WinnieThePooh – Although you’re point sounds true, I don’t think it is being sparked by inferiority complex. While I get upset about all sorts of public sinners, I don’t feel a שנאה towards them. When I see someone driving on Shabbos in Yerushalayim, I am distreesed, maybe even angry, but I don’t hate him. Or in LU’s example, people who dress provocatively and immodestly do not invoke the same feeling inside me.
I think hatred is the wrong word anyway; it is more disdain or contempt.
There is exactly one other group in Klal Yisroel who elicit this feeling in me, and in that case too I cannot trace the source. They are wonderful, upstanding people who do a lot of tremendously good work for Yiddishkeit around the world, and I cannot think of a rational reason to scorn them. There may be members of their sect who have questionable beliefs, but on the whole most of them are really good people – and אעפ”כ, when I see them in action, something stirs inside. It’s bothered me for a long time.
(This post is not discussing ideal feelings or reactions, but the reality of my emotions.)