Bullies are everywhere these days. Boog could go the simple route and tell the teacher and principal but I think he should tell his mom and get her to make special cupcakes just for the bullies – she can replace sugar with salt or add a laxative that’ll teach em.
Having had my share of being bullied or “teased” as a boy, I found out some things. If you tell, you become a “tattle tale.” Life gets more miserable. If you hit the bully on school grounds, you get in trouble for being “aggressive.” The bully becomes the victim by saying, "I was just “teasing” or “kidding.” In those days, teachers thought teasing was OK, and the teasee should just tease back. Usually, however, afte the bully was hit hard enough, the teasing stopped. Sometimes it took a couple of good knocks to get the message across. Talking, as more modern “thinkers” suggest does no good unless it’s, “Next time you do that I’m going to destroy you.” Of course, next time it happens, destruction must occur.
I remember reading a newspaper article once that said the only way to really get rid of a bully is for the victim to beat the cr@p out of them. Unfortunately most bullies run in packs and are larger than the victim.
Complaining to school staff does little or no good. These teachers and staff are already overworked and underpaid. Booger needs some lessons in self-defense.
Years ago, my sons were a bit smaller than the other boys – and seemed to always be on the receiving end of bullying. That was back in the days when our school district was experimenting with “year round school.” It just so happened that my boys were moved from one school to another in the middle of their “rotation.” This meant that they had three months off at the end of the term for one school – and another three months off at the beginning of the term in the next school. So they ended up with six months off. I was working full time and I figured that it would cost a bundle for day care (they were 12 and 14 at the time – too young to be home alone, too young to have jobs – but too old to really appreciate a baby sitter. And also too old for most day care centers to be interested in taking them into their programs.) So my folks decided that the boys should spend that six months, down on the farm, with them. Once the boys arrived on the farm, my Dad rousted them out of bed every morning at 4 A.M. to begin helping him with the chores. He taught them how to drive tractors and trucks (in the field – not on any roads1) – How to shovel wheat and dig post holes. At the end of their six months down on the farm with their grandfather putting through the paces every day from dawn to dusk, they had both shot up to about six feet tall and were sporting serious muscles! When their next school term started, they were all lined up to begin registering for the new school term, when the bullies who had been bothering them during the previous term, all ran around the corner, looking for them. The difference was that the bullies were still all in the neighborhood of five feet tall and had NOT been developing any muscles during the past six months. They looked up at the boys, said “Gulp!” and went slinking off to another room. The boys said: “Good Grief! Those guys are still little kids!” To this day, they still have a good laugh when they remember the wiped out expression on the faces of the bullies when the bullies rounded that corner and discovered that their former victims had shot up to six feet tall – and were sporting serious muscles!
I guess I haven’t read Gasoline Alley in a while; I thought that was Rover. lolAs far as bullying goes, I was a victim for the longest time, stood up to the guy, and gave him a shiner when I did! And even after that, he was still after me. I learned that for me, bullying ended when I got to college. Since folks are paying to be there, they’re a little more accepting of people; with bigger concerns than who they’re gonna stomp on.
QuietStorm27 over 11 years ago
Bullies are everywhere these days. Boog could go the simple route and tell the teacher and principal but I think he should tell his mom and get her to make special cupcakes just for the bullies – she can replace sugar with salt or add a laxative that’ll teach em.
flagfly over 11 years ago
I agree with Shygirl…
battle of plattsburgh over 11 years ago
Looks like the “Pep Boys” again.
Max Starman Jones over 11 years ago
These guys are one reason I like “A Christmas Story” so much. When Ralphie beats up the bully, I back it up and watch it again.
elgancho38 over 11 years ago
Having had my share of being bullied or “teased” as a boy, I found out some things. If you tell, you become a “tattle tale.” Life gets more miserable. If you hit the bully on school grounds, you get in trouble for being “aggressive.” The bully becomes the victim by saying, "I was just “teasing” or “kidding.” In those days, teachers thought teasing was OK, and the teasee should just tease back. Usually, however, afte the bully was hit hard enough, the teasing stopped. Sometimes it took a couple of good knocks to get the message across. Talking, as more modern “thinkers” suggest does no good unless it’s, “Next time you do that I’m going to destroy you.” Of course, next time it happens, destruction must occur.
coldsooner over 11 years ago
What’s really sad is, they never grow up. They become managers, bosses, and school principals.
ewalnut over 11 years ago
I remember reading a newspaper article once that said the only way to really get rid of a bully is for the victim to beat the cr@p out of them. Unfortunately most bullies run in packs and are larger than the victim.
JanLC over 11 years ago
I remember the day Boog was born. I said then that his name would be turned into Booger.
hsawlrae over 11 years ago
I, too, was that bullied kid. A few lessons in martial arts would have been most welcomed.
tahini over 11 years ago
Complaining to school staff does little or no good. These teachers and staff are already overworked and underpaid. Booger needs some lessons in self-defense.
EstrelitaH over 11 years ago
Years ago, my sons were a bit smaller than the other boys – and seemed to always be on the receiving end of bullying. That was back in the days when our school district was experimenting with “year round school.” It just so happened that my boys were moved from one school to another in the middle of their “rotation.” This meant that they had three months off at the end of the term for one school – and another three months off at the beginning of the term in the next school. So they ended up with six months off. I was working full time and I figured that it would cost a bundle for day care (they were 12 and 14 at the time – too young to be home alone, too young to have jobs – but too old to really appreciate a baby sitter. And also too old for most day care centers to be interested in taking them into their programs.) So my folks decided that the boys should spend that six months, down on the farm, with them. Once the boys arrived on the farm, my Dad rousted them out of bed every morning at 4 A.M. to begin helping him with the chores. He taught them how to drive tractors and trucks (in the field – not on any roads1) – How to shovel wheat and dig post holes. At the end of their six months down on the farm with their grandfather putting through the paces every day from dawn to dusk, they had both shot up to about six feet tall and were sporting serious muscles! When their next school term started, they were all lined up to begin registering for the new school term, when the bullies who had been bothering them during the previous term, all ran around the corner, looking for them. The difference was that the bullies were still all in the neighborhood of five feet tall and had NOT been developing any muscles during the past six months. They looked up at the boys, said “Gulp!” and went slinking off to another room. The boys said: “Good Grief! Those guys are still little kids!” To this day, they still have a good laugh when they remember the wiped out expression on the faces of the bullies when the bullies rounded that corner and discovered that their former victims had shot up to six feet tall – and were sporting serious muscles!
Monk_Mayfair over 11 years ago
I guess I haven’t read Gasoline Alley in a while; I thought that was Rover. lolAs far as bullying goes, I was a victim for the longest time, stood up to the guy, and gave him a shiner when I did! And even after that, he was still after me. I learned that for me, bullying ended when I got to college. Since folks are paying to be there, they’re a little more accepting of people; with bigger concerns than who they’re gonna stomp on.