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HATE

Says the Merriam Webste dictionary: “Intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury.”

You hate me because I'm a Jew? You are sick.
 
Your hatred increases and becomes unhinged when Israel defends itself from 4300 Islamist rockets? You are sick.
 
Is your hatred your own, learned, inoculated, familiar, or because it is now "cool" to be anti-Israeli or anti-Zionist, which are disguised forms of your anti-Semitism? You are sick.
 
Is your hatred ideological? Are you part of Islamo-progressivism? Do you adhere to that part of progressivism that abandoned the traditional libertarian slogans? You are sick.
 
Does your hatred belong to that treacherous progressivism, which joined gender slogans, Wokism, vindicates bloody dictatorships and Islamist theocracies? You are sick.
 
Your hatred is due to your ideological belonging to fascism or Nazism? You are sick. Too sick.
 
Does your hatred come from the fact that they told or you read all those libels of the Protocols, of the unleavened bread baked with the blood of Christian children? You are sick.
 
Your hatred comes from a pathological envy of the dazzling presence of Jews in science, technology, culture, art, innovation... being that we are only 0.2 percent of the world population? You are sick.
 
None of you all, anti-Semites of different origin and coat are going to achieve anything. Keep your hatred that will slowly but inexorably sicken and consume you.
 
To hate is to die a little at a time every day.

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