I am outraged! It’s true. I am so outraged that I have created my own hashtag: #IAmOutraged. Use it to join me in my outrage. Let us unite in our outrage!
I started being mildly irked, but that went nowhere. I soon shifted to annoyed and then chafed, which was the right direction, but neither provided enough oomph. Descending the emotional chromatic scale led me to miffed, riled, and sorely vexed. No success.
Just plain angry sputtered and died. Then came indignant, which is a sort of foaming irate inner wrath. This gave comfort to immediate neighbors, but it still wasn’t powerful enough. I thus announced I was incensed, but had to gave it up since recent college graduates didn’t know what that word meant.
Finally, guided by the temperament of our great Democracy, I became outraged. Here I stay.
Being outraged is in. All the best people are outraged, and I want to be among the best. No lesser emotion will do. If you want attention, you must be outraged.
The casus belli matters not. Learn that your city is going to test the soil for radiation? An outrage. Somebody take too long in the coffee line, delaying even you? An outrage. Your local school wants to implement a fee for bathroom breaks to teach kids the value of money? An outrage.
All these pale next to the utterly intolerable. We discover that something, in this great nation of ours, has gone wrong at the top. Nothing but repeatedly expressed outrage from our leaders is sufficient to tackle this problem. What matters more than anything is your intent and depth of your caring, and nothing, and I mean nothing, can demonstrate that better than being outraged.
So I ask you once again. Join me in being outraged. Spread the hashtag #IAmOutraged to prove your fealty to this sentiment.