Still, it's unsettling. It makes eye contact difficult. It makes you feel like danger is all around you. You turn into an antelope, anxious on the veldt, frozen in place while your comrades spring and jump and run away. Fight, flight, or freeze. If only you didn't always default to freezing. The veldt would pull your card quick.
Anger and fear can get mixed up, and, combined, they are a potent cocktail.
I call it the American dream. One part paranoia, two parts unwarranted pride. One part individualism. One part propaganda.
Shaken, not stirred. No one has time to stir.
Pour into a chilled glass and smash it into your face. It's good for you. It builds character.