Have you felt it? Truly felt it?
Just to make sure you’re on the same page with me, let’s try an exercise. Picture yourself sailing a small boat way out at sea. It’s a beautiful day, light wind, sunny, and (most importantly) you are a very good sailor and navigator. Suddenly a large meteor smashes a hole in your boat and it sinks in seconds. You are now hanging on to some flotsam (that’s floating nautical junk for those with no sailing experience), but it’s not going to float for long… and you see shark fins circling.
Suddenly you hear an engine! You see a speedboat making a beeline for your location! “I’m saved”, you think. Up comes a sporty speedboat with the music blaring. It’s full of what looks like the worst kind of right-wing fraternity turds… but it’s the most beautiful sight none the less. But instead of rescue, you are taunted, laughed at, and called names. A few beer cans are launched at your head and then, with some muttered excuse to your pleas for rescue “You’re wet, it’ll ruin the leather”, they speed off. That’s rage.
Now… picture that the one person that you love more than anything in the world is the one in this hypothetical situation… and all you can do is watch it all unfold. That’s blind rage.
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