http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4qDjyJXb2I&feature=watch_response
youtube has been pulling it down pretty quickly, but people have been derbying it pretty fast... if this link dies, google "See what happens when kids who are bullied have had enough!!!" and you'll find a link pretty fast...
sorta sucks because supposedly the big kid get suspended because of this, and the other little kid got off scott free... but damn, this was awesome. haha
Just for the record...
it isn't funny.
Hm. [coffee]
*will be back to check on this thread*
Vid in the OP is gone. Here's a currently working version:
Bully gets DROPPED! [Awesome HighSchool Fight] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pePSoDTy--w#normal)
Don't know wtf that kid was thinking when he decided to bully someone twice his size. He's about 2 gloves shy of a pair. Current intarwebz rumor that he either dislocated his knee or fractured his leg.
Really make the beast with two backsed up that the skinny shit wasn't punished too. I went full-out spider monkey on the school bully in 7th grade in an almost identical situation. Got me kicked off the bus for a week. He got suspended for a week.
And is it just me, or is the big kid a dead ringer for the kid from Bad Santa?
Your mouth's writing checks your body can't cash.....
Need a little excitement?! Oh Yeeeeaaaah!
Quote from: ducpainter on March 14, 2011, 05:12:53 PM
Just for the record...
it isn't funny.
No, it wasn't. That was a brutal drop! :o
But..if he was getting bullied..glad he fought back! [clap]
So... which one was the bully? The kid walking up and picking a fight with a guy twice his size or the big kid picking him up and dropping him?
Quote from: slowpoke13 on March 14, 2011, 06:49:35 PM
So... which one was the bully? The kid walking up and picking a fight with a guy twice his size or the big kid picking him up and dropping him?
Yes.
Story goes the big kid gets bullied all the time for being the "fat kid"
Don't anger the gentle giant or he will f you up
I'm torn here. One part of me agrees with DP that it's not funny. The picked-on little kid in me says good on him for not taking any crap anymore (assuming the facts are correct)
Quote from: alfisti on March 14, 2011, 07:01:25 PM
Story goes the big kid gets bullied all the time for being the "fat kid"
Don't anger the gentle giant or he will f you up
I'm torn here. One part of me agrees with DP that it's not funny. The picked-on little kid in me says good on him for not taking any crap anymore (assuming the facts are correct)
Re the vid- oh my. Brutal.
If the story is right im on the big guys side.
How was that kid walking after that?!?
You can walk after a knee dislocation. I've been there, done that. It hurts like hell, but you can move. Unsure of walking after a fracture though.
JM
I was reading my Wifes Facebook page last night, and this video was posted by one of her friends.
The kid is a gentle giant, he is bigger than every other kid in his class, he has been bullied for years
and he just snapped, The friend stated the big kid is her sons best friend.
The big guy has been suspended from School over this, the kids who bullied him have now all been let
off scott free free. not sure of the Injuries to the kid who bounces off the floor, but as someone who was
bullied at school I would have been standing there cheering the big guy on.
If you go to Youtube, search for "Bully gets Dropped" as soon as one is taken down, someone else puts it back
up.
Quote from: the_Journeyman on March 14, 2011, 08:02:59 PM
You can walk after a knee dislocation. I've been there, done that. It hurts like hell, but you can move. Unsure of walking after a fracture though.
JM
I've skied on a broken leg before. Not very far or very vast. Only hurt when I tried to turn.
another current version.
Bully Gets Dropped !!! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8piBpCJinc#normal)
[inner gym coach]
You, stop being such a little asshole. Do you really not know how much you weigh? Ask your mom when you get home. Stop crying.
And you, stop trying to kill assholes. Yes, I know. They're not worth it. Lay off the xbox. Go out for football.
[/inner gym coach]
I hope neither kid is seriously hurt...
"What the make the beast with two backs is it with you and fixin' make the beast with two backsin' sandwiches?"
If you make the beast with two backs with someone, expect to get make the beast with two backs with the wrong person one day. Thats really the only thing behind it. Its like that dude who punched a women over parking spot. She was holding a spot for her bf (which is illegal) and when he parked, she flipped out and started punching the dude. He punched her in the face, she fell back and is now in coma. Who is wrong? who is right?
