I'm mad that a dentist killed a beloved lion in Zimbabwe. I hate that an intelligent, emotional animal suffered for 40 hours. I don't like that one creature's pain is another's "sport." Yep, I'm pissed off. OK, now what?
When I was about 10 years old, I made a "hate list":
My science teacher landed on the list because she gave me a "D." Instead of studying more, I penciled her name on my list and never learned biology.
My skating instructor topped the hate list because she said I needed more practice. Instead of practicing more, I put her on the list and, to this day, I fall on the ice.
My sister made the list multiple times, mainly for stealing my sweaters. I'd kick her and she'd kick me and then she'd laugh and keep stealing my clothes.
I've stewed in hatred before - it doesn't accomplish much.
Instead of hoping that Walter Palmer's "entire family is murdered in front" of him and that he has "a long drawn out battle with cancer," how about we look to the future?
Warning: Explicit language below