Day 303: Frickin' Bullies

I’m sick of reading about bullies. Every day it seems, I pop open my Web browser and proceed to read about another kid who has committed suicide because a bunch of morons just wouldn’t leave her alone. Every day it seems there’s some video that’s gone viral of a bunch of kids beating down another kid for no apparent good reason (as if there’s even such a thing). Every day there's a story about another kid just trying to get by who wasn't able. Trying to just keep his head low as to not draw attention but failed, but through no fault of his own. 

I hate frickin' bullies. 

Sweet Jesus, human beings are an insecure, ego-maniacal, hostile group of creatures. 

Don’t feel so good about thyself? Just beat up another. 

Not doing too well in school and life doesn’t hold too many positive prospects for you? Live it up now by kicking the ass of some kid that’s going to be your supervisor a decade from now. 

Mom, dad, and the rest of society put you up on a pedestal because you bounce a ball really well or your muscles are over developed compared to Joe Blow sitting in the stands? Let it go to your head and tout your inflated sense of worth every chance you get by pushing around anyone who can’t push back.

Frick, I'm sick of bullies. 

Sick of thugs. 

Sick of violence-prone morons who can’t stand alone so they find a pack of other morons to stand with them. 

I'm sick of people who can't on their own merits. 

Sick of overcompensaters. 

Sick of sheep who follow narrow-minded dummies and carry out their stupidity for them.

Sick of the cattiness. Sick of idiots obsessed with status instead of substance.  

You’d think after all the years that humans have walked the planet, we would have worked out a way to deal with bullies by now that is effective, quick, and final. No messing around. No prolonged, drawn-out back and forth. No going through all the proper channels. No taking the problem to the proper authorities. No attempts to reason. That stuff doesn't work. You'd think we'd have learned to just nip the damn problem in the bud from the get-go. But that really isn’t the case, is it?

It seems like most humans are more apt to say, “Well, there have always been bullies, there will always be bullies. You just have to stick in there, kid. Things will change. Things will get better.” Ugh.

Maybe it’s the would-be vigilante in me or that the hostility is just flowing at a pretty high level in me today, but there’s a big part of me that just wants to take the “law” into my own hands and stamp the moronic, dimwits out one by one until they get the picture that the b*llshit won’t be tolerated any longer.

I’m half-serious when I say that we should collectively track down bullies, have a heart-to-heart about what’s about to happen if the crap doesn’t end immediately, and then follow on through with the threat if the moron carries on anyway.

But guess would happen? The bullies smashers would become the new bullies on the block. It's inevitable. I don’t trust that humans can act out in good faith for extended periods of time without it eventually ending badly. We’re too susceptible to ego-stroking and power to keep our eyes on the prize. 

But damn it, I’m sick of bullies and their pointless, misguided, dumbass tendencies. This may not be positive thinking, but I hate bullies and I'm looking forward to the day when the meek really do inherit the earth. I can't help but believe it will be a kinder, gentler place.