In the end most shit can be avoided if you just stop and thought about what if you make the beast with two backsed with the wrong person.
GUY BEATS UP TWO GUYS BECAUSE THEY ARE JACKASSES REMIX (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFDOmcV-pLw#normal)
In my highschool days it was the big kids that did the bullying...short scronny kids like me knew better. ...what did he think was going to happen?
Haha that school is like 5 minutes from my house.
Simple solution really. If my kid ever gets caught bullying someone else like that, they will spend every free moment for a couple of weeks serving the kid they are bullying. Carrying books, mowing the kids lawn, bringing him his lunch, taking out their trash, whatever the other parent is willing to allow. If my kid is hurt because they are being a bully, they will also have to pay off their own medical bills (within their ability). Just zero tolerance for being the bully.
Now if my kid is the one being bullied that snaps, I'm taking them out for a treat and then signing them up for tae kwon do.
All that being said, I did bully one kid in high school for a while. Later I ended up working with him for a few months and found out that he was an incredibly hard worker and very nice guy. I ended up apologizing profusely to him for being such a jerk after which he never held a grudge. I learned a lot from that experience and still feel pretty bad for bothering him.
heard about this clip on free beer and hotwings, alot different than i pictured.
Quote from: alfisti on March 14, 2011, 07:01:25 PM
Story goes the big kid gets bullied all the time for being the "fat kid"
Don't anger the gentle giant or he will f you up
I'm torn here. One part of me agrees with DP that it's not funny. The picked-on little kid in me says good on him for not taking any crap anymore (assuming the facts are correct)
I didn't say that the kid being bullied shouldn't fight back.
It just isn't 'funny'.
Quote from: DesmoLu on March 14, 2011, 09:31:19 PM
I can't see the video, but the subject matter brings back some bad memories...
To do a quick narration:
Group of kids is in courtyard area of the school, with cement or other hard flooring. When the video starts larger boy appears to be talking to two other students and the bully enters the frame. I'm presuming the one taking the video is a friend of the agressor.
The aggressor approaches the larger boy and puts his hand on his chest or grabs his collar (not clear front the angle) and says something I can't make out, then punches the larger boy in the face at 4 seconds in and the larger boy just takes it.
The smaller aggressor pushes himself away then attempts an overhand right which is deflected. The aggressors buddies egg him on "He's laughing at you."
The aggressor now starts to show boat a bit by doing some fancy footwork (my words) and striking at the body of the larger boy. The larger boy, to this point has not raised his hands, save to deflect the overhand right and defend the later body blows.
After a couple more strikes and a couple fakes from the aggressor, the larger boy goes on the offensive.
He covers the step or two between and manages to grab the other boy. The smaller aggressor tried to duck out of it, but as a result was caught with the bigger boys right arm over his shoulder and around his neck and the left arm around his mid section.
There's a brief jocky for position whit the smaller kid trying to sit out of the hold, but it just gives the larger boy a better position. From there, the larger boy hoists the smaller, feet over head, to bring his head about waist high and powers him to the ground.
At this point a taller boy, taller than the larger of the first two boys, presumably a buddy of the initial aggressor confronts the larger boy - can't make out what's said. The larger boy turns his back and walks off, the taller bot starts to follow and an older female student who had been in the background steps between them and says 'I think you need to back off'
All the time after the slam the aggressor is wobbling about on unsteady legs.
Quote from: DesmoLu on March 14, 2011, 09:31:19 PM
I can't see the video, but the subject matter brings back some bad memories...
When I was in 5th grade I had this incredibly annoying boy decided to make his life's goal stealing things from me every day in order for me to "chase" him or something. One day he took all my marbles and in struggling to get them back from him, the bag exploded ALL over the playground - marbles everywhere, no sign of repair. I'd worked hard for those marbles and we were poor and I didn't really have anything nice. So, I took what was left of the bag and smacked the little make the beast with two backser upside the back of the head as hard as I could. Now, I was THAT girl that shot up fast in an early growth spurt so I was a lot bigger than this boy, but what really did it in is that apparently some of the shooters had been broken and there were some glass shards sticking out. Kid went to the hospital for stitches.
