I want to Cunt “bullying”.
I’m constantly reading about “celebrities” who claimed to have been bullied at school. Yet when you read it, what the bullying amounted to was a bit of name-calling . Leaving aside the fact that they probably deserved it,what they describe is nothing more than teasing. It’s a part of growing up. However much people may dislike it, the world is not a nice place,and children need to learn how to deal with people who are “Cunts”…we Cunts exist in every walk of life and age is no barrier to our Cuntishness. Children need to learn that running to teacher isn’t going to be an option when they leave school and have to work and interact with people who don’t consider every bit of mickey-taking as “bullying”.
I,myself, was accused of “bullying” a lad who came to help on a forestry job that we were doing. Apparently telling him that he was a lazy bastard who seemed to think that he was too grand (thanks to his 1 year college qualification) to get on with the shitty parts of the job,leaving the clearing up to lads who’d forgotten more than he’d ever know….I’ll admit that I probably did say slightly more than that,but it needed saying. I’d have had more respect for him if he’d stood his ground,but he just went quiet,and I swear that his eyes started to water. All I got was a text from him that night saying that due to my “bullying” he wouldn’t be back the next day. Leaving aside the fact that I was going to finish the Cunt at the end of the week anyhow,how pathetic to just send a text…still at least I won’t have to pay him for the few days that he did. Apparently his father is coming to pick his gear up and collect his pay…his father is in for a nasty shock,I certainly won’t be paying and I chucked his gear out of the transit at my road end after getting the text….hopefully the binmen took it away.
I think that this “Run, Hide and Tell” shit is a symptom of the the general softness that seems so prevalent in the young today. When I was young there wasn’t a weekend village disco that didn’t end up in a punch-up….not knives or shit like that,but just a good punch-up that settled scores fuellled by a bellyfull of drink…noone ever got badly hurt,and nobody bore grudges,but people stood up for themselves….never happens now. Indeed,the last proper punch-up happened at a wake where some of us disgraced ourselves leading to a phone-call to the police concerning “a group of foul-mouthed old men in suits fighting on the village green” according to the copper who turned up the next day asking questions at the local pub.
“Bullying” has become an overused word and actually trivialises real bullying.
Nominated by Dick Fiddler