Just because something low on the life scale does not mean it isn’t a valid target of hatred. Look at, say, the ebola virus, which causes your insides to liquify and squirt out your anus. Being a virus, it’s certainly low on the life scale, but being something that makes you shit your kidneys outs, it’s certainly something that a reasonable person can hate.
Likewise, golfers, while being low on the life scale–somewhere between ebola and the common garden slug (arion distinctus), according to most biology texts published after 1987–are incredibly harmful. For golfers cause golf courses, those festering landscape sores that take beautiful native soil and transform it into the wet dream of any middle-class suburban 40-something whose primary joy in life, after golf, his Ford Excursion, and his wife’s artificial breasts, is his picturesque front lawn.
The only harmless golfers are those who live and golf in areas where the native landscape is a barren wasteland that nobody cares about, such as North Dakota.