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Dec 10, 2012 | 2:50 PM EST
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No matter how much we evolve, these neanderthalic throwbacks still seem to be an issue.



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Ahem... I assume that most people would rather show a bully up.
At my old school, I made everybody's life a living hell if they hurt somebody.
So, I bullied bullies?


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some of the solutions mentioned in this video, i wish i had actually done when i was in middle school... but since i didnt, i suppose ill have to settle for doing them to whichever of my old classmates i meet again, i may not have squirrely wrath, but i do have my desire for revenge, so if i ever see anyone from my middle school, vengeance will be mine i tell you, VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE! >:D


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Dammit, why didn't this come out when I was in upper-secondary?! Bullying pretty much shaped my general viewpoint of humanity: no-one is to be trusted and stay distant from all but few individuals. Why the hell didn't I just beat the 6ft. douchebag with a baseball bat?!

Thank you Foamy! I shall relay your advice to others... if I feel like it. ;)


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Well you will also look back for going to Juvenile Hall. If someone hurts you, you should be a snitch... :P


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I love your rants. As I stated earlier, I was taunted mercilessly in school since second grade or so. I later found out that the reason was autism. Now, since I've always been the biggest guy in school, I have only been physically beaten thrice in my life*. So, I was the targete of vicious rumors such as being a hitman and/or a terrorist. They quoted Columbine and stuff. And the police couldn't follow the internet trail far enough to capture the culprits.
*One of the times I was physically bullied, I was at the bus stop when a crowd of three or four kids began to whale on me with their lunchboxes. I instinctively fell on the ground, where the beating grew merciless. So what did I do? I grabbed one of them by the balls and squeezed. Now, while most of them were my age, the one closest to me at the time was about four. His parents threatened to sue because he was a little sh*t.

That's why I hate children.