As far back as I can remember kids have harassed kids. Kids with glasses were called addressed, ‘Hey four eyes’. Or "’Fatty, Fatty 2 by 4 can’t get thru the bathroom door!’ Then there was the “Red on the head !” These were some of the mean ones.
Then there were the friendly adorable ones: There were times a boy or girls handicap or physic earned them a nick name, ‘Crip Goodson’, Shorty Robinson, Fat Myers’ and then there was, ‘Sky scraper how is the weather up there?’ One boy on the Imperial was nicknamed ‘Dummy’. These were considered ‘adoring nick names’. As a matter of fact Shorty and Fat were leaders in the community and were addressed respectfully by those names publically.
A dear friend ‘Red Eye’ Keye, who was ‘hair lipped’ and had a distinct reddish eye was loved by all.
But today, I read of kids who commit suicide because they are bullied, in a mean fashion to the point of despair. I hurt when I read this. A young life snuffed out because of a mean spirit.
It is uncool for a parent to get involved, but now it seems it will be necessary in some cases. I know I was bullied at times, but I never bullied anyone. I was always a live and let live type of student. I seemed to drift to the ones who were bullied, or the unpopular guys.
Population increase along with a media that can spread a story in seconds makes it appear bigger than what it is, but it is still bad.
I get frustrated at a government that would fine a person for leaving their keys in their car, They hint I an abetting a criminal. It isn’t his car, he knows it. Oh, I am old fashioned. I have enough sense to know the reason behind the law, I am just frustrated that I MUST take the keys out of my car, because if must might be stolen.
You read and hear of so many crooks in this country that you start seeing one behind every tree. That is NOT NECESSARILY TRUE of our citizenry, there are many good, honest, hard working folk in this world, I have met many.
But we are seeing too many SERIOUS crimes by the younger generations. Some of us used to do things that we thought were bad, they are sort of a joke now. None of my friends wanted to KILL anyone.
Okay, another rant is over, thanks for coming by the LOG.
Sometimes I forget the wonderful folk in this country because the news publishes and glorifies the bad dudes and dudesses. (my word)
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