Fellas, it sounds like we're all on the same page here, so I posit a theory, ef yew wheeelll -
You're this boys father. You slip and fall on him, killing the young lad. You have to live with the regret, pain, and memory of that for the rest of your life. A simple accident, and YOU did that. I don't care if you're a proud atheist or a man in touch with God, you're contemplating suicide more than once. Just throwing this out to you shakes me because of my empathy, I want to give this poor man a hug and tell him it's ok.
Now, let's turn the tables back to little pissy eyed Queen of the Carolina Jungle, Nana the She Devil. Raised by a terrible father and a crack smoking mother, he was never given empathy - instead he was taught how to grift, glom on to sloppy seconds, and spit on the floor with the best of them. We all know trash like this, through indirect connections.
And yet, even the person I know like this (and no, he is never welcome at my Villa, he's a relative of a close friend bandmate I shall not name), would never find such an act funny. The one redeemable aspect about said trash lad is his protectiveness of children, regardless of race and creed, and that's because of his Terrible upbringing. Even he has that small crumb of empathy.
How has Anthony not been beaten to death by mob justice yet? That has to be coming at some point, no one this blatantly evil without political power stays alive that long.