A fellow could spend whole hours without wanting to kill anybody. I'm not sure what happened, but it sure did. A lot of people today aren't fit to eat at a hog trough. The men swear like doormen in a two-dollar whorehouse, without regard to who's listening. The women talk as bad as the men, and it doesn't sit on'em well.
Drivers sail through red lights as if they wanted a mass murder.
In Washington people stand right smack in front of the subway door like slabs of fatback so riders can't get off. Then they push their way aboard, the way piglets do when they're headed for the underside of a sow. These folk truly need to be smacked up-side the head. I've got a cornpone theory about it. That surprises you.