There are a lot of contests going on. He said, she said. Donkeys and Elephants. Rifts. Divisions. I'm right, no I am.
Is all of this hubbub wired into our genetic makeup? Are we humans happiest when we've got a bone to pick with something or someone, or is anger in many cases an addiction? A time suck and siren song to avoid looking a little longer at the person in the mirror.
Anger has its place, but so does the best of what's inside each one of us.