No matter what I said in my defense, and even my mom spoke to the principal to defend my actions, I spent two weeks in detention while this kid got off free after months of stealing from me. Their response? "You should have told your teacher he was stealing from you." A great lesson in justice.
Its hard to tell if your last sentence is sarcasm. Do you think their response was wrong or were your actions justifiable?
The kid in the video had every right to slam that other kid. The bully walked up to him and punched him square in the face. Very rarely do actions require a violent reaction. I believe that this was probably one of them and even then... who knows, maybe the punk kid will come back and stab the big kid for breaking his leg or embarrassing him?
Quote from: He Man on March 14, 2011, 11:07:37 PM
If you make the beast with two backs with someone, expect to get make the beast with two backs with the wrong person one day. Thats really the only thing behind it. Its like that dude who punched a women over parking spot. She was holding a spot for her bf (which is illegal) and when he parked, she flipped out and started punching the dude. He punched her in the face, she fell back and is now in coma. Who is wrong? who is right?
In the end most shit can be avoided if you just stop and thought about what if you make the beast with two backsed with the wrong person.
^^^This
Quote from: Vindingo on March 15, 2011, 06:08:52 AM
The kid in the video had every right to slam that other kid. The bully walked up to him and punched him square in the face. Very rarely do actions require a violent reaction. I believe that this was probably one of them and even then... who knows, maybe the punk kid will come back and stab the big kid for breaking his leg or embarrassing him?
I was the proverbial 83lbs weakling in middle school. My family was also flat broke, so I took a lot of shit. I put up with escalating bullying for about a year and a half… tossing little spitballs into my hair all class long, making fun of the way I spoke Spanish (c'mon, I'm a white kid in seventh grade… how good is my accent supposed to be?), pushing me in the halls, knocking my bookbag down the stairs, tripping me, you name it. The main bully convinced a bunch of his friends that a cool game to play consisted of running up behind me and smacking the back of my head. When that didn't work, they started punching me in the back of the head for kicks. I was physically assaulted, sometimes multiple times per day, on a daily basis. Sometimes it was right in front of the teachers. This went on all through 6th grade, and started right back up when I came back after summer for 7th grade.
The teachers were basically powerless to stop the main kid because his family was all kinds of ghetto and didn't give a crap about his education. Detention didn't mean shit to him, suspension didn't mean shit to him. Our school district couldn't expel kids like this because they had a real violent crime problem (drugs and gangs), and had to save the few expulsions that they could actually use each year on the future convicts. I was doing the right thing â€" turning the other cheek, making sure the teachers and admin knew what was going on, not retaliating… and I got shit on for about five months straight. I guess my family could have yanked me out of school, but like I said â€" we were broke. No private school in my future, and we weren't going anywhere.
So the first day back to school after 7th grade Christmas break I walked into Spanish class and broke a chair over the bully's head. He dropped, and I picked up another chair and kept swinging until two teachers pulled me off of him. No retribution from his punk-ass crew, and no more bullying from that point on… I was suddenly the crazy heavy-metal white kid that worshiped the devil and would bite the head off a bat. Which, really, was just fine with me, as long as it got me left the hell alone.
My self-confidence was crap up to that point. I had no friends, didn't join activities, hid from people at lunch, didn't make eye contact when spoken too… basically, went to school because I had to, then slunk home and hid in my room. Not to get all “after-school special,†but I was the classic dangerous loner kid profile… playing with Dad's guns in the basement, sneaking booze... I wasn't gonna turn out so good. After that, I came out of my shell and joined teams, choir, drama club, went to the movies with girls, had a part-time job… normal 8th grade kid stuff. Mr. Bully gave me a wide berth through High School, but he wasn't really around… he got mixed up in petty crime and was in and out of juvenile detention. He finished his GED in night school after finishing out his sentence. The last time I saw him was when I went home a few years ago â€" he wound up a parking lot attendant.
So, good for the husky kid. Sometimes enough is enough.
http://www.break.com/fights/chubby-kid-snaps-and-slams-bully-2023531 (http://www.break.com/fights/chubby-kid-snaps-and-slams-bully-2023531)
well since we really don't have the facts its just a high school fight.
but IF and this is a big IF: if the big guy was getting bullied and then punched by some other kid, i don't see how you can punish a kid for defending himself that is bogus. Sends the completely wrong message to everyone in society. It says "go ahead and get your ass handed to you and do nothing because that is the right thing to do".
