I hate stop lights.
This whole "hate" thing reminds me of a Simpsons quote:
Willy: Yeah, I bought your mutt. And I 'ate him!
I 'ate his little face, I 'ate his guts, and I 'ate the way he's always barkin'!
So, I gave him to the church.
Bart: Ohh, I see. You _hate_ him, so you gave him to the church.
Willy: Aye. I also 'ate the mess he left on me rug! Ya heard me!