At a gut level, I dislike him. When I first saw him, something screamed at me inside for no rational reason that he was a snake. I didn’t know who he was, but...my gut told me something.
That happens to me occasionally, and sometimes it is right, and sometimes it isn’t.
In this case, some of the unethical things he did to people who worked for and with him make it appear to me that my first impression that he was a snake at least have a foundation.
My grandmother had that sort of interpersonal radar.
She could spot a bad apple in about five seconds.
One of my brothers seems to have inherited that.
Me, not so much.