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We’ve had days, weeks, years, centuries, millennia of hatred. You can dress it up in whatever disguise you like: religion, nationalism, football teams, whatever, its so damn easy to hate, particularly if you feel you are the victim.
Hate goes down real easy, it feels good, but the hangover hurts like hell. The obvious solution? Hair of the dog – more hate.
Forgiveness? Impossible surely. How can you forgive someone who kills, who hurts, who causes pain to another.
The problem is we just pass the pain on.
That’s when we turn around and say ‘Fuck you, God.’ Usually we follow that up with a prayer.
But in the words of Saint Paul of Tallaght, ‘Daddy’s Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car.’ And he does and he has.
That’s the unique selling point.