I was at the range the other night with a man on the Executive Council or something close to that (can't remember exactly what it was put as) of the boy scouts for Memphis and 18 counties in Mississippi. That joker had a case with 11 handguns in it that he was firing. I bet that joker could stop some bullying.
Oh please. Truth is people enjoy bullying people, especially if they're the least popular person in school or elsewhere. There is no such thing as the fucking utter bullshit of "nobody deserves to be bullied". Truth is in any social group there will always be a pecking order and there is no defense for the least popular person. If the person uses violence to to defend themselves then they're more than likely going to go to jail regardless if provoked into it. And it gets worse on the internet in which the only way to defend oneself is verbally, since anonymity provides protection. People who are wrongly treated as monsters often become monsters themselves.
Notice this thread concerns school age children. Most here would have no doubt that a grown man with a gun could handle a bully. But thanks for the heads up, pal.
When I was a kid, I got bullied all the time. I never struck back, I just took it and tried to avoid them. Then, one day when I was a freshman in high school, I was sitting at my desk and one of the usual bunch walks down the aisle and, just for the fun of it, did something to me. I don't even remember what. I smacked him. A good one. Right then and there. He was astounded. He didn't even hit back or anything. He just stood there looking like he couldn't believe it. From that day on, no one ever bullied me again. They didn't even try. Sometimes, physical force is the best way to deal with retards.
I was a big kid - 6'2" in 7th grade. We moved before that school year, and a few kids took to bullying me because though I was big, though I was "confident" they got pissed I took their place in sports and I was actually not an aggressive person - I avoid physical confrontation if possible. Well, one kid started punching me in the kidneys. Finally my dad found out and we went to the principle, and the principle told me the next kid to do that I could go ape on him. This was in 1996. So, I let the main kid, Sean ******, know not to punch me anymore because I would defend myself. On the way to lunch the next day, he walked byand punched me in the kidney. It frikkin hurt, bad. I grabbed that fricker, put his head down, and ran him into a door. Everyone left me alone from then on. Well, except my basketball coach. He was pissed at me until he understood what was going on. He then made Sean run 32's half an hour after practice for the rest of the week.
Like I said, I was gentle. I was fairly confident, but I wanted to fit in so I took too much crap at first. Probably let myself be the blunt of too many jokes. Also, I was a passionate Christian. Now, having done youth ministry, there are some kids that are so annoying about their faith that I want to beat them myself.
If you get a rep as not being able to defend yourself it doesn't matter how big you are. You're going to get picked on.
I pissed off my bullies by making sure they thought I was having fun, when I saw them. There may have also been some defamation of reputation in self defence, but the thing with where I went to school (possibly because this is female on female bullying), was that it was mental warefare rather than physical (apart from the point where I had a group around me while I tried to walk home, and found out later one had a metal chair leg in their bag. But I'm relatively certain she was looking for a fight only if she didn't make the first blow, plus, she wanted people to be scared of her, so she didnt have to do anything.) I also got so sick of it at one point, that I ended up in a staring contest, which when I won, and strangely meant I got left alone. Sounds odd, but basically, I was about 14, and one of the general bullies had been placed next to me in German. I kept my head down, and tried to concentrate on my work, even though the class hadn't actually started at that point. She started staring at me, really pointedly, but instead of keeping my head down, or adjusting my body language even more away from her, I figured that would just make things worse, and I was just sick of it all. So, I mimicked the head movement she made, opened my eyes really wide, and just stared right back at her with the same face she had on. A couple of minutes later, she breaks the gaze, calls me a joker, and never talks to me again, hassling other people. If I'd known it was that simple, I would have done that a long time before. I think the boyscouts have the right idea, but are going about it the wrong way. You don't nessecarily need to fight back, you just need people to think that you would if you needed to - I think that's what they're aiming with the verbal comebacks, but a simpler catchall "what's your point?" (or possible "I don't care what you think" or "are you done yet? I have things I want to do") would suffice. Then again, I'm a firm believer in being overly civil to those I destest. My friends insult each other; it's a sign of being comfortable around someone.
It's never ever been my experience that using violence solves the problem. It's never ever been my experience that sticking up for yourself stops the bullying. It's been my experience just the opposite and the people who do that only get in more trouble. Bullies and assholes just don't stop because they're the real retards.
One guy who liked to beat on me in 4th grade was doing so one recess. I finally slugged him in the face, a wild shot that nailed him in the eye. He stopped, held the hurt, looked at me. Finally he said "Ya know, ya shouldn't hit in the eye. It's dangerous," and walked away. I think the last bully was this fucko that was dating someone in my art school. We were having a pool party at the end of the school year (1977?), and this fuck kept throwing me in the water. He tried to do it after I'd gotten my street clothes back on, and that was the last straw. I slugged him and grabbed him by the throat so he couldn't throw me in. He looked real surprised. Then he said "Hey! Why'd you hit me?" and flattened me with a right hook. My jaw is still fucked up today from it. But it was worth it. Thank god the class black belt was a friend of mine, nad pulled the guy away from me right after that. The amazing thing is these guys wondering why I hit them. Like, the target isn't supposed to react in any agressive way. Speaks to a deficient perception of reality.
Now what about that statement is hypocritical? Wait, don't tell me you're one of those pathetic little whiny douchebags who thinks anything that happens on an internet message board can qualify as "bullying"?
The truth is lame huh? If people didn't enjoy bullying then there wouldn't be any bullying. And there is no such thing as nobody deserves to be bullied because people enjoy bullying other people, especially the least popular person, and always feel that the person being bullied deserves it.
Explain how someone can deserve it. Not if it's legitimately self defense, and if it's not, you shouldn't be fighting anyway. So I was right. You are the kind of sniveling little pussy who cries about being "beat up" on the internet. Let's not get melodramatic or anything.
Often, as in not always. And the ones who don't become monsters prove it wasn't the treatment, but a flaw in their character. So, they weren't wrongly perceived as fucked up in the first place.
