Catch A Bully,By The Horns

Bullies, whether at school, home, or local neighborhoods, come in all shapes, sizes, ethnic/ racial makeup, and social status. They are habitually cruel, and overbearing, toward smaller, and weaker children. One could argue that they can also be seen as thugs, ruffians, and intimidators. They are always on the prowl, or on the lookout for that weaker link. They tend to express few, or if any, feelings, other than their own needs, or desires. They have limited ability to see the needs of others, and no consideration for the ones they victimize. They do not, for the most part, express any concerns for others, and express disdain for any intervention. They are not able to form any relationships, or working alliances. They also see concerned peers, and adults, as interfering, and annoying.
Bullies are running rampart in today’s society, and the bleeding hearts, those who would label intervention as punishment, are contributing to this malady that’s on the rise. When confronted by an adult regarding bullying incidents, denial is written all over their faces. “Who me! I didn’t do anything.” First line of defense, denial. Their facial expressions tend to be mostly apprehensive, and somewhat indifferent. They will become defensive, and loquacious. Due to this maligned behavior, they keep to themselves, unless surrounded by weaker peers, or other bullies, and their social relationships appear to be limited.
This group, shunned by society in general, is continually searching for peer approval, and those who would become attached to this faction, if you will, friends, could be deemed as questionable. These individuals also express unusual thoughts that would suggest mental confusion, anxiety, and tension. Restrain, and self control, do not appear to be present. Their behavior also suggests that they get caught up in their own wants, and ideas, which may or may not be practical. Poor age appropriate socialization skills are quite evident, as demonstrated by the victimization of younger peers, whom they view as problematic. Overall, they have pent-up anger directed at anyone who gets in their way.

The above is a Psychological perspective of a bully. To the victims, they are nothing but mean, minded kids, looking to perpetrate their selfish wills on defenseless ones.
I grew up in a minister’s home, with loving, but strict parents. We were always told not bully anyone, and to defend those being bullied. As a young man, my fathered boxed, and taught me that art. Being the respected minister that he was, and in great demand, we never stayed in one place, longer than three years. As a direct result, we attended various schools throughout the country. Needless to say, we were always confronted by said bullies, whenever we would attend a new school. Our dad did not want us to be subjected to these abuses, therefore he instructed us to face these guys, and without hesitating, to hit them on the nose as hard as we could, thus causing nose bleeds. We followed his instructions well. That’s how we dealt with this bunch. They would never bother us after that.

There are those who will continue to feel bullied. What can they do? I would advice them to do as we did, but are they up to the task? I don’t have the answer nor the solution to each individual problem. I knew what to do, and so did my siblings. I just hope and pray that the victims, in this case, children, will grow up to have normal lives. I also hope that bullies will eventually see who they really are, and change before they become the bullied ones. Remember, you never know who is around the corner. It could be that one you bullied, who is now looking to square things.
Do you have any horror stories? Talking about them might be what you need.

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Mort # 2

Well, Here I go again with another adventurous trip with my friend, Mort, the one who is never wrong, and always has an answer for everything. He is the type who never let’s you rest. He will drop in on you without fail, and you better be prepared for a long, and I mean a long visit, which in the end, leaves you physically, and emotionally drained. Oh, and also, very, and I mean, very angry.

On this particular day, as I sat in front of the TV set, I noticed that something was not right. It was close to 11:00 AM, and Mort had not come by my place. I began to worry, as this has never happened before. I could have called, but Mort is not the type to answer the phone. He believes that “that contraption” makes your ears shrink, thus decreasing your hearing capabilities. Well, that’s Mort.

Being the kind of friend that I am, and also a glutton for punishment, I decided to drive to his place, and check up on him. Another thing that Mort does not bother with, is, locking the doors. He believes that house keys are responsible for many of the diseases of this world. Don’t ask, his explanation would drive you nuts.

