It is the season of the angry man.
Oh, who’s kidding who. It’s always the season of the angry man. Angry men have been beating the shit out of their wives, their kids, their parents for years, and nobody cared. They started wars and we called them brave. They forced their religious beliefs down our throats and we called them pious. They sang or rapped about violence toward others, especially women, and we called them cool.
But now even the common angry man is voicing his anger in the public arena, and we are concerned.
And oddly fascinated.
Angry men lashing out publicly has become so common that the angry men trying to make a name for themselves are having to commit crimes particularly heinous. Want to be the next Lee Harvey Oswald? You’ll have to kill a famous person. Or shoot up an elementary school. Or kill people at a church prayer meeting right after they offer to pray with you.
Tell the truth. You don’t know the names of the victims, but you know the names of all those angry men. And didn’t you watch that video posted yesterday to Facebook by the angry man who killed those two young reporters? Sure you did.
Those who consider themselves smarter than the rest of us (and yes, they’re mostly men) are trying to find ways of slowing the endless stream of violence perpetuated by angry men. But what good has it done? Angry men continue to kill every day and there’s no end in sight.
I have resigned myself to the reality that these types of senseless killings will continue for a long time to come. Since none of us know when we may become the target of an angry man, I suggest we all keep our affairs in order.
In the meantime, I ask the mothers among us to teach your daughters to not give away their power to angry men, and to teach your sons that despite what they hear from other angry men, the world really isn’t theirs for the taking.