"Before this...nobody messes with the haunted house guy"

I will admit I had a lot of fun with the story about the (former) astronaut who loaded up her car with weapons then loaded up her diapers so she could be on hand when her love-triangle rival landed at an airport and journeyed from Texas to Florida. I still find it funny. Good luck, Lisa Novak, wherever you are.

But at least I can kind of understand what she did. "Love", or what passes for it in todays society, can make you do many things. So can hate. Anger, jealousy.

While I might never put on a diaper, load my car with knives and rubber tubing (!) and trenchcoats to drive across state lines to whack someone...errr, "talk to them" at maced knifepoint, I guess I can sort of seeing it happening...if the parties involved are mentally unstable.

But heaven help the person I have never met who feuds with me online and calls me a nerd. Then I might have to follow the example of Russell Taveres, travel 1300 miles, find my rivals trailer (in a story this stupid, what else could he be living in?) and burn it down. That will teach that nerd to call you a nerd! Way to go, Taveras!

But I think the best part is, after driving those 1300 miles, taking pictures of state signs as he went, telling his friends what he was doing AND WHY, Taveras then tried to play it off as a spur of the moment accident. Uh, yeah...1300 miles, 60 MPH lets say, that would be 21.6666666666... hours non-stop. No time to cool off there.

Of course, also on the top-shelf humor from this incident is the response of taunter-come-victim (and Vietnam vet...not exactly the kind of psycho-nerd I would want to get in a war with) John G. Anderson; ""Before this happened, the rule was: Nobody messes with the haunted house guy," Anderson said."

Makes you wonder what the new rule is: "Taunt all you want, no flashbacks here"?