Many non-d-bags are subjected day-in and day-out to the pushy, rude, self-absorbed rants of d-bags. Self-righteous anger is a d-bag’s stock-in-trade. Most of the time we can get away with this because most pussies are too scared to stand up and defend themselves. But sometimes the quiet guy in the corner gets his panties in a bunch, his dander up, and his his choler high. He starts shouting something about how he can’t take it anymore, and if you really want to end this you’ll step outside. Maybe you were birddoggin’ him, or maybe he just can’t stand you saying — all evidence to the contrary — that voting for “W” in 2000 and 2004 was a good idea. Maybe you said Obama was a Muslim whose best friend is Osama a little too loud. It doesn’t matter because this pussy has just given you a golden opportunity. Tell him to just chill out!
Part of the d-bag creed is that others are not allowed to do what you are. Pussies are not allowed the privilege of anger; wimps are not allowed to invite their friends to gang up on you in the parking lot; women are not allowed to screw other men; the poor will have no perks; and laughter belongs to the strong. Showing anger when you have a good reason to be angry is losing control and a sign of weakness. Being angry at everything, and self-righteously taking your revenge on innocents is d-baggery.