So, here it is. We went for a family walk after dinner. I sat at the play ground to let Caitlin play while Barbara made a couple of rounds around the park. I had to sit. My leg hurt, and wasn't up to it. There was a little kid there being a little bit of an ass because, well, let's face it, kids are what their parents make them. The kid pushed it too far when half way up the ladder to the slide he grabbed on to the back of Caitlin's shirt and tried to pull her out of the way. As I said before, they were on a ladder, so the result was not something you can just sit back and watch. I left my seat, and with a bit of haste went to explain to the little boy that there was an error in his plan, and should he attempt his plan again in the future he could expect a slightly less than positive outcome. Now, here's the part that really gets me. I don't know the parents in the park, I've never seen them before. They don't know me, they've never seen me before. In spite of that nobody batted an eye when a strange large man wearing sunglasses charged across the playground at their little boy. I can tell you were the situation reversed, and anybody charged across the playground at my little girl that person would likely have their jaw relocated to some distant location before I bothered to take the time to find out what was on their mind. With this in mind I have just one thing to say to you people. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU???