Word: raged
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...It’s kind of an infamous day for me, just one of those things that happens to people during these times. Road rage is something that we all live with and have to deal with in various ways...
...Outside the compound, the American retrieval mission quickly turned into one of rescue, as the 10th Mountain forces drove their seven light vehicles into the fort to evacuate the stricken U.S. and British troops. Northern Alliance commanders were spitting with rage. "Call it off!" shouted one general as Alliance soldiers streamed out of the fort. "Call it off! You've hit the wrong people!" Perry can confirm that at least three Afghan soldiers were killed and four injured by the stray bomb; one Northern Alliance commander put the numbers far higher, at 30 killed and 50 wounded...
...killer eventually results in an arrest, it will be largely thanks to James Fitzgerald of the FBI Academy's Behavioral Analysis Unit, a longtime student of such grandiose murderers. They're almost invariably male, says Fitzgerald, and they're always filled with anger. In this case, the rage is directed, for reasons still unclear, at Tom Brokaw, Tom Daschle and someone at the New York Post. "They represent something to him," says Fitzgerald. "Whatever agenda he's operating under, these people meant something to him." Indeed, the FBI is hoping the mailer might have spoken contemptuously of them...
...would prefer to continue blasting Taliban lines with B-52 carpet bombs while the Northern Alliance does the dirty work on the ground. Though the number of U.S. sorties flown daily last week dipped from 100 to 75, the bombers were able to hit harder and with more focused rage. U.S. special-ops spotters deployed to the front more than doubled last week to almost 100 men. Target guides on the ground allowed the U.S. to pulverize Taliban troops in the north with a pair of BLU-82 "daisy cutters"?15,000-lb., minivan-size killing machines carried...
...personalities and antics of these three mobile musicians essentially carry the show, veritably providing all tangible elements of humor or rage that drape, satisfactorily enough, across the flimsy clothesline of the songs. The performers are full of energy, though where the energy is coming from is a bit unclear; not from the music itself, certainly, which early on blurs into a mush of pulsing sounds, none of which particularly complement each other. The entire show, consequently, feels literally out of sync. I knew we were done for when Mitchell started a little exercise routine right there on stage?...