I remembered something that happened as a kid. I'm not actually sure if it was in the 6th grade. Somewhere between 5th and 7th grade.

It had to do with 2 school bullies in two different schools. The first bully I had to deal with for some reason enjoyed dishing it out to me more than the others... it seemed. After a few months of his abuse, I decided to talk to him. It was so many years ago, I don't remember the conversation verbatim. I remember though that whatever was said, it worked! We talked and he stopped picking on me. We never became friends, but all that mattered was that he stopped his abuse.

About a year or so later we had moved to a new town and I had started a new school. Of course, that school had a bully as well. Don't they all?

He loved slapping me upside the head in front of everyone. Really enjoyed that particular act of inflicting pain. Well, after a few weeks of his abuse I mustered up enough courage to try and approach him when he wasn't in front of an audience. I figured I'd talk it out with him too. It had worked so beautifully before.

This is for the pacifists (read cowards/pussies) out there...

Can you guess what that little $&!# did? Even after I explained the pain and embarrassment he was causing me, and basically asking him to just be nice, can you guess what he did?

He kicked me square in the kiwis and punched me in the nose!

I learned a few things that day. I learned that some people can't be appeased. Some people can't simply be talked to. Some people... well... they just hate you.

I also learned that taking this abuse was getting me nowhere but embarrassed and in pain.  I also learned something else that I hadn't known this up to this point in my young life. Hadn't really ever needed to. I learned that sometimes, it's okay to fight back. Sometimes, it's necessary to fight back. I also learned that the bridge of a textbook across the nose of a bully can quickly put an end to his bad behavior. The rest of that school year was great. Never had a problem with him again. If I remember right, I don't think anyone had a problem with that kid again. Seems he just kept to himself after that.

Am I saying that violence is the answer? Well... yeah. Sometimes it is. Peace didn't just magically happen. I had to make the peace through force.

This was just a simple story about a gradeschool bully. He hadn't tried to cut my head off. Hadn't strapped bombs to himself to blow the whole school up. I'm also positive he hadn't entertained the idea of someday flying a plane into a building full of people.

I'll spare the details and leave the parallels for you to figure out. I'm sure the majority of you get it. Those who don't, well, you either don't want to or just can't. Not much I can do about that.

The reason I'm reminded me of this story again is because of Obama's childlike naive take on the world around him. If only we were simply dealing with grade school bullies...

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This man is naive, dangerous and not fit for command. His pacifism is a danger to us all. He is making us weak in the eyes of the evil around the world. The bully always goes after those he perceives as weak. Heaven help us all.

Deny it all you want,

RII

-C

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