Bullying, don't fucking do it.

Bullies are the weakest people on the planet. They build themselves up by tearing someone else down. Why? Because they hate themselves, and why is that? They are pure fucking evil. You can dislike the shit out of yourself and handle it however you see fit. Want to eat yourself to death? Have at it. Feel like drinking until you fall down? Here's a bottle. Need to self-flagellate? Let me show you some techniques.  But when you take it out on an innocent human being, you've become worse than steaming dog shit on a NY summer day. To me, you are the lowest form of life walking on two legs and should be shot on sight. Gun laws are another topic, and unless you've had personal loss as a result of gun violence, I don't want your fucking opinion on the matter.

Moving forward, when you mock someone else about the way they speak, it only reflects the fact that your own voice causes ears to bleed for miles around every time you open your gaping maw. Hating in others what you cannot tolerate in yourself is classic psychological projection. Yet, many dumbasses engage in this behavior on a daily basis. Many people who watch singing competition reality shows become Mariah Carey or Josh Groban when they sit on the couch, shoveling cookies and chips into their mouths, screaming out harsh criticism at the singers who are trying their best. Of course, the first few auditions are meant to encourage that because the networks show us all the ones that clearly shouldn't have been at the auditions in the first place. After that, when the real competition begins, the armchair Grammy winners come out of the woodwork and begin their expert assessment of each singer.

The worst part of what those folks do, is not sitting in the privacy of their own homes, hurling insults at the TV. What can be truly offensive, is those who bring it out of the house and into the public realm for all to hear. If I haven't seen YOU on TV singing your heart out, on a stage, or even in your church choir, it's time to swallow a hearty dose of shut the fuck up. If you have no idea what it's like to be in front of a live audience, by yourself, sucking back nerves and anxiety, mustering up the best performance you have inside, you have NO right to open your piehole and spew hatred about anything you've seen or heard. Bullying isn't always direct. The people around you, unfortunate enough to have to listen to you are also being tormented by hearing the shit that comes out of your yap. Fearful of offending, they don't tell you to stop. Afraid of being the next target, they listen and sometimes, agree with you. This doesn't mean you are right.  It just means you are mean and intimidating.  Feel proud now?

Those of you who bully by intimidation, I've got your intimidation right HERE! I don't care how big you are or how much taller you are, you are still a douchebag. Getting your way by scaring someone doesn't make you powerful. In a Sado-Masochistic relationship, the masochist holds all the power. When you force someone to agree with you or do your bidding by some form of coercion, they will, at some point, be the one holding all the cards. The moment they decide to stand up to you, disagree, or call you out to someone in authority, you are going down...hard. The fact that they can choose to say NO, gives them the upper hand. Sadly, you choose to instill fear into their hearts in order to get what you want. Pecking away at their self-esteem until there's nothing left but an empty shell of what used to be a functioning adult. Someone who will need a lot of work to reinvent themselves as the strong person they were meant to be, when, in actuality, you are the weak, spineless, fucker...not them.

My personal pet peeve, picking on someone because of their appearance. We all are guilty here.  How many of you deny looking at some chick walking down the street in a micro mini, stilettos, and a bustier, and calling her a whore? You know you have. Or seen some kid in ratty clothes and messy hair, shuffling down the street and accused him of being a drug addict? Who here hasn't seen a Guido and immediately thought he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box? Perhaps you feel as though you've stepped off the cover of Vogue and loudly taunted someone not dressed to your standards?  Maybe you are the perfect one who sees an overweight person and immediately assumes they are lazy and spends their entire day eating in front of the TV?

You motherfucking piece of shit. Did you ever stop to think that the scantily-clad girl might have just lost a ton of weight and finally has the confidence to wear something besides oversized sweats? Has it ever entered your mind that the sloppy kid may not have the money to buy new clothing and shops at thrift shops because his dad lost his job and rather than lose their home, they've learned to cut back? That Guido may be on a full academic scholarship to an Ivy-league university, and you'd know that by speaking to him rather than mocking him. Maybe the person in the less than stellar outfit isn't as materialistic as you are and would rather spend their cash on something more worthy, like donating it to charity. That heavy-set person...may be in their first month of Weight Watchers and is really trying like hell to get healthy. Or maybe they are perfectly happy with the curves they are currently rocking and so is their partner who finds a little meat on their bones sexier than just the bones.  You'd never take the time to find out, you're too big of an ass hat.

Bullies make me sick, pure and simple. People who stand by and watch it happen make me even sicker. At some point in our lives, someone has made us feel badly about ourselves...intentionally. No apology in the world can heal the scars of emotional abuse. We all carry those scars, some of us proudly. I can say that each one of them made me even stronger, much stronger than the pussy who dished it out without sticking around to have it thrown back. Today, I do not suffer bullies gladly. My philosophy is that if you can dish it out, you'd better have the testicular fortitude to take it back, in spades. Don't believe me? Give me all you've got, ass clown. You won't know what hit you.  Are you friggin kidding me right now???