I call BS on that. Real life does not work that way, real life says if you F%ck with someone they are going to give it back to you, so don't F*ck with someone unless you are ready and willing to get your ass wupped.
If that was a real bullying situation and the kid started that fight, the big kid should have been glorified in HS as a model of what to do when someone starts a physical fight with you, you fight for your life because nobody else is going to do it for you.
And it was funny seeing the kid beat the crap out of a bully to him. With any luck the bully learned his lesson not to F8ck with anyone because its not nice and you might get your ass handed to you.
Quote from: ducpainter on March 14, 2011, 05:12:53 PM
Just for the record...
it isn't funny.
Agreed. [coffee]
Works..
bully gets dropped (http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtube_gdata_player&v=N3rKnZDaSjQ#normal)
Quote from: kopfjäger on March 14, 2011, 11:51:19 PM
GUY BEATS UP TWO GUYS BECAUSE THEY ARE JACKASSES REMIX (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFDOmcV-pLw#normal)
something about that video warms my heart
i guess vlad's boxing classes paid off.
I am glad there were not a lot of cameras when I was in school...
mitt
Quote from: Vindingo on March 15, 2011, 06:08:52 AM
Its hard to tell if your last sentence is sarcasm.
Clearly I have failed at life :(
Quote from: mitt on March 15, 2011, 11:19:51 AM
I am glad there were not a lot of cameras when I was in school...
+1! [thumbsup]
Kid is quickly becoming legendary across the internet:
(http://www.caseyheynes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Casey-walks-into-mordor-300x240.jpg)
(http://www.caseyheynes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/noid-casey221232.jpg)
http://hypervocal.com/vids/2011/new-it-gets-better-teaser-little-aussie-bully-gets-owned/ (http://hypervocal.com/vids/2011/new-it-gets-better-teaser-little-aussie-bully-gets-owned/)
News article and streetfighter video overlay....Casey is a celebrity.
Jeez. It's terrible for both kids. The bully for being such a prick at that age, and the gentle giant for having to go that far. It's possible he'll feel guilt soon enough, even if he did the right thing by taking a stand. Unlike this vide where some skinhead make the beast with two backss around with an ex marine or something: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEijPpxKySk
I stand with Casey Heynes. [thumbsup]
Agreed, we don't want kids to go all vigilante and shit, but you have to stand up for what's right. The big kid didn't immediately snap, he took some abuse first. Good on him for sticking up for himself. Bad on the school for punishing him for doing it. I would like to slap around one of the school administrators, and see how long they take it before they retaliate.
In truth, I really think that this serves as a proper example for the reason why children fare so dysfunctional today. When I was a child and in school, there was an enormous wooden paddle that hung in the Principal's office that was feared by everyone. The principal himself was a 6 foot something Mr. Clean (though nice as could be), all the students in the school behaved themselves.
Today, children become internet heroes for deplorable reasons. Not only do videos like these send the wrong message to other children, it also gives the wrong supportive guidance to the child who defended himself. Both boys were wrong - granted the one was defending himself, but his actions were far from deserving praise.
This sort of behavior is only exacerbated and reinforced as a "good thing" by both children and adults alike circulating these vids and helping give these children unwarranted attention.
I remember as a kid being told, "if someone hits you, hit them back"....
Quote from: Monster Dave on March 15, 2011, 03:20:14 PM
Both boys were wrong - granted the one was defending himself, but his actions were far from deserving praise.
Wow.
That just blows my make the beast with two backsing mind.
Quote from: Speedbag on March 15, 2011, 03:33:42 PM
I remember as a kid being told, "if someone hits you, hit them back"....
+1
I also remember watching quite a few fights in HS. ;) I didn't see the video...but this doesn't sound like anything new.
Quote from: Triple J on March 15, 2011, 04:23:20 PM
+1
I also remember watching quite a few fights in HS. ;) I didn't see the video...but this doesn't sound like anything new.
It's pretty brutal.
The link below should be good to go. That one won't get taken down.
Quote from: bobspapa on March 15, 2011, 07:30:32 AM
http://www.break.com/fights/chubby-kid-snaps-and-slams-bully-2023531 (http://www.break.com/fights/chubby-kid-snaps-and-slams-bully-2023531)
Just watched it...
