I'll answer by telling the truth: The strongest, most murderess, vile, fiery rage of hatred that I have ever felt was towards the god I was raised to believe in.
The image in my mind was him manifested as a fleshly person before me, and me armed with the sharpest of long knives. I literally screamed at the top of lungs as I slashed and stabbed, over, and over, and over...
Ya, I'd invite him to a party. One he would never leave.
I must say that this hatred erupted in me many times, and it gave me a new understanding of the blind rage that people experience where they may kill others. I don't condone their acts, but I understand what they felt at the time. I guess I have the JW religion to thank for that.
Also during one of these explosive moments was a first sense of a beautiful, totally nonjudgmental, stillness-of-consciousness that silently watched. That which was screaming and the silence upon which the scream needed for its existence, were one in the same. It's impossible to explain.