US Leaders Need Anger Managment Therapy

Dave Muskera, M.A.
When it comes to anger management - a popular subject these days - psychologists sometimes talk about an unconscious mental process called “displacement of aggression”. This is what can happen when you get angry or upset with someone or something and because you can’t or don’t dare to directly express your feelings, you “displace” or redirect your pent-up emotions to a more convenient and/or safer person or object. For example: you get mad at your boss but you know that if you pounce you’ll be job-hunting. It’s just not a safe thing to do. Instead, you go home and find yourself coming down hard on the kids for messing-up the house. “You’re all grounded for the next year!” you bellow, in a fit all out of proportion to the situation. You might even kick at the dog. You are most likely displacing your anger onto the kids and possibly the dog - safer and more accessible places to unload. At other times displacement occurs when you are generally angry or upset about something but there is no natural or identifiable single target.

Displacement of aggression usually happens in isolated or occasional situations. Typically, it has no great devastating impact. However, for some people it can be a chronic problem where their feelings are habitually directed towards inappropriate persons or objects. For example: a person - emotionally damaged by a dysfunctional and violent upbringing - might spend a lifetime displacing unresolved feelings onto others.

This phenomenon also happens in groups, the community and even with governments. Group behavior can be really scary sometimes. For example; let’s say two football teams are playing a tied championship game into the last seconds. A questionable penalty is called and - as a result - Team A wins over Team B by a point. Fans supporting Team B are enraged and begin to surge onto the field to get at the referee and whoever else they can lay their hands on. Police - holding them back - get whacked and nearly trampled before regaining control. Later, fans returning home with un-vented and unresolved anger might engage in uncharacteristic hyper-aggressive driving and senseless nasty arguments in the kitchen.

On September 11, 2001 a terrible event occurred in this country that needs no recounting to bring to mind. We watched events unfold, horror-struck and in disbelief. As days passed, a smoldering bitterness and anger grew in people. Quickly, it reached national proportions. Fanned to red-hot intensity by endlessly repeating images flashing nightly on TV, we looked to vent our outrage and pain on a man whose name the day before 9-11 had been little known to the public. We were assured Ben Laden would be caught. But, as the months went on and the rightful object of American anger could not be had, our movement toward aggression mixed with angst.


Too readily we accepted the cry that the “enemy” deserved a first strike before another 9-11 type attack could be launched. Flames were fanned still higher till many accepted the leaky logic of the weapons-of-mass-destruction argument. Our anger was layered with fear. Duck tape and plastic sheeting became scarce. Like a nervous, distressed recruit dressed in combat gear carrying a machine gun, America looked anxiously about as if in a darkened room where ghostly enemies were said to lurk in shadowy corners. America pointed its gun and fired.

We fired - not at Ben Laden who could not be found - but at a convenient object of displacement: a small poor country with a vicious dictator (like one called Cuba and only 80 miles from our shores) that was in reality no direct threat to the United States but mostly a paper tiger that could not even launch a single plane against the onslaught of our high-tech war machine. A country whose army deserted and government collapsed within three weeks of war. A country rich in oil reserves that we needed to control. They were a safe object for the displacement of the national anger and despair generated by 9-11. Besides, it gave America a chance to show the world just how big our biceps had grown.

Isn’t the release of all that anger satisfying? Let’s wave the flag some more. Maybe we all can be convinced.

One of the fathers of communism said, “A lie told often enough become truth”? Wasn’t that Lenin? He certainly knew.

Terrorism has now replaced communism as the national bogeyman, I still have hope that most Americans can see around the smoke and mirrors.
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Dave Muskera, M.A.

After 40 or so years of clinical, teaching and administrative practice as a psychologist, I am now semi-retired, or at least - trying to be. In addition to private practice and work in various mental health settings, I also taught undergraduate psychology courses full-time before later specializing in diagnostic services.

I live with my cat "Tazzy" in a gracefully aged old brick inner-city house located in a small university town on the Ohio River. About an hour into the country of nearby eastern Kentucky, I keep a get-a-way cabin on 16 private acres. As often as possible, I escape there to write or just relax.

I pen mostly political, religious and social opinion/satire pieces...with occasional attempts at humor. When writing about gay related topics, I bring to bear not only my experiences as an out gay man for the past 19 years, but also that of having been long-time married in the prior times of my "first life". I have two children and a granddaughter. We are all close. My Ex-wife, a gracious good lady, remains a very dear and trusted friend. The same is true of my ex-partner of 12 years.

The family grieved at the tragic loss of Jon-Michael, my 8 month old grandson who died in Feb. 2008 of a rare form of brain tumor (ATRT). Two of my articles are about this terrible event. Still, out of this glooming sadness has come a re-bonding between me and my only son. During this family journey, we rediscovered each other.

My major project for 2008-09 is to ready for publication my finished manuscript "Babe In The Ironwoods - The Adventures and Misadventures of an Ex-Married Gay Psychologist". I call it a "memoir of sorts" because it both recounts the years of my "coming out" and, as well, attempts to shed light on the myths and misunderstandings held by so many good and decent people regarding homosexuality and contemporary gay issues.

Email with your questions/comments - (good or not so good). I love hearing from people all over the world. I´ll try to answer all inquiries.