This week we saw revenge, deceit, imbalance, sociopathy - and the everlasting, heartwarming goodness of a WWE legend.
The mob killed Buford Pusser's wife. So he drove his car straight into their illegal casino and then started hunting them down like turkeys.
" Now, nobody is officially copping to the illegal vigilante kills that followed, but strangely enough, nearly all of the suspects in the murder of Pusser's wife were found shot dead. Only one suspect survived, and that's because he voluntarily went to jail as soon as he heard Pusser was in town."
The funny keeps the Hellhounds off your trail, but it doesn't shake them.
"You ever have that funny friend, the class-clown type, who one day just stopped being funny around you? Did it make you think they were depressed? Because it's far more likely that, in reality, that was the first time they were comfortable enough around you to drop the act."