That makes both my parents scum, but they weren't. My mom was an alcoholic and stabbed me in the head repeatedly with sharp scissors while she cut my hair with her shaky alcoholic hands when I was ten or so, and my dad used a belt on us when we were all younger. Infrequently, but he did. But I remember them mainly as loving parents who did their best with us, and all 4 of us turned out OK. Not one of us is a psycho killer. My dad is chiefly responsible for my love of science. He could be controlling and weird, but when I grew up I knew how to blow that shit off.
My point is that people are complicated. I read a lot of your writing and like it, often intensely, but I will refrain from clapping for this one.
In one sense I get where you are coming from, which is why I am taking such pains with this lengthy response, but (and I guess this is why I am still Christian) life just isn't that simple.
There are many people I can't stand, such as Donald Trump and the craven politicians who kiss his ring when they know better. As far as the true believers go, oh well, but the ones who kiss, who FRENCH that hem with their fingers crossed behind their backs, can all kiss my ass.
But they're still human. I can't explain it. All of us are broken bundles of contradictions.
I make an exception for my ex-wife’s second husband, who beat her with numchucks and my then toddler son with a long leather belt. I hope that guy is dead, and that he died a long, painful, humiliating death, and if Hell exists may he burn in it. But in that case, it's personal.