Rage against

I used to scoff at the so called “Angry young man” stereotype that was so popular in movies. But now I’m beginning to understand why the angry chap is more than just a stupid symbol of crass, unfettered youth. Anger doesn’t go away ever, it just subsides to somewhere below the surface. If you’re angry about something, you’ll probably be angry about it years later even. If you’re not then you’ve either forgotten or let it go in frustration. Which doesn’t mean that you wouldn’t be angry if it happened again… aha! So anger doesn’t disappear, you just choose to either ignore it or take action, each decision having its consequence. There’s big anger and little anger. There’s serious anger and there’s inconsequential anger. There’s an anger peak and an anger trough. Tempers may rise and anger may subside, but it remains a permanent fixture.

I am angry. It’s rarely blinding rage but it’s all of the little ones that add to the big ones to create a seething, foaming, explosive cauldron of hatred of the very humanity surrounding me and within me. Yes. By now you’ve figured it out too. Whoa. Who knew I was such an insane fucker! Yes. Insane? I don’t know. Go listen to some Simon and Garfunkel, asshole. That won’t make a difference but it should get you off my back at least.
Of course I’m angry. If you’re not angry you can’t be alive, jacko. Do you think your prehistoric parentage survived by not getting pissed every time that pesky smilodon tried to take a chunk outta their asses? But that’s not even relevant now.

I’m angry. Because of every person who comes to the door when I’m trying to get some sleep; angry because of every time the maid comes late when I’m in a hurry to go out; angry because of constant cable blackouts; angry because of dead hyperlinks; angry because of people who won’t just stay the hell away from me; angry because of bastards who can’t spell worth enough to save their momma’s virtue; angry because of people who ask unintelligent questions; angry because babies are unintelligible; angry because of roads from hell; angry because of the lack of fuckers in uniform upholding the rules that are the very basis of their jobs; angry because of cyclists: save for those who do it as a sport, the rest are unholy pests to mankind; angry because of jaywalking motherfuckers who stroll across the street any time their great grand daddy’s ghost tells them to; angry because it’s a crime to crush them; angry because of dumbasses who don’t know that high beam isn’t the only setting on their headlamp; angry because of the dicks who know it and use it continually; angry because of politicians who don’t give a fuck about soldiers dying for their country; angry because I have to watch Canadian seals being clubbed to death on the news; angry because most people never witness these sights; angry because we are so malevolent; angry because of too many charities; angry because in spite of too many charities there are 4 year old children begging at traffic lights; angry because no one gives enough of a shit to do something about it.
I’m angry because our country is underestimated; angry because it is rightly so; angry because of our ever growing population; angry because the fucking majority don’t know any better; angry because of illiteracy… horrible, crippling illiteracy; angry because the pricks who are Bollywood high folk insist on talking in English even though their pockets are being filled to speak in Hindi; angry because of good music being raped into conforming to modern tastes; angry because there are so few creators of noteworthy music and literature; angry because I haven’t done anything noteworthy; angry because I might never; angry because I’ve missed the time of my life; angry because as much as you give, somebody will always want more; angry because children learn cruelty; angry because of overzealous religious sentimentalists; angry because I lose myself without thinking; angry because I hate too many people without showing it; angry because I love; angry because I can’t meet my own expectations; angry because I’m fucking stumbling through life.

I’m angry because I want to be. I’m angry because cursing feels better than ignoring the annoyance. I’m angry because of everyone who thinks this is just another exasperating tirade.
I’m angry because I can’t do anything about it all and even if I could, wouldn’t.
I get it.

Self censorship? You’re a fucking moron. Fuck you, asshole. Too much? Simon and Garfunkel.



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-- Dylan Thomas


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