The funny thing is I was trying to figure out a way to write this without sounding insensitive. I wanted to be politically correct so as not to offend.

Wow… the thought police almost got me there.

Last night I was talking to my little sis. We were reminiscing about our childhood. My father has recently decreed that the 26 year old man she is dating is bad news and he does not want her to see him anymore, my lil sis is 19. After some big brother probing I learned that this guy has 2 domestic violence strikes against him along with a drug conviction. He also used the tired old “if you leave me” line. This to me screams controlling abusive behavior. I addressed this with her and she said, “It’s not his fault, he was raised that way.”

Long big bro pause… deep calming breath

There is a way to talk to someone without completely turning them off of what you are trying to get across and I thank God that I did a good job of it this time.

Using familiar examples I managed to firmly plant the seed of “taking responsibility for ones own actions” in her mind. Nobody can make anybody do anything under any circumstances. I explained to her how someone like him will try to use fear to control her because he has a controlling personality and controlling personalities are typically abusers because when they can’t control someone or something they get angry and abusive. I think she understood, I know can’t control her, I can just pray for the right words to help guide her.

Way back in grade school there was a bully. I even remember his name, it was Alfred.

Alfred had this habit of picking on other people in the schoolyard. I had three encounters with Alfred.

Alfred was a heavy kid, he liked to jump on my back and put me in a choke hold, he thought this was funny. I, among other kids had asked him to stop, he didn’t. The last time he jumped on my back I jumped up in the air and came down on top of him. As he laid gasping for breath I once again demanded that he stop. He never jumped on my back but the abuse didn’t stop.

Once during our schoolyard break I received a pass and was running the ball. We were playing touch football and Alfred brutally close-lined me. After I picked myself up off the ground I caught him with a right hook and stopped, his eyes got as big as saucers and he started flinging insults and threats. Mrs. Jenkins came running over and broke it up. He never clothes-lined me again but the abuse didn’t stop. We were both punished with detention and essays but I could see in Alfred’s eye that he wanted back at me and I was a little scared. I felt the fear of his threats of more abuse.

Months later in gym class there was the third encounter. Alfred had started a new bullying tactic. He was fond of walking up next to an unsuspecting victim and driving his knee into their thigh. He did this to me once and I demanded he stop. He did it to me again in gym class and something inside me said enough is enough. I shoved him off of the bleachers (only about 4 foot drop) where he easily landed on both feet. I jumped down and kicked him in the groin which caused him to lurch over. I then proceeded to introduce his face to my knee which flung him back to a semi standing position. After that it was a flurry of blows which eventually left him a moaning bloody heap on the gym floor. I kicked his arse up one side then down the other and the force was disproportional to the knee in my thigh which instigated the entire encounter and I am proud of it. Yes liberals, I am proud I kicked his little punk arse.

From that point forth, when I was allowed to go back to school I no longer feared him, he feared me and I have carried that knowledge throughout my life.

Because of my fathers employment we often moved and as always I was often challenged by bullies. I always won. I fought with disproportionate force in every confrontation and bullies feared me. They left me and they left me and my friends alone. Yes, I was a fighter but only when threatened, never once in my life have I ever thrown the first blow.

I didn’t know it when I first started writing this but I guess what I am trying to say is, “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” Whether it is a conservative politician’s fear to call the Democrats out on their weak-kneed national defense policies (or the entire lack thereof) or to boldly and clearly expose the main stream media’s biased coverage of the liberal agenda. Call them out; make them fear the truth because it is the only thing that will set this nation free.

Do not fear the ACLU, do not fear the MSM, do not fear the Communist Democrats, and don’t give in to the psychological bullying. Stand up and be proud and declare that this is a Christian Nation founded upon the guidance of our God with morals, ethics and values. We need to make them fear us because times are a changin’.

The changes are more than over-due.

We will run you out by any means necessary.

~gregmc