I don’t know if enraged is the right word, angered and baffled might be right. I came over a small crest in the road. Three cars are coming at me, 150 or so feet away about 50 meters. There’s an idiot guy in an SUV behind me, tailgaiting. He goes to pass me, and he wasn’t going to stop. There is no way he’s going to pull this off. I wish I had my gun.
The YouTube video showing a jerk throwing a puppy over a cliff… And some people who keep telling me to see a dr. when I already am. I only get 5 – 15 minutes per two months. I will need to save to see a psychologist for $150 an hour.
That my government returned 41 asylum seekers to Sri Lanka, the country they had originally escaped from. Made me feel disgusted and ashamed. Another 153 asylum seekers are now the subject of a legal battle, while the government and lawyers argue about whether they can be returned or what to do with them.
I am currently enraged by the “Separatists” handling of the people that were killed. Whether by some overeager, stupid assistant field marshal assuming the worst of the plane’s intent or with the full knowledge that it was a passenger aircraft, they demonstrate their callous disregard of those outside the cadre. They are a street gang on steroids with alcohol and, courtesy of Russia, dangerous toys.
I’m not easily angered. I’d rather not mention the reason that I was last angry, but I remember actually telling this person that I hated them. I thought I hated people before, but I was wrong. This is hate.
My heart raced, when I said it. I didn’t want to allow myself the feel that way, but I still plunged deeper into my anger. My eyes closed, and I allowed my blood to boil, until a sinister smirk crossed my face. My heart rallied against my ribcage. This is hate.