Sometimes I get remarkably angry.  It usually 
doesn't last long, but...

The flame that burns twice as bright and all that.

If I've bitten my tongue once today, I've nearly 
bitten it off.

Now don't get me wrong... it's not that I'm in a 
bad mood... I'm not.  I'm just righteously 
angry.  Rage might actually be a good way to 
describe it.  Seething rage.

Is everyone an imbecile?