Bullied to death

The Story

Another teenager is dead due to suicide, because she was tormented at the hands of her peers. What I want to know is how long this is going to go on before someone does something about it?

I don't give a rat's ass what a person's reasons for harassing someone else are. If they do so, they're scum. I don't care if your religious beliefs/political beliefs/the flying pink monkey that controls your thoughts/or your parents say you're to be intolerant of someone else- you just don't do it. I can't exactly ask if your momma taught you right or not, since mine obviously didn't. But you know what? I learned from a young age that harassing someone just because they are different is unacceptable. My great-grandmother would have hit me upside the head with a broom if she ever heard that I bullied someone.

I personally was never a victim of bullying. Well, technically that's not true, but I got suspended from middle school for a week after I beat the girl who tried up. Most people knew not to mess with me after that, since I'd Hulk out.

How many more people are going to end their own lives before we as a society do something? If we impose strict penalties on people who are vile enough to torment another human being, then it might stop. If we make people afraid that they'll be living with Big Bubba in prison for the rest of their lives, then they will stop. If we make people pay million-dollar fines if they get caught, then they will stop. If someone dies as a result of bullying, give the bully the same penalties you would give any other murderer. That will stop it right quick!

Maybe it's too much to ask. After all, "kids will be kids," the teachers say. Well, I say that we're killing the next generation by allowing this to continue. And if this is how the next generation behaves, then I don't want to live long enough to be in a nursing home under their care.

Our New Helper

R's daughter's elementary school is on break this week, and since Mrs. R works for the postal service, she can't look after her, so R's brought her to work the past few days. She's hilarious, and really very helpful. She likes to see inside of the computers, so we all let her have a look when we're installing new hardware. G even let her install updates on someone's PC, which she found absolutely awesome.

Surprisingly she's very well behaved. She will watch us work for a while, and if she gets bored she'll go watch her Danny Phantom DVDs in the break-room. G was apprehensive about the whole situation at first, because kids can be rather unruly, but this one is very well-behaved, even if she did eat all my salsa. Even that was rather impressive- I eat only the spiciest salsa there is, and none of my coworkers can handle it, but R's daughter ate it like it was made of chocolate. Now I have to go buy more, since someone else will eat it now!

Mad as Hell

I went to Wal-Mart this afternoon, expecting to go buy some contact solution, pick up a new eyeliner, and get some blank DVDs for data backup at work. I had gotten all of those things and was in the checkout line when I saw something that made me mad as hell. Some skanky woman with enough kids to start her own orphanage smacked her toddler across the face when the little boy tried to reach out to get a candy bar. And if that wasn't enough, she twisted his arm around behind his back quite forcefully.

Child abusers are the lowest of the low to me. I hate them. I think that they're evil bastards who forfeited their human credentials a long time ago. Scum buckets, all of them. So of course as soon as I saw that poor little kid cry out, I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. Many people in the lines had, and a teenage boy called the police on his cell phone, looking quite disgusted. I can't say I blame him. An older lady confronted the woman, who promptly defended herself, saying that she had the right to train her children in the way that she saw fit.

Oh really? You really think that, you pathetic excuse for a human? Recently, a little girl was murdered by her parents after following the "discipline" advice laid out in a book that makes me shudder to even think of it: To Train Up a Child, by Michael and Debi Pearl. I'm not Christian, so that could have something to do with my interpretation of the book, but I don't think that's it. I just think I have a moral issue with books teaching parents to beat the living shit out of their kids with plumbing materials. Those worthless pieces of crud way overdue for a flushing that killed their daughter in this way were "disciplining her the way they saw fit."

YOU DO NOT HIT A CHILD WITH PLUMBING MATERIALS. If you were to hit me with quarter-inch plumbing supply line, like the book recommends, I could take it. But I'm a fully-grown adult woman. A child, on the other hand, their body is not mature enough to handle something like that, and it's no surprise that the little girl who died died from organ failure. Her system just couldn't handle the attacks.

I think of it this way: you wouldn't like it if someone attacked you with plumbing materials (or maybe you would, but in that case, you got some weird paraphilias there that you might want to go get checked out by a psychologist). So why would you attack someone else with plumbing materials, especially your own child? I wouldn't even do that to a rabid dog.

So, in conclusion? Don't beat your kids. They'll eventually grow up and have resentment towards you festering and might attack you. If they live that long. And if they do die as a result of your "discipline," then I hope you enjoy living with Big Bubba in prison.