No, I’m not angry when people rub rub rubbish on the street. I get angry when they do it five meters away from the trash.

No, I am not angry with stupid children. I get angry when they start teaching you to live.

No, mine is not angry with illiteracy. Minya is angry when she enters into the meaning of what is written.

No, I am not haunted by emo, goth, gastarbayters, skins, alkashi, mints and other evil. I get angry when they stop behaving like people.

No, I am not angry with Americans, Ukrainians and Georgians. I am angry with their governments.