...that kid got what he deserved. He's lucky the big kid didn't continue the smack down. Also nothing worse than what I saw in HS.
From what I've heard, the parents of the little prick that got slammed are going to file a civil suit against Casey, aka George "The Animal" Steele.
>:(
Quote from: Stinky Wizzleteats on March 15, 2011, 07:11:30 PM
From what I've heard, the parents of the little prick that got slammed are going to file a civil suit against Casey, aka George "The Animal" Steele.
>:(
Someone should save a copy of the vid to show the judge.
Indeed
Quote from: Stinky Wizzleteats on March 15, 2011, 07:11:30 PM
From what I've heard, the parents of the little prick that got slammed are going to file a civil suit against Casey, aka George "The Animal" Steele.
>:(
[thumbsdown]
Quote from: Stinky Wizzleteats on March 15, 2011, 07:11:30 PM
From what I've heard, the parents of the little prick that got slammed are going to file a civil suit against Casey, aka George "The Animal" Steele.
>:(
They won't get anywhere.
Quote from: hbliam on March 15, 2011, 07:45:49 PM
They won't get anywhere.
No doubt, probably lose money from doing it. It's just the make the beast with two backsed up mentality from some people that gets my hackles up. [bang]
Good on the big kid. [thumbsup] No one should have to put up with that shit.
I'll throw in my bullying experience:
5-7th grades I was bullied a bit. Short + quiet + poor = bully magnate. I was usually able to out smart my out of any real ass kickings, but I got in a lot of fights. Then I discovered a trick the beginning of my 8th grade year, quite by accident. Some kid did something stupid in the lunch room, wiped some food on me or something. A fight ensued (I never ever threw the first punch). we scuffled a bit and I managed to get him in a head lock. I figured I hold him there until a teachers arrived to break it up. But they weren't coming for some reason. So eventually I just raised my knee and caught the kid square in the nose. Still no teachers. So I did it again. And again. And again. And again. until the make the beast with two backsing teachers showed up. By that time the kid had just about gone limp and his nose was broken and bleeding all over the make the beast with two backsing place.
But voila, no more bullying the rest of 8th grade. That was nice.
So 9th grade rolls around and there is a new class, new school and new bullies. But with this new found knowledge I made up mind to start throwing the first punch. See bullies will take the path of least resistance. Offer resistance and they will find someone else to pick on eventually. Take my hair gel in the locker room? I don't give a make the beast with two backs I'm in my skivvies, I'll grab your hair and punch you in the eyeball until we are pried apart. Dump my books? One of us is going to end up bloody. And since I knew it was coming it usually wasn't me. A few weeks of that in the beginning of the year and the rest was smooth sailing. So the only hard part about high school was hiding the fat lips and black eyes from my mother for the first couple of weeks.
If I ever find out that one of my nieces or nephews is being bullied they will be put in front of a heavy bag and taught to keep their hands up, their chin down and to throw an overhand right like they mean it. Violence has its place in the world.
sac
Damn sac. same basic story here exc it was my "funny" surname and being the only Jewish kid in school.
Quote from: Sắc Dục on March 15, 2011, 09:08:56 PM
Violence has its place in the world.
[thumbsup]
As I always said, those who say that an eye for an eye only makes the world go blind are already make the beast with two backsing blind.
My entire childhood was violent...violent at home and violent everywhere else
because we moved every 6 or 9 months
we were hazed into one crappy Lord of the Flies juvenile social system after another
I was a quiet kid who just wanted to read all the time to escape and write stories and poems
Here's a firsthand account of snap violence if you have nothing better to do
Funny how it all begins to get strange when you start cutting deals with the Devil, you usually get what you bargained for, but you sometimes just plain wind up losing what you probably needed most. Anyway that seems to be the consensus opinion among mankind, has been for centuries.
I learned early on that God didn't cut any deals worth a shit or even half-a-listen. I spent a lot of time as a timid and scared shitless little boy, "a lot" being every moment. I tried praying to some Catholic "Zeus" version of a god for a lot of things, mostly for safety and a sense of being ok.
