Opinion: When Hate Feels Honest — And Why the Right Deserves Every Bit of It

There’s a difference between blind rage and justified anger. And sometimes, hate — the kind that fuels clarity and truth — feels not only earned, but necessary. That’s where many Americans find themselves today, listening to a Republican Party that seems less interested in governing and more obsessed with grievance, cruelty, and punching down.

Because when you listen to Republican rhetoric — really listen — what do you hear?

You don’t hear ideas to lower rent. You don’t hear a plan to raise wages. You don’t hear solutions for better schools, cleaner water, safer streets, or fairer health care. What you hear is a performance — a grievance-filled crusade against people simply trying to live. Their entire platform is built on mocking the marginalized, demonizing the educated, and defending the powerful.

Take Karoline Leavitt’s recent remarks. She didn’t propose better policies for job training, wages, or worker protections. She didn’t uplift trade workers. Instead, she mocked LGBTQ graduates from Harvard — as if queer identity and education are now enemies of the state. She called for the return of bullying and public shaming — as if cruelty is some kind of cultural virtue.

And let’s be real: Karoline Leavitt wouldn’t last a day doing the hard, physical work of an electrician or plumber. Neither would Donald Trump. None of them send their kids to trade school. They want that life for your children — not theirs. Their children go to elite prep schools, inherit trust funds, intern on Capitol Hill, and end up running hedge funds. They don’t work with their hands — but they love telling the working class how noble their suffering is.

This is the game: They glorify blue-collar work only to cut union protections, suppress wages, and strip benefits. They say they care about American workers, but their actions show they care more about billionaires and big corporations than the people who turn wrenches or install wiring.

Let me say it plainly: I hate this hypocrisy. I hate this gaslighting. I hate Karoline Leavitt and the entire GOP machine that thrives on ignorance and resentment while selling snake oil to the people they actively harm.

And you know what? It’s a happy hate. Not a bitter one — a clarifying one. It’s the kind of hate that says: I see you for what you are. It’s not rooted in prejudice — it’s rooted in justice. Because if you use your platform to bully the vulnerable, to mock the educated, to lie about marginalized people, then you deserve pushback — loud, fierce, joyful pushback.

Republicans today don’t want to govern. They want to rage. They don’t want to help working people — they want to use them as pawns while protecting their donors. They don’t want unity. They want division. They want to tell you that you’re less than, that you don’t belong, and that your pain is your fault.

That’s why this hate doesn’t come with shame. It comes with clarity. Because these people — Karoline Leavitt, Donald Trump, and the pundits who echo them — have built careers out of cruelty. And when they fall, when their words backfire, when their lies are exposed — it feels good.

It should feel good.

Because this isn’t about being mean. It’s about holding people accountable. And if that makes me hateful in their eyes? Good. I am hateful — toward lies, toward cruelty, and toward the smug elitists pretending to be champions of the working class while laughing behind closed doors.

So yes, it’s a happy hate. A righteous hate. And I wear it proudly.