Let’s not pretend all has been right with the world since the college baseball season ended. Every celebrity is dead. Everyone you know has lost their house to flood, tornados, or sink holes. You wake up every morning screaming in existential terror about the Emoluments Clause, the Logan Act, and/or Derek Mason’s contract extension. You are currently being poisoned by Vladimir Putin. Matthew Fisher Davis is pouting. Grizzly bears are stalking our schoolchildren. Nordstrom is dropping Ivanka’s clothes. Your mom just got deported. Cats and dogs are living together. Mass hysteria.
In short, you are a pent up ball of rage who wants to set the world on fire.