I hate the majority of the living world because it's filled with ****ing dumbasses. Few exceptions, yes, but they're so infrequent that they're not really relevant to the big picture since so few know of them.
However, I love the few people whom are NOT the mindless sheep who flock to whatever a government/celebrity/fiction novel says is right/wrong/true/false/etc.
I'm indifferent to those who meet neither criteria until they can prove themselves worthy of either criteria.
I do enjoy the deaths of zealots like Fred Phelps though. When he dies, the world will have a big-ass party to celebrate the death of an idiot and bigot, and we'll get drunk and grope each other in front of the Westboro Klubhouses just to spite the old bastard.