Well that damn god evidently didn't have any ears, or least ways any ears that could hear the pitch and octave of my personal brand of desperation.
Those damn prayers of mine bounced off the side of that worthless bastard's head, slid off his shoulders and fell back down to Earth and boy they came crashing down on top of my head or came flying in like a slap across the face. And did I ever know what a backhand felt like. So it only made sense that since I sucked-ass as far as any parent was concerned it only stood to reason that god would feel pretty much the same way about me.
I ate a lot as a kid, got chubby and was about as socially awkward as a person could fear to be. I had trouble with eye-contact, I had a tongue-thrust that gave me the hint of a lisp on the letter "s"….kind of a Sylvester the Cat sputter…might have been cute on any other kid but I was so all around wrong looking it just seemed to confirm how broken I was. There wasn't much else that was unique about me, I had brown eyes and hair and a typical round pasty Mick face.
The most I got in the way of positive attention as a little kid came from my grandmother; my mother's mother wanted a granddaughter really bad. So when I was dumped at her place on weekends when we were Stateside she would sit me in front of the mirror on her vanity and paint me up like a 5 dollar Crack whore and finish me off with a mink stole and a pair of her clip-on earrings. She would howl with laughter and delight at this and I would play along glad that someone was amused by my presence. The only other attention I got was from wet-brained Grandpa….wasn't really positive attention he just wanted to grope anything that would stay still enough for him to get his paws on…my brothers and I learned early how to run and hide when we were left alone in his care as kids.
On the other hand we had Dad…now dad was convinced that he couldn't take any chances and he was going to beat and hammer me into a "man" with his bare hands and fists. I will say this…he did toughen me up good for the kind of life I was going to lead. Sometimes I wonder how I might have turned out if I was just left alone; if my genetic destiny was allowed to run its course…fool's errand to ponder that too much.
So there it is…the serial killer's sort of childhood. I read the story about Ted Bundy's upbringing and was disgusted that he "went sociopath" on such a weak foundation, pussy…he never would have survived my childhood tour.
But I had some inklings of who I thought I might have been, seemed in High School all the nerds and geeks regarded me as someone remotely related to them. I was quiet, and scary; not in the old greaser/hoodlum tough guy sort of way. It was a different kind of scary, unsettling to people. I was an outsider and no one knew much about me. But I loved books and poetry, I loved to draw…I liked talking to the geeks because they were smart and had good minds. To this day my career is protected by geeks at our Corporate Laboratories, they are scientists and award winning inventors of unreal technology advances and gadgets. There is still some intangible link…I am out in the field dealing with clients and misanthropic sales people..they are in their caves inventing things. I call on them once in a while to cook up things for our clients and they trip over themselves to help me.
By age 13 I shot up like a beanpole and became a lanky gangly sort….now with orthodontia braces on my teeth….perfect…I hit puberty and get tinfoil teeth…my prospects for any chance to get a girlfriend went out the window in the dentist's office while I sat in his chair.
A few kids in school tried to probe me for weakness because I was odd and didn't belong to any clique. I mean I dressed normally and could move through a crowd without the proverbial "kick me" invisible sign on my back but I had no "crew" of friends that would identify me as a "type". The few times I was singled out by the curious bully or two they were met with terrifying results. I didn't scrap and fight; I tried to kill if I was cornered and had no way of backing out of a confrontation.
Pretty soon my peers sensed this. Folks understood I was dangerous at some instinctive level so everyone pretty much steered clear of me. And indeed I had all the rage I needed to be able to finish someone off. I learned this early on…it scared the shit out of me and it also made me smile. It wasn't the kind of "bad boy" act that attracted the adventurous girls, they knew enough to stay clear of the dangerously disturbed types and I must have sent that warning signal out like a make the beast with two backsing lighthouse beacon.
There was one fellow in high school who used to ride me relentlessly, Tony yes I remember the name 44 years later. One drunken night he found me lurking at the local kids hang-out; Bond's Ice Cream Parlor in Upper Montclair…I was at the quiet end of the store front…too afraid to socialize with anyone at the other end but sort of hoping that if I was in proximity someone might call me over and give me a chance to be part of their crew…not a chance
Tony in his drunkenness must have seen me alone at the other end of the building…he swaggered over to me and started in again….dancing around me waving his fists like he was going to hit me….this night he crossed the line and punched me in the face…it was over for him….
