How do you feel about the honkers?

You’re studk in an endless traffic jam. As far as you can see ahead of you, not a single car has moved an inch. Suddenly, the moron behind you lets his frustration boil over and starts honking his horn over and over again, as if to say, “What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you just drive straight through the cars ahead, or disappear in a poof so I can move up 20 feet and honk at the next car?” How do you feel about the noisemaker behind you? What do you do about his rudeness?