They must have cut the crazies loose out there. I lived in San Bernardino for a while. Up an top this big hill above the Airport. There was a park up there, and I was up there with my then, 5 year old daughter, one day. This guy came walking through the park very fast, talking loudly, and angrily to invisible people. For some reason, he veered over to my daughter and started screaming at her. She started crying. he pivoted on his heel and took off again. This all happened in a matter of seconds. I stepped over to my daughter, patted her on the head, told her it was ok, and to go back to playing with her friends.
I then went to catch up with the guy. As luck would have it, he was heading straight for my car. When he got next to it I tripped him from behind. As he was trying to get back up, I opened my car door, and slammed his head in it two or three times. I figured if he was that crazy I would need to get his attention first. I then told him to leave the little ones alone,or I would hunt him down and kill him. (roadkill of course. But I think he believed me)
There was more then one crazy bastard in that park that day. And, I don't see how his craziness superseded mine.