Paladins are like rhubarb. People try to convince you they’re good and even necessary, but you’ve gotta bake them with strawberries and sprinkle them with tons of sugar to make them palatable. And even then, they’re still just bitter, nasty vegetables.
To admit you dislike paladins is a dangerous, dangerous thing. They are vindictive creatures. They threaten to take away your Hand of Protection. They buff you with Might instead of Wisdom. They roll on your tier gear tokens. And then they roll on cloth. They absolutely kick your ass on the healing meters, then start threads on the WoW forums about how Disc Priests need to be nerfed. They stun-lock your ass in battlegrounds and two-shot you, but bubble and run away when you fight back.
One would think that, by definition, the priest class would hold the monopoly on self-righteous indignation. But no. Oh no. Paladins see themselves as both The Persecuted and The Redeemers. They claim to walk in the Light and blah blah blah “I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger” but puhlease bitch. As I’m pretty sure Lloyd Benson once said, “I’ve raided with Samuel L. Jackson. I know Samuel L. Jackson. Samual L. Jackson is a friend of mine. I’ve seen all of Quentin Tarantino’s movies. And, Paladin, you’re no Jules Winnfield.”