I've never hated anyone in my life... until one day just a few years ago. There are many people I dislike, some people I am wary of, and some people I'd like to see die. But hate? No. Except just one.

There were two people involved but, as I have studied my own thoughts about it all, I still only hate one of them.

Victoria Elizabeth Marie "Tori" Stafford (July 15, 2000 – April 8, 2009) was a Canadian girl who was abducted from Woodstock, Ontario, on April 8, 2009, raped, tortured and murdered.

The details of Her last day are beyond my ability to convey them to you. They are that bad and I really don't want to think about them again. The three words, above, will have to suffice. You can look the details up on your own.

A thing and its girlfriend abducted Tory. The girlfriend stood by while the thing raped Her. Then, with a hammer purchased specifically for the deed, the girlfriend took Tory's life.

I have wondered why I don't hate the girlfriend who actually killed Tory. I don't. I hate what she did but I can understand just how stupid some people can be and, using what limited intelligence they have, work out some convoluted, insane reasoning for hurting a little girl. I'm glad she is in prison but I don't hate her.

But the thing... If I had the skills to get close enough to it and torture it slowly as possible to its death, I would. I. Hate. It. I am angry that it is still in existence.

I think I have these deeply burning thoughts against it because of the details of the crime. If it is wrong to hate this thing, then I am happy being wrong.

Sorry if this is inappropriate to write.