Calling Out The Teachers: A Super Villain’s Solution To Bullying
Mr. Saturday Night, Raleigh’s Super Villain and arch-nemesis of the Blue Beacon, has once again hijacked Candid Slice for his own nefarious purposes.
Good evening, Raleigh. I was told recently that Anti-Bullying Month has come and gone. Good thing no one ever gets picked on those other eleven months of the year. Bullying is a subject near and dear to my heart. I’m going to be honest.
I read the Blue Beacon’s slice a while back about how “bullies are people too,” and it made me sick to my stomach. Since she wants to defend bullies because she thinks that they can be saved, I will dedicate this slice to every child who suffers at their hands.
I’m going to tell you a little truth that teacher and parents don’t want you to know: Nobody cares about you. I was bullied as a child. The solution to bullying isn’t going to come from teachers and administrators–and god knows it won’t come from more laws. The solution comes from the bullied.
When you were a kid, did you ever tell a teacher you were being bullied? Did anything come of it? Or did the teacher give the aggressor a slap on the wrist and turn her back so you could suffer at their hands again? And did you notice that the punishment they received was minimal compared to what you would’ve received if you did something wrong? Well there is a reason for that. The schools would have you believe that all children are equal, but that is not the case.
“Behaviorally Emotionally Disability” is a psychological term that basically says these children aren’t at fault for their own actions and therefore should not be punished. If they were to be punished like any other student, a social worker would pound on the principal’s office door demanding for compassionate treatment for the unfortunate youth who is going through a lot at home and therefore needs an outlet for his anger. Yep. Social workers side with the bullies.
I’m going to tell you something that no one ever told me growing up. “Fair fights” are a myth. If you want to never be picked on again, you have to send the other students the only message they will understand: Look what happened to the last guy. You’re going to have to fight.
Once you’ve won, you’re going to have to fight again and again and again until bullies realize what happens when they mess with you.
Go to a gym or take a martial arts class. Find something heavy and lift it every day. There is nothing wrong with fighting dirty or kicking your enemy when they are down. Would they show you mercy? No. If you are not willing to fight for your freedom then there is simply nothing that can be done for you. You will fall because you never tried to stand for yourself. These experiences will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Most parents don’t know this. The official school rule for fighting is that if someone starts it, the other person is to curl up in a ball and take the beating otherwise both parties will get in equal trouble. Does that sound like a rule made by someone who cares for each and every one of his charges? That is a rule made up by someone who doesn’t want to get their hands dirty.
The problem is that children are dying. In the past it may have been a simple black eye or bloody nose. Let’s try a little exercise. Imagine your school and the area around it. Is there a place a student could get their hands on a mop handle? A pipe? A cinder block?
Now take a moment to realize the kind of damage one of those objects could do in the wrong hand. Children are dying while their protectors stand by and do nothing.
I’m not like that. While the Blue Beacon turns a blind eye to the suffering of the bullied children, opting instead to believe the bullies can be rehabilitated, I am telling people to stand up and fight for themselves.
I remember in second grade telling a teacher that I had been beaten while holding my hand over my nose to stop the bleeding. She looked me in the eye and said, “Well what do you want me to do about it?” My parents pulled me out of martial arts because I didn’t have time to do my homework and there were more reports of me getting into fights. Of course there were! I was fighting back for the first time.
In high school our teacher would leave us alone in the dugout of a baseball field. I remember being duct taped to a pole and beaten by three people.
By High School, I’d given up on asking teachers for help. But in High School, when I left a classmate laying broken on the baseball field in front of all his friends, they decided I wasn’t someone to be messed with.
Part of the problem is that students are being taught to have a victim mentality. They treat you like a victim; therefore, you start to think like one. And while I’m on the subject, the anti-bullying shirts they give kids are pink. Are you serious? So if the cause was about stopping wolves from attacking humans would they make the shirts out of bacon? You may as well put a target sight on your forehead.
I won’t bore you with any more stories of my past but let me say this. Teachers, when you let your students run rampant and turn a blind eye to the suffering of children you create monsters like them–and you create monsters like me.
Be seeing you.