There's times somebody's just such a fundamentally horrible person that the idea of them enduring suffering and joy is truly a pleasure

And I feel like people think that's a sign of being broken. Like no. That pleasure is a sign of that part of me working to spec. Fix YOURSELF.

Like you don't get to frame the conversation just because you've decided you're the Buddha here. Maybe NOT hating is wrong.

Oh, you can't relish in the pain and suffering of an objectively horrific person? Well shit that's some real damage you got there. Maybe seek some help?

I reject the worldview that treats hatred and spite as fundamentally unwholesome, antisocial, or indecent.

Sometimes rage, loathing and wrath are sacred. Sometimes grace, forgiveness and serenity are profane.

I won't be pathologized for seeing things that way.