Hate is a relative thing. It is opposed to love. It compares the lofty summits of ecstatic joy in radiant glory of light vs. the deepest pits of rage and dark anger. You can not hate as deeply as I do unless you have walked upon the brilliant peaks of joy to know its true measure.
Take for example that moment of new love when your wandering finger has explored the forbidden zone and she indicates that she likes it and will give you the holies of holy, vs. Roy Williams slamming the ball into Chris Sims face while you are 3 rows up in the knot hole of the Cotton Bowl.
It is all about scale and reference. You can not hate as much as I because I have enjoyed rapture and know what true joy is (VY Rose Bowl v USC) and thus how far hate can dwell within.
No, I hate OUSuxs more than you. Why, because I have been there and I know rapture and pain.
Gotdamn! I fucking hate OUSuxs with the heat of a billion suns.