TC the Terrible

Another problem with our schools today is how they deal with bullies; because they essentially don’t deal with it. The standard response to school these days is go tell a teacher. In fact at my son’s school they are teaching kids to “Stop, Walk, Talk”.  The plan is tell the bully to stop being mean to you, walk away from the bully, and then go tell a teacher. The school is asking the kids to buy/wear pink t-shirts to show their support of not being screwed with.

Good luck with that. I know my guy’s not going to wear a pink shirt around his buddies. That’s his choice by the way, not mine.

Before you can deal with bullies you have to understand who they are. Bullies are weak kids/people that know they are weak. Shoving people around is the only way they can feel good about themselves. Here’s the downside to that. If your kid is being picked on it’s because they are even weaker than the bully. A bully won’t pick on someone that’s their equal or someone that’s better than they are. So if your kid is being fucked with, you raised a weak kid.

You need to work on your own kid to give them some back bone. How you do that is your deal to figure out. A lot of parents get the kids involved in martial arts. That’s a good start. Team contact sports like football, hockey, lacrosse, etc are a good way to build up a young boy’s self esteem. If you choose team sports make sure to NOT pick the one that gives every kid that signs up a trophy for showing up. That just teaches your kid that it’s okay to be a loser. Not exactly the kind of life lesson that gets your kid out of the basement before he turns 30.

And if your kid is getting touched by the bully – for God’s sake tell your kid to hit them back. And tell your kid to not stop hitting the bully until the teacher shows up and pulls them off the bully. Even if your kid gets his ass handed back to him, the bully will know your kid is no wimp. As I said above, bullies are weak kids that can’t stand a fair fight. If you kid puts up a decent fight, and doesn’t back down, the bully will move on to another weak kid.

It’s a hard line approach, but it’s one that works. It worked for me when I was the kid getting picked on back in middle school. Yeah, I got knocked on my ass a few times. Even had a bloody nose at recess. At the end of the day the bullies (and there were quite a few) left me alone.

The schools today talk about empowering your kids, but they are doing the opposite. They are teaching our kids the best way to handle a problem is to get someone else to fix it. Running to tattle will only cause more problems for the kid being picked on. The bulling will get worse. Their current friends will begin to be less involved as they realize they are being dragged into more bullying themselves because of their choice of friends. This is not a good cycle for your son to be in. It will only make him weaker.

Does the weak guy in your office ever get promoted? Does the weak guy ever get paired with the quality women? Does the weak guy ever have anything go right for him? Of course not – to all three questions. The weak guy gets stepped on, abused and forgotten about throughout his adult life. He never seems to get ahead in life no matter how many people say they like him. Do you want that for your son?

Then why are we letting schools teach our kids to be weak?

It’s a question that came up in conversation this week. Of course I knew the answer.

It’s  simple:  mix a drink, yell at Peggy/Pete, take a nap on his office couch, go bang out some random then head  home to play the dutiful father.  Or so it seems on the surface. What he’s really doing is being true to who he is. He knows that he’s not a good guy. He knows his life is a lie. He knows that he’s going to lie to somebody today. He is going to climb in bed with somebody that he shouldn’t and he knows that.

He’s good with that.

Draper’s a guy that we don’t see today. He’s going to say the right things to make money, but only up to a point. When he gets tired of putting up with the crap he tells people to step the fuck off. Don Draper is the poor man’s Henry Rearden.  You’re going to have to Google that one on your own as I am too lazy to embed the link. And we damn sure don’t have the time for me to explain Atlas Shrugged to you today.

We’ve bred guys like him out of our culture. American men don’t stand up for crap today that doesn’t put dollars in the bank account. It’s why we can’t get a fucking politician to man up on the national debt, or unemployment, or government intrusion into our private lives. It’s why you people look at me like I’ve got a dick growing out of my forehead when I tell them to take their hats off for the National Anthem at the Nationals game.

Don Draper does what Don Draper wants and the rest of us are lemmings running of the edge of societal  cliffs. We envy his independence and marvel at his confidence. And then take delight in his tribulations. Seeing those times as proof that Draper is the facade he created for himself. But the valleys never last long for Draper, as he seizes the slightest opportunity to turn pig ears to purses.  Like he once told Peggy, “If you don’t like what’s being said, change the conversation”.

That’s it in a nutshell. He would do whatever he to do and not give a flying fuck who didn’t like it. It’s why we watch him.

So what would Don Draper do? He’d order a Manhattan, light a smoke, tell you to quit reading some hack’s blog and go make the world what you want it to be. Now get out of here and move forward. This never happened. It will shock you how much it never happened.

Pardon me for a moment while I go on a rant here.

I’m tired of all the bullshit artists and social engineering agenda freakls pushing assholes trying to deprive me of my God given right to fuck up my own lungs. I’m a grown ass man with a mind of my own and if I choose to smoke cigars that’s my damn business. Nobody forces me to spend the equivalent of a car payment every month on my dirty, vile little habit. I do it because I want to.

And because you fuckers won’t let me drive when I’ve been drinking.

Smoking a cigar relaxes me. With a house full of estrogen and a job that directly impacts whether American heroes live or die my stress level is off the fucking charts.

Every day is some type of crisis in my world. I need a way to unwind that doesn’t involve shooting the people that cause me problems. Two things help in that regard; booze and cigars.

Sounds primitive I know. Some things in life aren’t all nice and pretty. Hell, when you peel back the layers there’s not a lot in life that is nice and pretty. Most things in the world are as nasty and disgusting as a coal miner’s lungs. That’s why we place such a premium on physical beauty. And why we always say that shit is only skin deep.

The truth is life is ugly and the weaklings among us keep trying to clean it up by creating rules for the bold and brave to follow. Americans today are scared of taking risks. It’s one of the reasons our politicians run like bleating sheep to provide “universal health care” for a nation whose majority didn’t want it. It’s also why we tie up our police departments with seat belt check points that keep them from putting a dent into gang related crime.

Our nation was built by guys willing to risk their lives for this strange concept of a government that was responsive to and held accountable by its people. When did we lose our collective set of balls? God knows that our forefathers wouldn’t have stood for half the shit we think of as normal today.

So, if my cigar smoke bothers you – go fuck yourself. I’ve got bigger problems than your whiny ass. I’m an American with a set of brass balls the size of grapefruits. I’ve got a life to live and you’re getting in my way Fuckwad.