I once had to sit one row up and across the aisle in a 737 just ahead of a kid who was screaming and crying before we even left the gate. I was pleasantly surprised that the gate agent had quietly given us a free upgrade to First Class. I'd never ridden FC before, and I was enjoying the first flight I've had as an adult where I actually had enough room (I'm 6'3"). The kid started screaming before we even started moving, and didn't stop until we landed. The entire. Damned. Flight. Worst, that side of my headphones (I don't fly without tunes) died right then and there. I turned them around to have the working side face the kid, but I couldn't drown out the little demon, not even with Iron Maiden. Call it Hell in a comfortable handbasket.
The difference is, this all actually happened, the flight attendants stood by and did nothing to attempt to help (must be Trump supporters), and at no time was the kid in danger of crashing the plane and ruining our form of government. He also didn't claim everything he did was a record, didn't try to glorify himself, and didn't make me wish he'd never been born. OK, I lied on that last point.