Can’t be feeling helpless, hopeless, humiliated. Gotta pass the pain on to someone else.
Like some demented game of pass the parcel, where the clock keeps stopping and starting, starting and stopping and the parcel never gets unwrapped all the way down to the nasty little gift itself, and we get into positive feedback loops of tit for tat; Between nations, tribes, people. Within each of us.
What a species.