Sunday, January 25, 2026
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The teacher and principal should be held to account for their lack of action against the bully. Bravo for the kid who outsmarted the bully.
ReplyDeleteeclectickelvin, I'm with you.
DeleteThe parents of the bully want to punish the victim, instead of their own ASSHOLE child. A couple more doses need dealt out. I ran into one of my tormentors as an adult. The poor sumbitch about pissed himself. At a concert,didn't want to go to jail so I didn't beat the MurFugginAsshole.. I hope dad gets the kid actively pursuing a stronger body.
ReplyDeleteJustin_O_Guy, good job!
DeleteCan I get an 'Amen'!!!
ReplyDeleteAnon, Amen!!!
DeleteWhy is your son still in the clutches of the government monopoly day prison system?
ReplyDeleteAnon, because they work two jobs to pay for it? Taxes.
DeleteI know how the bully feels, but not because I bully others. I'm just a lil' guy, so, even when injustices are felt, I am wise enough to avoid a conflict. Forebearance means to endure injustices and keep cool, calm, and collected. Then how, you might say, do I know how the bully feels? Well, at 65 and older, we sometimes lose the ability to control our bodily functions. Very recently, with this cold spell, we've been keeping large pots of soup available to ward off the cold. So, too, with the price of food these days, leftovers are never disposed of or wasted. Unfortunately, some oldsters have efficient metabolisms that process food intake rather efficiently. Meaning, certain foods satisfy the hunger pangs, but the digestive system occasionally objects. The result is a trip to the porcelain throne perhaps more urgent than normally. When the mix of a hodge-podge dinner begins percolating, and the victim is not in the vicinity of a privvy, things can get a bit squeamish. Such was the case, after leaving home to stock up on food before old man winter came calling with a vengeance. A mere 1/2 mile from home, the car was steered 180 degrees, and the race was on. The gastric volcano was signaling activity. Oh, God. "You can hold it. The alternative could be ugly." Alas, the closer to a safe space, and the more the body knew. "Let's GO! Hurry!" Slam in into Park in the driveway, and scramble inside. Gang way! "I have to drop a load of freight that just can't wait!" As a reader might guess, we didn't make it in time, before Mt. Vesuvius erupted, before the drawers could even be dropped. Ugly, it was. Humiliation and moaning. Hell, I didn't even get the commode seat down, but didn't care about that. There wasn't much left to deposit into the bowl, as the majority of lava was all in the trunk of my undergarments, now at the base of the bowl, around my ankles. A careful strip to avoid any more smearing, and a perp walk into the nearby shower, for clean up. The jeans, long johns, and skivvies all went into the shower with me, in a pre-rinse cycle, and the view was not a pleasant sight. Even after the shower rinse, then came a choice point: Into the garbage can with the vestments, or into the warshing machine with a healthy amount of detergent, + a large cup of bleach? -A salvage effort was chosen, faded colors of the affected garments be damned. Clothes are expensive, besides food.
ReplyDeleteBesides, this is just what was experienced, when cloth diapers were the only option before Huggies made the toddler's cleanup and disposal easy. Still, babies after such an event have no shame. A grown ass man, on the other hand, occasionally endures a humbling experience, to keep his arrogance and ego in check.
As for the bully in the short video above, I'm siding with the victim's old man.
Bully got what was coming to him. Or, more accurately, going out from him.
Karma can be good or bad, depending on what we send out there.
FAFO, and all that jazz. But, for old dudes who just want to get along, the topic of diapers as a secret we won't talk about are very common. I see stacks of them in resale stores, after Gramps has gone, and the kin clean out the estate. The young adults have no need for Depends, so, let's donate them. Feel good about ourselves. But, I'd suggest keeping a box of them tucked away, in a closet, for potential future use, if you have a good metabolism and are advancing in age. In my HUMBLE opinion of course. But, you do you. Me?
I gotta be me. It can get ugly sometimes, but like any mess, you simply clean it up, and resume living the dream. Nightmares do exist, though.
Ask me how I know. I just went through one recently. Humbling. Not fun.
Save some words for the rest of us
DeleteAnon-6:44, Really?
DeleteAnon-1:13, LOL.
DeleteKarma is a wonderful thing. ♥
ReplyDeleteSandee, it can be life's lesson.
DeleteIt'd be nice if that Dad had gone to that meeting with a tray of cupcakes that his son had prepared as a peace offering sort of thing if course.
ReplyDeleteAnon, you're a dreamer.
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