Hatred

There is something about those who so ardently act on what they believe, who know for sure that only their way of living is right, that something makes me feel pity for them. They refuse to accept that people can live another way and be right. Not even talking about religion, just the way they approach life. It makes me sad when they think only one man is the right choice for president and they pray in their closet so that he will win, essentially taking the power of God and neutralizing it. They are right, they have to be. My pity turns to disgust.