There is something cathartic about watching or listening to rage.

I’m not talking about the incoherent rants of the Mad that are so prevalent on the streets of my neighborhood in Parkdale.

No I am speaking of the rages and real complaints that come from intelligence and the well spoken.

Certain singers come to mind: Marianne Faithful singing Working Class Hero or Why D’ya Do it?

Bob Dylan’s disgust at almost anything.

I seem to be a fan of intellectual rage.