When my family moved from Cape Cod to California was when I started high school. Being a polite kid with an east coast accent got me no end of grief and my first two years at high school were sheer torture. I'd get ganged up on and beat up and then punished by the teachers for causing a problem and then punished again when I got home.
At the start of my junior year I got ganged uip on by five boys in a bathroom - and any one of those five could easily have beaten me on his own.
I went to class afterwards and the teacher asked me what happened as my shirt was torn and I was bleeding from numerous wounds.
I said, "I fell."
I was sent to the office where I repeated the same.
The next day I came to school with a six ounce fishing weight in one of my gym socks. I came across this monster named Jim Ward and said, "Hi." He turned and asked me, "Want more faggot?"
I swung the sock and hit him in the head and he went down like a brick. I went on to class as if nothing had happened and I didn't care a whit if I'd killed Jim.
Some time after that I savagely attacked Jerry Pettigrew and once I had him on the ground I kicked him until he screamed and cried.
I forget the name of one fellow but he was in my Geology class and he told me he was going to kick my butt after class and this was great fun for him and his pals and they got quite a laugh from it. The teacher, as usual, said nothing. At the end of class I ran out to the jeers of these freaks and then I waited by the door. When the jacktard came out I slammed the door in his face and then pulled him out and held him against the door to keep his buddies at bay. With my handy fishing weight I did to him what he had done to me.
#4 ran from me when I came after him and I let it go.
Dickie Brown I caught alone at the raquet ball courts and when I had him cornered he literally peed his pants. This was at lunch time and all I did next was walk away and then announce to everyone I met that Dickie had peed his pants at the raquetball courts. That was the end of his being one of the cool people on campus.
After all of this passed I then met any and every challenge with force.
If someone called me a name I made them bleed no matter what the price was for myself.
In the course of about two months I went from everyone's punching bag to being the person no one wanted to f*ck with.
Including my father, who was no saint.
Ironically, this all resulted in my not having another fight for the remainder of my time in high school. My grades went up and so did my self-confidence.
In the following two years when I found kids getting bullied by the jocks and jacktards I'd walk up and ask them what they were doing to my new friend. I made it clear that I was spoiling for a fight if they didn't eff off. Honestly, I wanted a fight. I hated these jerks.
Now you want to hear something really funny?
I spent the first two years at school as everyone's punching bag. I was called a psycho (and left alone) my third year.
And in my senior year I was voted one of the ten most popular people in a school with 2,800 in attendance.
When I went to my 20th reuinion one of my one-time tormentors actually came up to me and seriously did apologize.
I also had a few other people tell me that I made school tolerable for them because the bullies knew that I'd make them pay dearly if they hassled anyone I called my friend.
I took the same attitude into the Marines and it served me well.
Consequently, this whole experience soured me on liberals, such as my parents and my teachers, who would do nothing about the real problems (such as bullies) while punishing the victim.
I'm a conservative because liberals contributed to making my life miserable at one point and only when I took control of the situation for myself did my situation improve.
I suppose I should add that a Vice Principal named Taylor once berated me for not talking to the teachers about the bullies (something that had been an exercise of utter futility for two years) and that he was going to 'teach me a lesson' if I didn't 'get with the program'.
I stood up and looked him square in the eye and told him that if he tried anything with me because I was protecting myself then he was going to be next. I explained to him in detail what I'd be doing to him and then asked him if he wanted me to prove that I was serious.
He never bothered me again.
Thus, I have zero tolerance for bullies and zero tolerance for bubble headed liberal fools who refuse to recognize and deal with the real problems in life and instead concentrate on making decent people miserable.
And when I hear of these kids who shoot up a school it doesn't surprise me that there's always a gang of bullies and a bunch of liberals who did nothing about the bullies behind the problem.
To this day when I notice a kid being bullied I give them the same advice:
Pick your largest, most terrifying aggressor and then savagely attack him. Show him no mercy. Once you get him on the ground kick the SOB until he bleeds. If he can get up then go back and do some more because you're not finished. Yes, you might get suspended, maybe even jailed, but the SOB and his friends will never dare to bother you again.
It works every time.
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