This made me remember a story told to me by my uncle (aunt's husband, actually), mind you, this happened 45 years ago or so, so people had a different view back then.

A bully was calling him names, so he went about kicking the living shit out of the fucker. Of course, this made a bit of noise, so a teacher looked out the door to ask what was happening.
Uncle: He called me <name>
Teacher: Oh, okay. Carry on then.

When you pick on a kid twice your size, you're just asking for trouble.

this makes my day. he's lucky he didn't kill that kid.

Reminds me of when I was in school. I don't know why, but I was always a magnet for bullies and everyone's ire. I learned to sleep in detention while looking like I was awake, and got so accustomed to it that I would wake up seconds before lunch and at the end of school, so I spend the whole day sleeping, having lunch, sleeping, and going home. Not that I would've learned anything had I been in class anyway...


First time I was ever bullied, I fought back and when I got sent home, my dad beat the ever-loving shit out of me until I lost consciousness. I was told not to fight back, just walk away and don't do anything.

Up until about 6th grade, I did just that. I'd get beaten up, picked on, soda thrown at me, something from the teacher's desk or cafeteria put in my backpack when I wasn't looking and then "tattled" on, you name it. I wouldn't fight back at all, I tried my best to ignore it and now I've got a pretty decent tolerance for pain these days, as well as a great deal of paranoia and awareness. My little sister got in on that too, threatening me with knifes, breaking the lock on my door so I couldn't open it, and getting me beaten if she decides to say that I hurt her. I didn't get any gifts the year that I used my dresser to destroy the door, I'll say that much.


Eventually my mom said it's okay to fight back as long as I didn't throw the first punch. A group of kids, "knowing" I wouldn't fight back, decided to grab me and toss me in the trash. Knocked one of them unconscious, two of them were too hurt to move, the last one ran off, and I didn't have any bully problems in middle school and high school. :)


...of course, that and my sister saying that I hurt her wound up with me getting sent to some place called Touchstone. The kind of place they didn't let parents in to see their kids. Suffice it to say it was a hell on earth. The floor of the swimming pool literally had a carpet of dead roaches. Kids threw chairs around (One hit me in the back of the head, that made me pretty disoriented!), and security wrestled them to the floor and knocked their faces into the ground repeatedly.

...but at least we got to ride a school bus to the theater and see Toy Story. Good times.


Point is, I think kids need to learn a little humility or they'll never learn. Be it from the parents or somebody who decides they're tired of being bullied. Well, at least I think that's my point. I think I might have just wanted to reminisce.

*mawashi-geri to your teeth* do you hear me kid ?! DO NOT use violence ! *direct punch in your stomach* as a dad, it is my duty to inculcate good values to my son.

Yeah, it's contradictory, but it had less to do with teaching good values and more to do with not having to pay for medical and legal fees or deal with parenting classes, that sort of thing. As it was, we couldn't afford to eat every day and I very rarely had lunch at school (but their annual income was still too high for free lunches from the cafeteria), and had I actually gotten injured, seeking medical treatment would've been entirely out of the question.

I barely saw the two of them anyway, most of the time they were at work from when I got up for school to when I went to bed.


...but, it didn't matter if he was contradictory anyway. He almost never listened to anyone but himself (That's a salesman for ya), he was short-tempered, and most of all, he was large. Well over 300lbs, balding and in his mid-to-late fifties around the time I was ten, a mustache that went reached to his ears, and a fairly large nose. He looked an awful lot like a real-life Dr. Robotnik, actually, which is funny since I played a lot of Sonic, and he liked wearing black slacks and red shirts, and seemed to have an affinity for sunglasses and yellow ties... >_>

Pretty intimidating and unreasonable guy to be around, also went from being violently angry to happy and enthusiastic rather quickly. I don't think he would've been able to see the contradiction if you pointed it out to him.

It is, but I understood what you meant. I was just teasing. Sorry to hear that you went through that kind of crap.

I never could understand, back in school, why some boys would acknowledge and be affiliated enough with other boys to the point of getting up close and messing with them.

Seems to be some sort of subliminal sexual attraction and said kid is in frustrated denial resulting in contempt and disdain for the kid that they are sexually attracted to resulting in that person taking the time to interact with the other if even in a negative manner.

Hey, I'd rather deal with that crap than the problems I have today. That stuff was exciting, I loved my childhood, I miss it all more than anything to the point where it's almost all I ever think about, and my problems weren't my own fault back then. Now I've got nobody left to kick but myself.

I was always the runt in school, picked on constantly by bigger kids, teased because I played video games (a foreign concept for today's youth). I used to get in trouble at school constantly because I didn't fight back. Teachers blamed me for starting fights or doing things when I didn't do anything. My dad saw the size of one of the kids they said I blocked the door to and it was impossible for me to ever hold back someone his size. When we moved from New Jersey to Oregon, it was made worse since I spoke different than everyone else. So I got picked on more.

In 9th grade, I was riding the bus when things changed. This Asian kid in front of us was a HUGE WWF fan and kept yelling NWO out at the top of his lungs. Everyone was getting annoyed with him, and since I was behind him, they told me to hit him to shut him up. I lightly hit the back of his shoulder (not really a punch, more like a very light tap) and told him to shut up cause he was annoying everyone. He got really pissed and started talking about how he was going to kick my ass. Keep in mind, I was around 5'2-5'3 at this time. He was around 5'8 and worked out. He kept talking shit but I paid it no mind.

Well, the bus got to my stop. I stood to get off the bus, and he grabbed me by the arm and hit me saying "take this you fuck". I didn't even feel it. I proceeded to start throwing punches at his face, then he ducked in so I started pummeling the back of his head. He still had hold of me and grabbed my shirt to try and pull it over my head to get me stuck. I kept punching him in the gut repeatedly as he did this, and he finally just pulled my shirt off. He dropped it and started curling up. I grabbed my shirt and walked off the bus, hearing him crying. I walked to my house at the end of the block and told my dad I got in a fight, and explained what happened. When he found out I won, he came out with me as the school bus was still there. You could hear the guy crying all the way from my house. My dad didn't even punish me for it. The next day, I got in school suspension for a day for it. Also, a guy I knew came up to me and said the description of what happened was going around the school and nobody wanted to fuck with me anymore.

Things went pretty good from that point on. Until I got expelled for something unrelated later that wasnt my fault.

I never understood why big kids got bullied at school. You'd think of all the people to make fun of, the kid twice size would be the last person to do that to.

I was bullied on-and-off during my elementary school years (that's up to 9th grade in Sweden). I say on-and-off, because firstly, I did not stand very well for it, and secondly, the adults around me cared.

Saw that on Wednesday, he's an instant hero. Street Fighter enhanced videos ftw:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3YiQe3VbWA

Funny caption:
http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189994_10150436972235434_735900433_17964986_4139981_n.jpg

Penny Arcade honors Casey: http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/2011/3/18/

lol


Mother of Bully Body-Slammed in Video Demands Apology From Her Son's Victim

http://www.foxnews.com/world/2011/03/17/mother-australian-bully-body-slammed-video-demands-apology-victim/?test=latestnews