Mellow

I had almost finished writing a vitriolic diatribe about a driver I encountered this morning when Blogger decided I should just abandon it. Shit!

I had explained why I would like to find the bastard and beat him to death, slowly, with an axe handle. I had explained what I would say to the bastard about why I was killing him and why his death would be greeted by humanity as a step forward in evolution.

But Blogger decided against me posting it. Now, I feel like taking an axe handle deep into the bowels of the Internet, swinging it wildly and killing people who "need killing."

No, I don't believe there are people who would be viewed by society, collectively, as "needing killing." But there are people who could be described that way by me, if they match my mood. I'm not a monster. I just think I should be given the duty, on behalf of mankind, of deciding who should die for the greater good. There would be fewer executions in our prisons if that were to happen, I assure you. But there might be surges of axe-handle murders where I spend time.

I try not to get so damn mad. But it's never worked before, and its not working now.