Temper, temper...

What makes you so angry you just flip out? If you are human, you have flipped out once or twice or every day. It always seems, in retrospect, to be so foolish, so trivial, so ... damn-I-got-worked-up-over-that? kinda thing.
I think anger serves a purpose to our core identities, though. It defines our boundaries, as in- "That shit you said fucking pisses me off." Anger protects our physical selves when dealing with other hostile primates, as in- "You don't step off, I'm a gonna fuck you up" and when anger is directed inward it motivates us to improve ourselves lest we slide into sorrow and oblivion re: "Gawddamn I need to get off my fat ass and go have some fun."
But then there's that seething white hot confusion when the needle hits red and suddenly you're just along for the ride. I believe that people raised in the relatively stress-free, padded-corners sue-somebody-if-you-twist-your-ankle world of suburban white Christian Amerika have never experienced pure unblemished primeval rage. Most of the people that go into politics and law, the lemming-brained twits that actually enjoy sitting in meetings and drafting all the laws we live by, the marshmallowy bible-humping clones that determine how our basic animal nature should be "dealt with", probably have never even seen a schoolyard scrap.
There's a law here in Washington, infrequently mentioned in police reports, that dismisses certain situations as "mutual combat" wherein both parties do not wish to pursue the matter legally. Were that it so on a more frequent basis. Anger and conflict can be useful, fun and character building. Just seek diplomacy when guns come into play, 'cause damn... nothing sez lemming-brain like firearms. Praise be to the Flying Spaghetti Monster and His Prophet Darwin.