Bully – Version 2.0
I know many of you may find this difficult to believe, but I wasn’t always this confident World Wide Web stallion whose articles you read on a weekly basis. Oh good grief no! Many, many years ago, before I even could even possibly conceive of ever becoming the internet vanguard of truth, I was vulnerable and weak. A mish mash of gangly legs and arms. The epitome of clumsiness. My bony frame was hidden underneath a massive military green artic parka, sporting a Detroit Red Wings winter hat during the peak of one of their losing seasons and a pair of winter boots that would make geese quack with laughter at the sight of their size. I was 10 years old and I was a victim. You would be surprised how quickly you get used to the constant barrage of snowballs and the occasional loss of lunch money. The modus operandi of the bully back then was quite simple and easy to adapt to. You would take different routes home, develop instinctive camouflage techniques to avoid their hardened gaze and most of all you learn to run. Run like the wind. In retrospect, I’m sure if I had made the effort to stand my ground and face my arch enemies I wouldn’t have had to resort to such cowardly techniques. But what could I do? I was stupid, naïve kid. All I wanted to do was get home safely or possibly get bitten by a radioactive spider or caught in the blast of a gamma bomb so I could exact sweet revenge on my foes with my newfound super powers. At home I was safe. No bully’s could get me at home unless they were especially sadistic. Sadly for the kids of today, home isn’t even safe anymore.

It’s really not fair. Bullies shouldn’t evolve. Back in the old days the relationship between bully and victim was quite simple. The Bully who would use his or her overwhelming physical girth to wreak havoc on their prey. Using traditional means of pummeling and submission moves to satisfy their primitive yearnings. Their prey would do everything in their power to avoid these yearnings. It was a pretty simple relationship. Avoid a beating and get to the safety of home. But when did “The Bully” start experimenting with technology? At what point did one of these evolutionary throwbacks look at a computer and suddenly have a flickering lit light bulb appear over their protruding frontal lobe? It deeply saddens me to say this but the arsenal of the Bully has grown. No longer limited to physical attacks such as noogies, wedgies and headlocks, the Bully now uses the power of the internet to extend their special brand of mayhem. Websites, internet messaging and email can now be added to the Bully’s repertoire. It is definitely a sad state of affairs. I can only imagine the torture some of these diminutive, bespectacled youngsters are going through. Barely making it home alive with their Fruit of the Looms painfully separating the butt cheeks. Walking ever so carefully up to their bedrooms to check their email for some more intelligent forms of communication. As Microsoft Outlook indicates you have “one new message.” Poor Wilbur is astonished to discover this modern form of communication is from the very predator he escaped from.

From: Bully
Date: Today
To: Wilbur
Subject: You’re Dead
I’ll see you tomorrow morning before school. I have made new inroads into applying the dreaded wedgie, thanks to my internet research. I look forward to testing out these new techniques. I also happen to have discovered naked pictures of your mother and have placed them on my website. Here’s the link. www.wilbursnakedmom.com

Regards,

The Bully :(

It’s just not fair. This wasn’t part of the deal. Instead of being mocked in front of an entire schoolyard, now kids can be mocked in front of an entire planet on a sloppily made website. Criminy cripes! What’s Wilbur going to do now? Instead of being threatened with physical violence, now Wilbur has to make sure his Norton Anti-Virus is updated because the Bully has threatened to email him a virus. Where is the justice? Wilbur, I really don’t have a solution to your problem. And if you’re thinking that possibly when you hit puberty you’ll somehow develop mutant super powers to seek revenge on your enemies, it’s not going to happen. Trust me I know. I’m still waiting. God speed Wilbur…*sob*… God speed and good luck. *sob*.

 

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