Thing is, life or other people's lives, are not about YOU.<quoted text>
I admit it.
Yes, I admit it's Hitleresque to want to kill only the defectives. But so what? What use does a poofter serve me? He can't produce grandkids? He's going to disgust me thinking about what he's doing on a Friday night. And I can't stand the thought of pity from the extended family. An embarassment any way you look at it.
If you're open-minded about this subject, then more power to you. I'm not.
Hitler-esque? It smacks of eugenics and councils who decide who is fit to live. No thank you.