Is it OK to bully a bully? Hmmm.

OK. I did. I fought back! Just a stubborn redheaded mother fucker!

Throwing rocks is a no-no, you asshole bullies! The first time was a rock fight at the bus stop. There were twins. Melissa and Maranda.

I was nine and badass Maybe in my own mind). Boys had made fun of me because I threw “Like a girl.” So was practicing my throw every day.

Mellisa was not challenged, but Miranda was. Maranda was “Mental Retardated” or so it was called in the ’70s. Now it’s “Intellectual Disabled”

Miranda had thick glasses and was legally blind.

So kids started throwing rocks at them. I got pissed. I saw RED! So I pummeled the pricks and rocks at them, and so they cried to the bus driver because they had knots and shit on their heads. I never got in trouble. The M & M twins were never bothered again.

Bully Time #2. Buckeye Lake, Hebron, Ohio. We lived a block from the lake. It was a great place to play. It had a tire swing.

My brother George had gone to play in the lake. He came home crying. A kid had beaten him up. George was 5. I was 14. I stormed to the lake and jumped in, grabbed that little fucker and proceeded to dunk him under the water, and then pulled him up for air and demand that he NEVER fucks with George again. In High School, the boys became friends, but to this day it’s a funny story.

Lastly, there were the kids that had no friends who sat alone in the lunchroom and got picked on while riding the bus.

At lunch, I sat with them and just grabbed away. Just silly dumb shit, but we would laugh.

I was not a member of the “A crowd.”

Never a cheerleader. My sister was a cheerleader, class president, and the lead in every play. But I had many friends from all groups. I loved school!

So back to the bullies.

As for riding on the bus, some kids got picked on. Nobody wanted to sit next to them.

I was like, “What is their friggin’ problem?” These were usually boys. It was Lakewood Junior High School days.

Sometimes they looked sad. So I would plop down beside them and gab gab gab. Maybe I was annoying to the bullies because it was game over for them.

If the kid’s bus stop was before mine, I would get off at their stop and walk them home, then I would walk home feeling so happy. Annoyingly “happy shmappy” me.

So was I a bully for bullying the bullies? I prefer to think of it as stopping the bullies.

There is some bullying curriculum for schools Starting in elementary school.

The devastation of bullying is in our face with mass shootings and whatnot.

I am going to share some info now that you can share with schools or whatever.

Here are some links:

StopBullying.gov — Elementary School Educational Lesson Plan — PACER Center — Classroom Tool Kits — National Bullying Prevention Center

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