The reason I hate my father, as he has passed on the gene that made me to become bipolar.

When I first became bipolar, and I discovered there is a family history were being bipolar is passed on from on generation to the next, or, in the case with my father: skips a generation and the gene is pasted onto the granddaughters. Then, as facing this fact that my father past on the gene to make me bipolar and passed on the gene to make my two sisters bipolar -- I learned to hate the man.

When I was a child, my father was killed in a car accident. I really do not know the man. he had a undergrad education from a university. He was intelligent, and came from a above average family of wealth. He was well respected from his friends and the greater society. He was a pillar of society, and was a man that was the idealist man to get married and have a family. If he was starting out with having a family in the 1950's, he would be the ideal person for the nuclear family. Still, he was the idealist father figure for the 1980's America family. Still, there was one crime to being a father: and that was passing on the gene that made me bipolar.

If my mother married some other man, I would be different biology speaking, and I would not be bipolar. My father, made a horrible crime, a crime against nature, and that crime was to pass on the gene to make his daughter bipolar. My fathers crime, was to produce children. For that crime against nature itself, is a capital crime, and the sentence is death. Since my father was killed in a car accident when I was a child, justice was done, justice was served. His crime was having children, and his crime against humanity was sweet justice with his death.

If there was a time machine, and I could go back in time, I would be glad to go back in time and kill my father when he was still a infant. Even that I would not be born, or my two sisters would not be born. It would be the greatest actions for justice.