This Is Crazy! This Is Crazy!

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One of my favorite scenes from the Vacation movies with Chevy Chase is just before he is going to strip down and jump into the pool with Christie Brinkley. Good old Chevy claps his hands together a couple of times and chants, "This is Crazy! This is crazy!"

Not sure why I enjoy it so much, probably just because he knows its wrong, but that he just has to do it, right?

In the last few days I've read a number of stories about some sick people who must know, in the light of day, that what they are doing is downright crazy, sick, or demented, but they do it anyway.

Here in Buffalo - well actually well South of the city - a group of four is being sought in connection with an armed robbery. This Apple Dumpling Gang held up a horse and buggy being commanded by an Amish couple. Not kidding. Gun to the head, demanding the wallet.

"We don't carry wallets," the perplexed man screamed.

The gunman raised his weapon and fired a shot at the feet of the horse, got into the getaway car and took off.

This is crazy!

Then there is the Phillies fan who was convicted of sticking his finger down his throat so he could work up vomit to spew on an off-duty cop and the cop's daughter. I wanted to post the guy's photo because it is alarming, but he doesn't deserve to be pictured anywhere other than perhaps the post office. What a vile, disgusting thing to do.

Did I mention he was a Phillies fan?

This is crazy!

Finally, I glanced at an article of a woman, who angry with her husband, tossed her 19-month old baby into the Hudson River. Thankfully the baby survived, but the article was deep into the idea of whether or not her actions were criminal or mental.

I can save the lawyers a lot of time. This is Crazy!

I suppose the capacity of bad behavior by humans is absolutely limitless.

Chevy Chase did jump into the pool. The water was too cold and he woke up his entire family with a scream. Naked Christie swam away and Chevy spent the next five minutes trying to explain his motivations.

He finally gave up and explained that he was just being a jerk.

In the end, I guess the lesson learned is that if it feels crazy just before you do it, it probably is.

Robbing the Amish? Forcing yourself to throw up on someone? Tossing your baby into the river?

Yeah, all crazy!

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