Eerily familiar

This all sounds eerily familiar to me (not on the same scale of course):

But when anger is the sole motivating factor behind a person's writing, when he offers little but dismissive rage of those who have the temerity to think differently, one almost feels embarrassed for the writer in question because, after a while, the anger seems less righteous and more self-righteous. And after decades, the anger begins to seem less like a passionate response and more like an automatic response.