BULLYING

Four letter synonym for bully?
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As others have noted, they always pick on those smaller and weaker because it makes them feel big and bad and tough, when they run into resistance and someone who won't back down, or they get their butts beaten, they turn into simpering whiny little sissies and go get their brother or old man or buddies. They don't believe in fighting fair, why should they be treated fairly? Spare me all the "bad home environment" malarkey, a lot of them are encouraged by their families to act that way, or they're just following the bad examples they see at home.
 
I was always told, "let them throw the first punch." Well, I suppose that seems honorable but....you know what you call a guy who lets the other guy throw the first punch?


LOOOOOSER!
 
Bullys arent always the bigger guys. Big misconception! That video that was on this thread clearly showed that! As I wrote earlier on this thread, I lived it too. I was a huge kid like the kid on the video. However I was always about one to two years younger than my classmates all the way through school. I was very slow but younger and larger than most that gave me trouble. Many kids wanted to make me look bad invarably were about 2 years older, smaller and lighting fast.
Been there, done that and have the shirt. (Many times!)
Here is another war story I just remembered. Last day of high school. I was a junior. A senior that gave me trouble was about 3 years older than me. He was a smaller than me but a tough farm kid. We had fought a few times before through the years. He was sitting on the bus behind me. Our bus also hauled some younger parocial school kids. He and a small kid were haveing fun, he kept throwing the kid over on top of me, and the kid loved it, would run back to do it again. After the third or forth time I turned around and hit john virtal alongside the head, not all that hard as it was at the end of my extended swing. Big mistake. That left me wide open. John stood up, swung and broke my nose. It totaly blinded me and I couldnt see to fight back. The scared bus driver acted like he never seen anything as usual.
John immediately joined the air force. I lived on hate for a couple years. We lived near/in the same village. A few years later I heard he was home on furlough. Found him at the local beer joint. Went in to settle the score. He immediately ordered me a beer. I looked at him and hated myself. I had grew even more, he hadnt. I looked and thought "that little **** gave me trouble?" I was ashamed of myself!
 
A lot depends on how much-if any-martial arts training-including boxing-you've had. In Karate-the Japanese styles at least-the maxim is "In Karate there is No First Blow". You let your enemy attack, you parry or counter, depending on how good you are you might be able to size him up pretty quickly.
 
I'm reading the book "In Broad Daylight" now;the book about Ken McElroy,who was finally killed in Skidmore,Mo.,in 1981.He bullied the northwest part of Mo.for years.Great book!This is the first book that i've read in years.

To see what happens to young bullies,watch "The Christmas Story! ;)

I've read that book twice! It's a damned shame that Sheriff Joe wasn't in charge in that town back then, and maybe some of that **** could have been stopped.
 
When I was I kid we all beat the snot out of each other at other at one time or another. We survived and are all friends today with no hard feelings.
 
When I was I kid we all beat the snot out of each other at other at one time or another. We survived and are all friends today with no hard feelings.

Really? I'm still not over it yet.


BTW, as for the first punch, it's great to get the first one in but in our sue happy society, it's best to have witnesses on your side...can also save you an assault arrest.
 
I was skinny for my age group and was picked on every now and than. Until one day I sucker punch the biggest kid and layed him out. I told my Dad about it and he kind of gave me permission to defend myself any way I saw fit. After starting High School I grew bigger and it wasn't an issue anymore.
 
Just make friends with the bully, and pretend you've forgotten all past ills. Then, get out and ride around with him; head out into the country. Get someplace nice and quiet, and give him a little social justice and let his *** walk home if he's able. Always make the enemy your friend, and eventually, with patience, you will prevail.
 
I have always found beating the hell out of a bully worked for me. The key thing in dealing with them is beating them so hard that they can no longer get up off the ground by themself.
 
Just what worked for me

I was lucky in that I was able to instill in my son the ideal of protecting those who are weaker, helpless, or afraid. He is kind, and generous to a falt. In highchool he was in choir, working part time as a mechanic, an outdoorsman--pick on one of the weaker kids and he was a force to be reckoned with. There are predators, prey, and protectors. I'll take the protector on my left flank.
 

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