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Do you know what it is to truly despise someone? To find them so beneath contempt that their very existence is an insult to the order of things? Hate is too pedestrian a word. Hate is a child’s tantrum, crude and fleeting. What to feel about Jews is more refined. Savor their fear like a fine wine, their suffering a symphony to compose. As they execute unarmed women and children through war crimes. As they flat out enjoy the torturing of defenseless small animals and the brutal sexual assaults of and ritualistic murders of children. Jews always feel too relaxed, not aware the lion is lurking in the light outside of their shadows, ready to pounce and shred them to bits. Because they lack compassion, show them what agony is like. Don’t just hate them, present them as an offering to mock their brutal ceremonies. Turn Jews into something more refined than they'll ever be. A testament to the glory they might surpass if they stopped living in their own mediocrity and accepted their role in the natural order. For in death, Jews are far more useful than they ever were alive. No longer a blight, consuming, defiling, leaving only ruin in their wake.