Rage about all the black men killed by racist cops (not to mention all the injustice meted out that stops short of outright murder).
Rage at the sniper who killed innocent officers who were protecting protesters, setting back the cause of justice.
Rage at the NRA and the venal politicians who take their money and do their bidding.
Rage at the gun nuts who claim that an armed crowd at that gay bar in Orlando would have saved lives: tell that to the armed and dead cops in Dallas.
Rage at almost all Republicans for almost everything they support, oppose, and lie about.
Rage at the Clintons whose arrogance and paranoia have handed rope to our enemies over and over again for 25 years.
Rage at the right-wing freaks who think that misuse of an email server merits prison but starting a war founded on lies with hundreds of thousands of dead doesn’t.
Rage at the driver who ran over the kitten in the road today and was in too much of a hurry to stop, seconds before I arrived on my bike and held the kitten in my hands as it died.
Rage at the white people who chose on Friday to tell us how much better things are than we think, because violent crime rates are going down and GDP is going up.
Rage at the white people who will never get why Black Lives Matter.
Rage at the Nader and Sanders supporters who value their purity over the need to prevent evil.
Rage at Trump for everything.
Rage at Trump’s Virginia campaign manager, Corey Stewart, who blamed Hillary Clinton for the dead cops in Dallas.
Rage at Kansas for renaming public schools “government schools.”
Rage at Romney, Ryan, and Wall Street for not giving a shit about anyone who isn’t as lucky as they are.
Rage at journalists who enable climate change deniers and supply siders in the name of “balance.”
Rage at ideologues who decry science.
Rage at theocrats who declare Jesus white and bigotry right.
Rage at anyone who stays home on November 8. Rage at the right wing machine that steals voting rights while it proclaims freedom and tries to enforce it elsewhere at the barrel of a gun.
Rage at myself for looking forward to accolades for this post.
Rage at the universe for not fixing any of this.
©2016 Keith Berner
