Frantic for us to understand but insuring that we never can believe part of the story and they'll add a new part we can't, because otherwise they'd be out of business. Thank goodness there are sane people in America, too. Deeply depressing are the letters of rage that curse us, announce proudly that America is finally and fully united, and then banish us to Afghanistan or Iraq or oblivion. It doesn't matter. Thankfully, these hate-filled letters have slowed to a trickle this week.
Rage is a tough feeling to maintain, perhaps.
Unfortunately, the rage of others begets more in those around them, and we, of course are not immune, especially when the rage is encountered in person, rather than filtered through text. In the end, all the rage is a terrible waste. The rage at The Other, the rage at each other. Let it go. The corollary of announcing ourselves as Americans, perhaps, is finding it in our hearts not to exclude others from the ranks of the tolerated .