Not so much anymore since my father has died. I used to have the most terrible moments of hate where I thought my eyes would explode and the blood in my veins literally begin to boil, so much fucking HATE. I think I've become much calmer since he's dead, though. Haven't had one of these hate-attacks for a while, but used to suffer from them terribly. I still believe that the people who support this evil system have blood on their and are evil, though. So it's not like I changed my opinion about them.