I suppose that by now most everyone has heard about our new congressman who body slammed a reporter and broke his glasses.
I guess the new congressman was at the end of his tether. I have been there as well. Only thing is it happened when I was a child and acted like a child.
You would never know now by looking at me but at one time I used to be fat. Matter of fact one day when I was about 10 and playing with my friends on Second Avenue there was one small bully who kept screaming at me all morning long, “Robby, Robby, fatty, fatty two by four. Couldn’t get through the kitchen door.”
I ignored the bully shrimp for several hours until I just could not take it any more so I grabbed the bully, threw him on the ground, jumped on him and just kept hitting him until my grandmother saw what was happening and pulled me off him. When she got me off, he just laid there. I thought I had killed him but as it was, I just knocked the wind out of him. That was the only time that I lost control but I learned something from it all, that all my fat made me very strong.
So, in the sixth grade at the Devlin School, I became the bully. I beat anyone up that would challenge me and soon became known as the school bully. That was fine with me. It was so much different than thinking negative thoughts about myself all the time. Matter of fact, I was such a bully that I started demanding tribute from my peeps! I insisted they bring me candy or I would beat them up. That actually worked for about half of the school year.
Then one day a new kid came to Devlin. Let’s call him Charles. He met me in the basement boy’s lavatory and said that he had heard I was the school bully. I said that was true and he beat the crap out of me and told everyone that now he was the school bully and he would get all the candy from now on. I went back to being “Robby, Robby, fatso, fatso, two by four, couldn’t get through the kitchen door.”
That story does not make me look too good does it? Only thing was I did grow out of my bullying ways and all that happened in the sixth grade.
If our new congressman did lose his tether, he should have gotten it out of his system years before and been happy by this stage of his life and even maybe answered a question or two.
