Blowing Up, Going Over the Top

So, the media reported the 50 plus years old guy who piloted a small passenger plane into an IRS building, Al Queda style, as a quiet and family man. His friend was quoted as saying: "I never saw Joe angry about anything." I beg to differ, pal. Your friend, Joe, was angry, but you just didn't see it, that was all. You probably need to have your eyes checked and or your brain examined. Didn't people ever tell you to watch out for the mild-mannered ones? They are the real carriers of the virus called violence. Noise makers like us, we just blow off steam. We are smarter. We don't stew. We don't hold things inside. We are not fucking hypocrites. We are vocal. We say what we mean. Sometimes we even don't mean what we say. You get my drift? We are verbal. We love to hear our own voices drifting and wafting and hanging in the air since we happen to think our voices are so melodious and pleasing to mankind. Strangely enough, just a simple word or gesture of gentleness and understanding quiet us down really fast. It could even reduce us to tears. We are stupidly sentimental and childlike. We are not crafty and cunning at all. No sir, not at all. That is our handicap, our shortcoming. We know we need to put on a show and to act as if we are better than we really are, but we don't. Do you you why? Because we are honorable, because we are truly fucking proud of ourselves. That is why, you little twit!