We were in 9th grade, already in high school , when a bully emerged. Previously bullies were strictly a Primary School phenomenon, this one was was definitely too old for the 9th grade, he was also bigger and stronger than any of us. Perhaps he was a “Slow Child”, he definitely saw himself on a mission, bringing our morals in line with his while at the same time forcing somebody to carry his bag, mocking or picking on somebody that never did him a wrong, basically the usual bully behavior.
In the colonies we continued with the English traditions long after they were practiced in Britain. We only knew him by his surname, which helps me nothing, as I don`t remember that either. I do, however remember his fan club, boys that were always ready to laugh at and mock every poor Schluck that had the misfortune of getting subjected to the sick sense of fun, or moral feelings of Mister Bully.
I was surprised when Gavin out of our class tackled him between the temporary buildings. Next to Mister Bully, Gavin looked skinny and short. What was even more surprising is that Gavin won.
I shall never forget what happened next.I watched for a few minutes. It was time to move on for many kids, as the school bus was waiting,some kids carried Gavin off on their shoulder some celebrating the new hero were recent fans, Mister Bully was suddenly alone, as his fan club had left, and he started crying, not because of the pain of the fight, but probably, because he had realized that he had no friends. Some guys feared him and pretended to be his friends.With his power having been destroyed, he realized that absolutely nobody liked him.
My favorite Bully
Having re introduced the Stasi(east German secret police), to the enthusiastic support of press and elites and continuing on the road to total destruction of all things good in Germany, sooner, and I hope not later, Merkel must fall. It will be a great day for us all, when Merkel and her lackeys suddenly realize that they do not have a friend in the world.
Rumor has it, she has already got a property in Uruguay, close to the estate of the Honekers, that brought Germans the Workers Paradise that lefties still miss today. Hopefully somebody gets her, before she gets there.