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I was camping with a girlfriend.6 guys in 3 canoes pulled up by where we had just vacated along the 11 Point River. They were drunk. They stopped because they had seen a girl. They spread out and advanced rather threateningly. I told my girlfriend to get out of there. They told her to stay and asked what I thought I was going to do about it. I pulled a gun they hadn’t seen before. One idiot said “You can’t get all of us.” I leveled the gun on him and said something like “You’re first, so let’s see.” They stared at us for a few seconds, then I said “3, 2…” and they ran back to their canoes. Fired a couple rounds over their heads. They paddled faster. If I would have had a banjo, I might have played it….I have several more instances where my gun was the trump card in a bad situation.The presence of my firearm has prevented several rapes, robberies, etc., and possibly murders.So, Molon Labe.

My wife and I were foster parents for years. Which means we often had children that were not our biological get. Often we had a mix of skin colors as well. Also Foster kids at least in Kentucky got benefits from the Women, Infants and Children (WIC) program at the time, this was the paper vouchers that had to be given to the clerk like money.Of course WalMart again…..She was standing in line with a mix of racial origin children, using the WIC vouchers when a lady behind her started making comments about did she even know who had fathered her kids, there are ways not to get pregnant etc etc etc ad-nauseam…My wife turns to her and lets loose, stating she is a foster parent and she is trying to help these kids…Upon which Bitch from Hell states well you get paid for it (well yeah, but if you do it right you lose money on it)My wife retorts what would it be worth to you to sit up with someone elses sick child, to deal with children that have constant night terrors from abuse, children with behavioral issues, disabilities and in general broken human beings.This woman indicated that you couldn’t pay her enough….. oopsMy wonderful wife then proceeded to tell her in incredibly colorful language with narry a cuss word, what a low life useless excuse for a caring human being with no compassion or soul. She would have done a drill sergeant proud, I think she went on for a couple minutes.B from hel left the lineMy wife got applause form the other customers, clerk and manager that had headed over to see what the ruckass was.Me I just stood there and beamed at her. Words aren’t my thing really, I was impressed.EDIT - WOW! thanks all, my better half is a fireball, and do not get between her and a child.

Yes, they are.And since bullies are very good at attacking when no one is looking, it is often the victim who is punished and the bully walks.It is this fear of getting in trouble that made my son not fight back against a bully for almost 2 years, from spring of 2nd grade to the beginning of 4th. Then that kid decided to sit with my kids on the bus. My daughter had to sit in the front seat because it had a seat belt which reminded her to stay seated. My son was assigned to sit with her to “help with her.” Ok, he was there to keep him away from the bullies in the back of the bus.Then the biggest bully decided to sit with them and the bus driver let him. Because there is nothing suspicious about a known bully wanting to sit with a younger child and his favorite target? He had already deliberately broken a pair of my son’s glasses. A couple of days later while the bus was loading and the driver was not watching them, he threw a punch at my daughter.Now some would say my kids should have just run away, right? There is no where to run on a bus, the bully was always by the aisle with my kids trapped against the wall, and my daughter was seat-belted in. My son blocked his first punch, blocked his second punch, then grabbed his hair, pulled him to the floor and sat on him. Problem solved.The bus driver declared an emergency, called the transportation office, and completely freaked out the principal who thought he had a dead kid. My son was given a “bus ticket” and kicked off the bus for a week. I was supposed to sign the ticket so he could give it to the driver to get back on.I did not.Instead, I wrote a letter to the transportation department outlining every time my kids had been attacked, harmed, broken glasses, etc. on the bus. It was a long list. And listing all punishments meted out. None. The next time the bully tried to sit with my kids, my son blocked the seat and pointed to the back of the bus. That was the last time my son was bothered on the bus, and it also solved most of the play ground bullying. Because they now knew that he would defend himself. Fortunately, the principal did take the time to figure out what had actually happened and the incident did not harm the good relationship we had with him.A couple of years later a boy ripped my daughter’s glasses of her face and refused to give them back. This attack fits the definition of assault under state law. He literally mugged her. My daughter, of course, retrieved her property. In doing so she used a phrase that was not deemed school appropriate.At least a dozen kids saw the whole thing. Not one of them tried to help her. Not one of them tried to tell the driver what was happening. I know at least a dozen watched it happen, because about a dozen kids did complain to the bus driver and their parents about my daughter’s language. A dozen nice, church-going kids from nice church going families decided that an assault was not worth mentioning, but the language of the victim was the problem. That is what we are teaching our kids these days, apparently.And of the dozen or so parents not one inquired as to the well-being of the victim. Not one was worried that the little girl who had been attacked had been hurt. Instead they called the school to complain that my daughter had used a swear word on the bus. The principal called me in for a chat and I told her what had happened. After a short discussion she decided to be extremely generous in not punishing my daughter as she had been “provoked.” More likely, she did not want the school district personnel involved (again) because she was not supposed to be involved with anything to do with my daughter (long story). I suggested that it might be a good idea to talk to the boy involved and explain to him that it is not ok to attack other students. She said that that would not be necessary. The principal did not think that it was necessary to tell a child that it is not ok to attack and rob other children.That is what “zero tolerance” can do. It can mean “bullies rule and don’t you dare fight back.” Good in theory, but not always so good in practice. In the first case, every child on that bus learned not to attack my children. In the second every child on that bus learned that attacking, assaulting, robbing, is ok, but don’t you dare “swear”, even while defending yourself. Pretty messed up priorities in my opinion.