Where Were These People Raised?

So I'm coming out of HomeDepot. Had to stop in and pick up a few odds and ends.
I'm walking to my truck, and there is some guy parked a few spaces over, loading 4' X 8' sheets of cement board (like drywall, but heavier).

I toss my two bags into my truck and stroll back over to this guy and holler, "You need some help loading that drywall?"
No response.
Since he's sweating like crazy (its 4 in the afternoon and probably 85 degrees), I figure he either didn't hear me or is too pooped to answer, since he's already loaded about 4 sheets and some 2 X 4's.

So I go over and give him a hand loading the last 4 sheets. This stufff is about twice the weight of regular drywall! So its hefty.
Anyway, we finish, I throw a bag of insulation that had fallen on the ground into the back of his truck, and leave him to load a few marble window sills.

I walk past him again, headed back to my truck.
Nothing.
No response.
No "Thanks".
Not even a grunt in my direction.

I'm now LAUGHING to myself (out loud) as I get back in my truck, wagging my head.

I pull away, not even a wave.

On the way home, I start thinking I did Society a disservice.
I should have perforated his frontal lobe with a .40S&W

Did you have parents or did you grow up with a pack of wolves???

A Soldier, a Tombstone and The Nutjob

Cindy Sheehan, the anti-Bush activist dubbed the "Peace Mom" for her efforts to stop the war in Iraq is lashing back at detractors who decry her lack of a tombstone for her son, Casey Sheehan, who was killed in the conflict two years ago.

In her own words:

For the first year after Casey was killed, I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to place a TOMBstone on my son's grave. I didn't want one more marble proof that my son was dead. I couldn't even call where he was buried a "cemetery," I had to call it "Casey's Park." I placed fresh flowers in the cup every week and journaled there almost on a daily basis, and often laid on it and fell asleep and dreamed of my needlessly killed son.

Is there any doubt that her grasp on reality is tenuous, at best?

Have any of these people who claim that I am pissing on my son's grave even visited him?

Uh, Cindy honey...I bet if there was a TOMBSTONE so people could find him, LOTS would come visit. And thats exactly what you don't want; people to honor your son, the Soldier.