While you are out at work, a man drives his SUV into your house and kills your entire family. He claims he did this because he thought somehow it would be of service to you. Fortunately, as luck would have it, your grandmother is at the beauty parlor at the time and her life is spared. Unfortunately, she arrives home as the man is leaving and somehow he manages to kill her too. So you gradually go about the task of fixing your house and mourning the loss of your family and assume that you will be left alone to do it in a way that you deem fit. But then, during the course of your rebuilding, the man begins criticizing you. He doesn’t care for the brand of sheetrock you are using and he thinks the place was structurally more sound with the ass-end of his flaming car sticking out of it (and your dead family strewn about the front lawn). He calls you in the middle of the night to tell you this. He takes out an ad in the local paper and manages to convince a local radio station to allow him to broadcast his critique to your entire hometown. To say that I think we should ignore this man is an understatement of the greatest proportions and the truth is I don’t think that all of us should. I think all but one of us should. I also think that the one, non-ignoring person’s job should be to follow him around wherever he goes and hit him, at regular intervals, with a cricket bat. Then, on the day that he dies, we should all stop ignoring him for just one brief shining moment...and rejoice.