Upon arriving at his place, I walked in the house, and called out his name. I heard a faint voice coming from the bathroom, “I’m here”. I went in, and saw him sitting on the floor with his arms wrapped around the commode, in the process of vomiting. “What’s wrong Mort” I asked. “Well, he answered, I got sick, and this is what happened.” I looked at him and noticed how bad he looked. He looked pale, and his facial expression did not look right. “Mort, I asked, your face seems to be flushed?” The moment I said that, I knew I was in for a lengthy response. Mort looked at me for a long time and asked, “Is my face still there?” “Yes” I said. “Is everything in place?” “Yeah Mort, Why do you ask?” As always, his answer left me stumped. “If my face is still there, and everything else is still there, how can you ask if my face was flushed down the toilet? Some times you surprise me with your dumb questions” I just shook my head, and changed the subject.
“Mort, you have to cut down on your drinking. That’s why you got sick.” Mort’s reply was as expected. “I was working on one of those across, down pluses, (he meant crossword puzzles) and one of the hints(clues) said that sipping, is drinking one drop at a time, and since I drink a drop at a time, I sip” “But Mort, I said, you sip one bottle at a time, That’s not what they mean”! “I still say it’s a sip at a time” he said.

I stayed with him for a couple of hours, and before I left I asked him, “Mort, do you ever rationalize?” He sat there staring at the ceiling, and finally answered with a sad look on his face. “Your question brings back bad memories. I don’t rationalize, and never will, because I don’t want to go through what my parents went through during the second war”. “What’s that got to do with rationalizing Mort” I asked. “Well, he said. During the war, they suffered a lot. They had to rationalize coffee, gasoline, rice, meat, and all those other things you need in life. I hope we never have to go through that.”

I looked at him, long and hard, excused myself, went outside, looked up to heaven and said, “Lord, I know that you are perfect, and never make mistakes. I just have one question for you, WHAT HAPPENED HERE?” With that, I drove back home very, very slow, and again asked God, “Why are you punishing me this way? What have I ever done to you”? I keep asking that question, over, and, over again. Stay tuned, I think I need an aspirin.

Really!

When the emperor of Japan approved the attack on Pearl Harbor, on 12/07/41, the military gave little thought about how America would react to this senseless attack. Their feeling was that this country, with its vast racial make up, would not fight for one another. They actually thought, that we, as a country, would just look the other way, and let the rest of the populace, fend for themselves. Wow! Were they wrong! In fact, it has been reputed that Marshall Admiral, Yamamoto, uttered the following words, after that cowardly attack, “I fear that all we have done, is to awaken a sleeping giant.” How right he was.
On 9/11, our enemies must have thought the same thing, as another cowardly attack was perpetrated on us. They thought that we would talk about this act, and in time, forget about it, and go on our merry way. Again, we as a nation, set aside our differences, and took care of business. We showed them who we are, a very resilient people.
Now, someone is testing the waters again. Don’t they realize by now, that we are a very large family, and when one of ours is attacked, we rise up, and woe to the ones who would dare hurt one of our family members? Just because we don’t agree on just about everything, and at times, appear to hate each other, does not mean that we won’t defend one another. The attack on Boston this past Monday, April 15, 2013, will be considered, as one, against this very cohesive family. Mark my words, the culprit, and others behind this act, will be found, and will pay for their treacherous act. They may have attempted to instill fear in our hearts, but I must remind them, , that we are strong, God is on our side, and we shall rebound from this latest set back. A word of advice to those who think we are weaklings. “Don’t mess with us. We are a mighty, God fearing nation, and you don’t want to test its full might.” Allow me to indicate who we actually are, E Pluribus Unum. “Out of many, we are one.” That’s who we are.
These cowards might have thought that people in Boston would not react as they did. The world witnessed the resilience, and courage of those closest to the victims. The way they put their own lives on the line, for these hurting brothers, and sisters. These heroes were not thinking as to whether or not, another bomb would go off next to them. Their primary concern was the immediate medical attention needed at that moment. These is America. The world has seen what we are made off. God Bless the people of Boston, the victims, and their families. God Bless this great nation, AMERICA!