Let's say, you get up in the morning, after a prvious week of dealing-with numerous haried-responibilites due to family, friends and work, and your sleep has been of little quality and less duration.
After two cups of coffee, kids raising Hell, your wife PMSing, one donut and-maybe a couple disqueiting phone-calls (about where-when-how and how-quickly things are needed from you) you find yourself in your car.
Now, while no one-thing of epic-proportions has happened that morning, your're late and about three-minutes shy of putting a gun to your head.
You see an opening in traffic, you decide "What the Hell!" you take a (what for you is uncharateristic) chance, and horror results, as an unseen-motorcyclist crosses your path, and you hit and kill him.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Kill the Bastard! But first, couldn't we all be charged, with stupid, harried impatient-contempt?
So, as for me, I offer my sympathy to the family; but I (a sinner) won't throw the first stone. Call me a Liberal-Pu$$y, if you like; but I, however, own a mirror, and know that I've done worse.