I’m seventy-five years old—ancient in this godforsaken world, and I’m too damn old to be getting angry.

Blood pressure? I don’t need it skyrocketing on this wild ride. Most of the time, I let life pass me by like a bad dream. I figured out long ago that trying to change this circus is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. But if I could? Oh, I would unleash hell.

Right now, I’m furious. I’m talking rage like a thousand suns—pissed beyond reason!

The mainstream media? They’ve buried the tragic death of Iryna Zarutska, a 23-year-old Ukrainian refugee, stabbed to death by some repeat offender, Decarlos Brown, a lunatic who turned a train ride into a horror show in North Carolina.

And how do we hear about it? Mainly through the echo chamber of conservative media—because God forbid the liberal narrative gets shaken up by some hard truths.

They didn’t hold back on George Floyd or Breonna Taylor, but here we are—this time, and suddenly it’s a different song. We’re left with a deranged maniac who had been roaming the streets because of some idiotic progressive policies.

But here’s the real kicker: those pathetic souls on that train did nothing. Nothing!

Just sat there while a woman bled out and died. Wrap your head around that.

If you don’t feel the rage coursing through your veins, then maybe you’ve already checked out.