I knee'd him so hard in the balls he looked like a make the beast with two backsing chipmunk…at first I thought I kicked his nuts all the way into his mouth but then he vomited on my leg while doubled over….so I knee'd him again in the face….blood now…vomit and blood…I was making progress…
I really didn't quite know what to do next so while he was still doubled up I wrapped my arms around him and threw him in front of a car coming down Valley Road…the car missed him by an inch by swerving into the on-coming lane, but Tony was still on the ground in the middle of the road a bit terrified
I went out into the street and started kicking Tony's head…and his mouth…his make the beast with two backsing noisy dumb-ass macho make the beast with two backsing jock mouth…. the one that teased and tormented me all year; the mouth whose words bounced off the back of my neck as I walked away from one confrontation after another with him….humiliated….
Tony's eyes became magical…the terror brightened them as his adrenaline sobered him up…..I was kicking field goals into his face and body…then his eyes sort of froze over…he pissed himself…at first I didn't understand the big dark spot in his pants..then I realized that I was literally "kicking the piss out of him"…he was going into shock…there is a reality associated with that old expression
His friends who witnessed all of this just stood and watched…they did not come to his aid…they were frozen, transfixed……..they knew they watching a murder take place…and indeed it was a murder in progress as I had no intention of stopping until he was dead. I have alluded to various family members in other writing….I come from a long line of killers….bare-hand killers, psycho-killers…not shoot-with-a-gun killers although we have a few of those…but people who can eyeball you up close while they make you die.
The proverbial family "evil gene" had finally flowered in me that night…I became true to my heritage…a heritage that was never mentioned or spoken of-ever. It was many years before I found out what my family history was about; before I understood that on that night I was being true to my g-grandfather who was shot dead while trying to kill a man in a saloon with a pick-axe in 1891, true to my wet-brained grandfather who beat a man (he caught with his first wife) to death with his bare fists in 1915, true to my g-g-grandfather who is said to have shot dead out of sheer spite the two teenage sons of a guy that put a bullet in g-g-grandpa's face but somehow failed to kill him back in 1870-something.
Yup we sure have a good track record when it comes to conflict resolution in my family..its all about finality so to speak.
I was lucky that night, standing with Tony's friends were two cops stationed at Bond's to break up adolescent scuffles and drive home drunk kids to their parents….they too were watching me kill someone for a few moments before they snapped out of it and came tearing over to restrain me…it took both of them and I was able to break loose still and get one more work boot punt into Tony's moaning face.
The cops were clearly upset at what they had witnessed and were even more upset that I was smiling as I looked at the puddle of puke, piss, blood and bruised flesh in the middle of the road….I still wanted to kill Tony…I felt at some level that his breathing was an insult to my good efforts, I was enraged that the police interrupted my project, my artwork, my creation…my unfinished symphony of murderous rage.
Normally the Montclair police would break up scraps between kids and send them on their way home…tonight they called for a squad car to take 16 year-old Gerry down to the station house. I had crossed the line and had shook one of the cops up pretty good. He understood that I was fully capable as a killer and would have murdered Tony if they hadn't been there. He said he wanted me charged and booked for attempted murder or manslaughter or some such jabber.
Down at the station house he ranted and raved that I was a psycho, I was dangerous and a menace and should be locked up before someone gets killed etc etc etc. Montclair was a wealthy little town, the police were well compensated by the community and spent more time baby-sitting the town's excesses than they did prosecuting the law.
They called my father to come down to the station house for his son. Dad showed up in his Banker suit having come home late from Wall Street. He knew that the widows and orphan fund was always lacking in funds and talked to the captain and they worked things out. I think a spot fine for having a disorderly son. One of the arresting officers still wouldn't drop it….he really wanted to take me out of the normal process and have me charged…he still couldn't shake off the fact that he stopped a killing and the would-be killer was getting a walk away. Finally the captain pulled him to another room and explained to the cop what he was doing to his career…the guy finally shut up.
That night my father didn't say a word to me on the way home…no brow-beating, none of the usual abusive crap about my overall substandard way of being, why was I such a failure etc etc. I was amazed and dumb-founded at what was going on, or actually NOT going on.
