You don't hear a lot of discussion of rage and its role in the recent atrocities in
Aurora, Colo.
,
Newtown, Ct.
, or on the streets of Southern California last month. But it is the one common denominator. Rage is anger without reason. Rage is a fury against everyone and everything. Rage is that inner child yelling, "You took my toy and now you're going to pay." The rage of a child is usually released in a relatively harmless tantrum; the rage of an adult is often released in a hail of bullets.
Psychologists have a term for people who dwell upon the slights of the past and lash out at others because of them. They call them "injustice collectors." You never know what might set off an injustice collector, but when they finally release all that rage, somebody is going to be in a world of hurt.
Southern California cop killer
Christopher Dorner
was an injustice collector. If you read his lengthy and rambling manifesto, you will see that he filed away every little slight, real or imagined, and compiled an enemies list of people he wanted to pay back.
I'm no psychologist but reading Dorner's own words leads me to believe that even if he was paranoid and insane, his particular brand of insanity was rooted in his immaturity. Yet somehow this childish man was entrusted with huge amounts of adult responsibility by people and agencies that should have known better.
Dorner was a commissioned
officer in the U.S. Navy
. The only way a man like Dorner could have achieved such a position is if something is seriously wrong with the Navy's promotion system.