Normally I’m highly amused by the public antics of Crying Girl and her Foul Mouthed Pompadour, but today their street fighting (not to be confused with Street Fighting) is just making me sad. I’m sad for him, because he’s so angry. I’m sad for her, because she’s always crying (and he likes to scream that she’s a whore) and because she really, really needs some new pants that fit right. Most of all though, I’m sad for their infant daughter, who has to be raised by these two screaming nincompoops – what possible chance does she have for a better life with parents like those?