WHERE HAS AMERICA'S BACKBONE GONE?
Into the Valley of Litigation.
When I saw the latest bullying story, I said Hot Damn, I'm glad I'm 60!!
Sure, I'm not happy about the rotting flesh part, but I got to have the pleasure of defeating the neighbor hood bully, and not go to jail and counseling and debt.
In 1967, my dad retired in Fl., and when I came home on the bus, on the first day at school, I was told that I had to fight Marlene, the neighborhood bully.
No problemo! My sister, who I am sure murdered me in a previous lifetime, was a berserker fighter. So, I had experience in the art of defending myself.
When this much heavier and meaner girl came at me, I gave her a solar plexus punch, and that was all she wrote. We became friends later!
Come on, parents! Put your kids into a martial art program.
Then, you get a cockateil for your child that has been trained by me.
When they take the cover off the cage every morning, the sweet little bird tells her that she's a turd.
You don't know how this brings the day into perspective.
Sometimes, my cockatiel tells me I'm a pretty turd!
Then, have her hang out with the grandparents.
Unless they're from that horrible bloodline, the Regulation Charlies, they will help your child with sensible advice.
Such as, wait till the bully is alone, clock 'em and keep your mouth shut.
Come on folks!
A video on the internet of a 4 year old's response to a bully really convinced me that we have become a nation of wimpie noodles.
When the mother on the video asked this lively cute as the dickens black girl what happened, she said: He said I was ugly, and I told him I was not here for a fashion statement, I'm here to learn.
And, then he said, maybe I'm not so ugly.
And a little child shall lead them.