Posted on 12/20/2006 4:36:42 PM PST by LibWhacker
Damn! I am reading the rest of her blog. She is the type of gal I would want beside me in dark alley. :-)
Those boy's from the south yelled like hell when they went into battle!!!!
Yes, I believe after the circumcision , yer momma threw away the wrong bit........
Uh, there was this thing called the "Rebel Yell" during the Civil War that struck fear into the hearts of the Yankees.
Excellent article.. All fathers should do the same especially those fathers with little girls.. Many boys are already testoserone enabled..
I never thought about the civil war, I was describing the regional differences when it comes to a fight.
In my personal experience as a Texan and in conversation with northern transplants to the south, one thing the yankee has to learn is that a good southern boy won't trade street jive with him, instead the southerner goes quiet, and violent, once he has decided the fight is on.
Several yankees told me that they thought they had won the peacock strutting with a southerner, only to find out after the beating that (white)southerners don't do the peacock thing.
Have you forgotten the REBEL YELL?
As a kid, in the Southwest, we never talked sh*t to each other, we just fought. When we moved to New York, all they would do is talk. Hence, I beat the crap out of some kids, and got beat as well. Ultimately, though I found out that being a rude smart-a$$ is just being a New Yorker, and they were expecting a response in kind, sorta like a heckler in the audience expecting insults hurled right back at 'cha. It was the quality of the insults that determined whether you won the 'fight'. Personally, I found popping the smart-a$$ in the mouth much more enjoyable, but that's just me.
In US public schools, a child can be suspended or expelled for fighting back bullies...
Wow a two fer. Actually, the last time I had to stand up to a bully I was a senior in HS. Half the class told the principle that they weren't coming to school if he expelled me. I got six stitches in my lip which the bully paid for, but that's all that happened.
That's extraordinary. You went to school with some wonderful, caring people. The students in my high school were very selfish and sour. They delighted in seeing others suffer and weren't afraid to admit it.
At one point, the instructors told the girls that they wanted them to lie down with the eyes closed, to respond to an attack. One of the mothers questioned why that was necessary, and I reminded her that many women are awakened from a sound sleep by someone intent on rape, and that they need to have the skills imbedded to respond in an instant. I'm amazed the woman hadn't even considered that; maybe she'd always lived in a safe place and hadn't heard of that happening, but it happened several times when SirKit and I were living in Tallahassee. Maybe college towns are more notorious for men crawling in windows and attacking young women while they're sleeping.
Now that'll unnerve your opponent!
An elbow strike to the eyebrow will produce a ton of blood.
We lived in Hawaii for kindergarten and 1st grade. The kid next door was in 6th grade. He was alway picking on me. Pretty easy for a 6th grade kid to pick on a kindergarten kid. He went too far one day and grabbed me from behind. My arms were pinned, but we were both barefoot. I took my large toe nail and laid the top of his foot open like a cut with a knife. He let go and bent down far enough for me to punch him in the nose. That ended the bullying.
We moved to Federal Way, WA for 3rd grade. The kid across the street was pounding on my every day from the bus stop until I arrived at my front door. A week before we were due to move, he advantage of my position on the ground. He picked up a large truck tire (no wheel) and threw it down hard on my head. I lost my composure and delivered a single upper cut to his jaw. It shattered every tooth in the upper and lower jaw. Thankfully my parents had liability insurance. That covered his full set of false teeth.
We moved to Chula Vista, CA for 4th grade. I had 3 different bullies in the classroom. They were all good buddies. One decided to grab the front of my shirt as I was leaving the school grounds. I asked him to let go. He responded with verbal threats. I smashed his nose and mouth, picked him up off his feet and hung him by the back of his shirt on the chain link fence. End of bullying.
This is a great post. I will pass it on to my Grandchildren when appropriate if I am still around.
" Remember to stab and twist."
Some kid hit my 6 year old niece at school. I asked her if she hit him back, and she said no, because they have a "zero tolerance policy" for violence (anybody who advocates this bullsh!t ought to be strapped to a gurney and castrated with a plastic fork, btw) and she would have gotten in as much trouble as the kid who hit her. I told her to punch the little bastard back next time and if she got in trouble I'd have a private word with the principal in the parking lot.
"I told her to punch the little bastard back next time and if she got in trouble I'd have a private word with the principal in the parking lot."
Pretty much what I told my kids, only had to deal with it once.
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