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The Weekend Politics Thread Blows Its Cool

♭ Swelling up ’til it don’t matter much
Overwhelming, choking without a way to get it out
It screams inside and I wait for control, for containment
Then another wave
I lash out at any who choose, choose to be there
Rejecting responsibility, I hold it all, feel it all: overwhelming

— Ever feel like Ragin’, Full-On?

Anger is an energy” John “Johnny Rotten” Lydon insisted in an unlikely MTV banger. What a PiL.

In actuality, anger is[footnote]Yeah, we’re using reflexive verbs. It’s that kind of party.[/footnote] a luxury enjoyed almost exclusively by privileged white men. Or, rather, the rights to publicly express anger, act out in anger, and receive dispensations for causing harm while angry devolve almost entirely to men society accepts as white-skinned.

No one could come remotely close to overemphasizing how much your short-fused Weekend Politics Thread header host needs to remind himself of that unjust inequity each minute of every waking day. In fact, rig his laptop to cue up “Mississippi Goddam” each time his itchy mouse finger clicks on “Break Stuff.” Harsh. But how else will he ever learn?

It does not help Uvular repress his ready rage when he maintains a skin tone most aptly characterized as “translucent,”[footnote]Seriously, he’s pink instead of pale—the capillaries show throw the dermis.[/footnote] and moves through the world encased in a carapace akin to an unholy hybrid of a brown bear and an orangutan.[footnote]Just shy of six feet, well over 300 lbs., covered in red hair and with a long-past history of serious powerlifting.[/footnote] People expect an aggrieved demeanor and brace themselves for the full range of bellyaching to bellicosity.

Why, venting his spleen would be as easy as something really triflingly simple. Hell, an entire right-wing media universe exists specifically to defend him should he curse you out to cover for his own failure to glibly generate a clever simile at the conclusion of the preceding paragraph.

Thankfully, Uvular leaves his license to ill-treat locked away in the deepest recesses of the desk in his home office. Living alone shields other corporeal humans from the fallout when he fishes out that fictive jeremiad ID to whisper-scream expletives at the news scroll on his computer screen or to start a pointless flame war in the Facebook comments.

Four things[footnote[Twice two things. Seeing eight things, or possibly mistaking the Chinese word for “death.”[footnote] unhinging Uvular this weekend are

Uvular jokes around in the Politics Thread comments a lot. Perhaps too much. It beats spewing red-hot rage, yes? Follow your own muse below.

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