I was more talking about a person who is still a statist/religious nut and my total inability to empathise with them, but of course a person who has converted was at least previously under the influence of these ideas. The difference is this: a person with cancer is suffering from physical pain, loss of physical capacity and death. Those fears are very visceral emotions that I can call to the surface. Furthermore, I can be pretty sure that they aren't intentionally failing to treat it. But these people who can get something out of their mouth without apparently sending it across their brain, or who do sense the problems and say it anyway...they could choose to think, and they're not doing it. It causes a kind of contempt in me for a lot of people, which I guess is something a lot of intellectuals deal with, but the fact that I believe almost everyone is a kind of screwed up lunatic whose made himself into an idiot really kills sympathy.
To me, a person is good for pretty much nothing but his brain. A person who doesn't use their brain is, to me, pretty much as good as dead. The fact that such zombies have the presumption to lecture me on how to live my life rapidly raises my indifference to a solid antipathy. Their existence is not so obnoxious as the fact that I am surrounded by these twits who talk a lot but say nothing. It's the old problem of the mountain tops, you're lonely, but once you see how little everyone else is, you'd rather die than come back down.
I kind of have a problem with the human race in general, I guess. I think that the paradigm is flawed.
"The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently." - Fritz