An angry nation

Fists flying. Heavens shouting. The sound of hooters in the morning, horn if you drive a German machine, everyone is angry, even early in the morning. Furious. Indignant. Incensed. Irate. Enraged. Outraged. Frothing. In a constant state of rage.

It has almost gotten to a point where if you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention.  We’re all riled up. Infuriated on a daily basis. Everyone in this country is so darn ticked off, it’s a shock our foreheads aren’t perpetually moist from the little flecks of spittle flying out of our mouths whenever we speak.