The World's Most Dangerous Place

So, according to this article, my husband is in "The World's Most Dangerous Place". And I was worried about the window frame in my house that I found bent today. Peachy. And what am I doing on a Friday night? I am sitting here, with an ice pack on my ear where my little cheeky monkey threw a tape measure at my head that the other cheeky monkey pulled out of the drawer where he wasn't supposed to be. But, at least I had a showing today. So, I go to sit outside to enjoy the night air, only to be exposed to the conversation of the neighbors three houses away. These idiots are bragging about their combat tours and one in particular is bragging about his three year old that knows how to differentiate different beers. This child evidently also starting drinking the beer and got falling down drunk. The guy then proceeded to bitch about how people were complaining to him about his drunk three year old and how mean that was. His response? "It's my f*cking kid". So, then he bragged about how the child then fell off a trampoline and got hurt (but that was ok because there was an Army medic present). But he gave him another beer and he was fine. WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?????