Yelling is a coping mechanism for loss of control. Sometimes we get so mad that words come whizzing out of our mouths like venomous darts. Frustration has put a blindfold over our eyes and spun us around three times. The nature of the game has changed. We are no longer playing darts but rather, shoot the tail on the donkey.
Denial places the blame tail anywhere, but never pins it on the butt of the problem.
Your projectile-like words stab your best friend in the arm, puncture the upholstery on your easy chair, and shatter a window, because you have lost sight of the dartboard. The sheriff was yelling at us, but he had no aim. The problem was not the weed, but our junior high drug dealer. Supply and demand. There is no source of income in this town, no cash crop, no tourists, no big enterprises, no guarantees for success.