Smoulder

One thing often missing from public discourse is the actual, deep, visceral anger. Fully comprehending it.

The best you can usually muster in a textual format is contempt. Anger comes off as cringe and extremely feminine; to describe the hellscape you’d plan to paint rather than paint it.

“Oh I’m so angry, oh just you wait!! Fight me in person!!”

No one would ever write the above unless they were extremely naive or had low emotional control. But the Internet is an inherently feminine place with feminine violence. Feminine violence is, of course, words. Many people have not known actual violence for a long time.

Thus the hearts of men hold back their bloodlust. A bloodlust that’d require breaking things.

Instead millions stare at the skyline and credit card companies and illegitimate governments and wait for them to crumble. And they would light the fuse if given a match.