Among causes for violence
I have only encountered one situation in which near violent behavior towards an inanimate object made me the recipient of great sympathy.
When the tampon machine in the ladies' room ate my quarter.
I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin. If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.