My Dad was behind the wheel crying, softly; he didn't hit me or even try….
He never hit me again, he stopped verbally beating me down and our relationship became silent.
In looking back maybe up until that night he was trying to beat under, or out of me what he knew of our family….perhaps he saw in my eyes the same thing he saw in the photos of his parents, grandparents and g-grandparents and it scared him,
maybe for the first time he realized he created the very monster he feared...
Or maybe on that sorry night he realized that he was beaten, hopelessly defeated and out-numbered by our ancestors
I used to get Bullied a little bit, I never really tried to fit in with any particular groups/cliques, I just wandered
along my own path in life, and of course if your a little bit different, you got Bullied.
I solved my Bully problem quite easily in School, if someone attacked/slapped/punched me, I would simply
go psycho, I would kick/punch/slap/bite, whatever I had to do to win a fight, I would rip out chunks of Hair
spit in there face, knee em in the Nuts, whatever it took. I became known as the Psycho dirty fighter that
had a win at all cost attitude. Every new School year, there was always some new Kid with a Bully mentality.
So after a while of being picked on, I would lose it, and a suspension was often coming my way very
quickly.
I got suspended 3 times in the 1st Semester of year 10 because I left people bloodied and unconscious on
more than one occasion, but I got left alone for the rest of the year.
I thought it was great to see the big guy drop this little Punk, and he did the right thing he walked away,
me, I probably would have kept laying into the little prick. but thankfully we didn't have Mobile phone Cameras
when I was at School!
Quote from: Stinky Wizzleteats on March 15, 2011, 07:56:59 PM
No doubt, probably lose money from doing it. It's just the make the beast with two backsed up mentality from some people that gets my hackles up. [bang]
It could be worse... :)
minor threadjack:
I have a SWAT team friend. Long story short...bad guy shoots moto cop in face on traffic stop, moto cop chases bad guy on foot, bad guy runs in random house taking dad and two young daughters hostage, SWAT comes, my friend is first in door, he gets shot as do three other SWAT guys, bad guy runs into adjacent room dragging one girl with him, SWAT friend does some quick estimating and fires his shotgun through wall hitting bad guy, SWAT friend then runs around corner, shotgun malfunctions, bad guy still shooting, SWAT friend goes to handgun and takes out bad guy, saves girls and Dad.
Dad later sues my friend for endangering his families life.
Back to bully boy. He got what he needed. He likely will knock that crap off.
Quote from: hbliam on March 16, 2011, 12:49:28 AM
It could be worse... :)
minor threadjack:
I have a SWAT team friend. Long story short...bad guy shoots moto cop in face on traffic stop, moto cop chases bad guy on foot, bad guy runs in random house taking dad and two young daughters hostage, SWAT comes, my friend is first in door, he gets shot as do three other SWAT guys, bad guy runs into adjacent room dragging one girl with him, SWAT friend does some quick estimating and fires his shotgun through wall hitting bad guy, SWAT friend then runs around corner, shotgun malfunctions, bad guy still shooting, SWAT friend goes to handgun and takes out bad guy, saves girls and Dad.
Dad later sues my friend for endangering his families life.
Back to bully boy. He got what he needed. He likely will knock that crap off.
Completely unreltable, but who would expect different from you. [roll]
Quote from: kopfjäger on March 16, 2011, 01:14:52 AM
Completely unreltable, but who would expect different from you. [roll]
What? I'm not sure what unreltable means. Coupled with the extremely rude PM you sent I guessing it's not something nice. Oh well...
That little punk had a body slam coming. Hopefully he'll think twice before picking on somebody else.
I feel sorry for the big kid. I've snapped a couple of times in my life, and both times were when someone I loved was being bullied. Hopefully he won't catch too much shit over this and he will catch a break from the bullies. I am not advocating violence, but if stuff like this happened more often (like when I was a kid), I don't think we'd have as much gun violence/Columbine type scenarios. Pop the kid in the eye and you move on, instead of simmering about the bullying for years while fantasizing about killing them all.
Oh, and Rat, you really should write a book.
+1
Call it Rat Tales
Id buy it [thumbsup]
damn ratt..that was some damn fine writing there! brought me back to my childhood a bit. now i gotta go hide under my covers!