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  David Stein  |  Coconut Creek , Fl Vladimir Putin is the biggest bully who ever existed in this world. But, the bully psychology is the same with him as it always has been with any bully. Putin will keep terrorizing and killing as long as his victims will not fight back. Whether the bully is in the schoolyard or in a worldwide confrontation the only way the bully is stopped is when his aggression is resisted. I understand. The stakes cannot be higher in the worlds conflict against the Russian dictator Putin because standing up to him risks a nuclear war. However, not standing up to him risks allowing a psychotic killer to take whatever he wants from any country because he has intimidated the world. Words will not stop him. Actions will possibly finish him. So far, the bully Vladimir Putin has not been tested to see if he will bow to fear being instilled in him by America and all the NATO countries showing and telling him they will take no more punishment. Putin will not...

  There is a new sheriff in town. The sheriff is the United States House Of Representatives. They are tougher, smarter, and wealthier than the bullies and defenders of the "big lie"and Donald Trump. I feel ecstatic that there is a force to fight back against the scum bags and low lives who have terrorized descent Americans. I am a liberal and never thought I would be grateful to Liz Cheney for anything she believed in. Now, since she stood up for Democracy and took on her party jeopardizing her own self interests I am a Liz Cheney fan as well as a fan of all those who have rejected Trumps "the big lie" Courage is contagious. The House has weaponized the normal, good Americans with protection from the autocrats. Now it's time to pound the law breaking Trump thugs into the ground. Get to work Merrick Garland and start working on throwing Donald Trump and his minions in jail.

  I was just a little five year old boy waiting in line to be let into my first grade class. It was 1953 at a Chicago Elementary school named De-Witt Clinton located on the north side of the city where I grew up. It was the first day of the semester and I did not know many of the forty or so kids in line also waiting to go to their first day of class.   For no reason a boy I had never seen before walked in front of me and said "Hey kid, ever been kicked in the balls?" "No", I innocently answered.   He then kicked me squarely in my small crotch. I doubled over in pain, went down, and started to cry.   As I caught my breath and stood up the last thing on my mind was hitting or retaliating against him. I was too scared and ashamed.  The other kids standing around laughed at my misery. They taunted me mercilessly. "Fight, fight, fight," they screamed. I felt humiliated and victimized. I already knew what bullying was and had seen it done to othe...

It's computer dummy heaven today. I just figured out how to fix my laptop all by myself. It only required batteries but normally I would not have been able to even find where the batteries go. My new OCD mindfulness gave me a bonus. I am a 72 year old geezer but giddy as if I had just stolen my first high school kiss. A fortunate life has been my blessing. But, as my mother used to say, "your worst enemy cannot do to you what you can do to yourself." What a merciless self-assaulter I have been. We are talking mentally, The pain from a broken brain is ferocious. I remember trying to lay my dead tired eight-year-old body in bed and go to sleep. But I couldn't. The pillow would not line up to my satisfaction with a thin line on the headboard. So, I would keep popping up out of bed like a jumping jack for hours on end trying to set the pillow exactly the way I wanted it. I would finally just flop into the bed, drenched in sweat, and then pass out because my little body...

  Who has balls?  Balls used to be a source of pride and honor for anyone. Balls means marching into the jaws of fear and doing what you should or what you must do regardless of the consequences. Every person knows the feeling of fear. It is that sick, stomach rolling, feeling that grips your body because of the fear of doing something dangerous, scary, intimidating, or anything else that is frightening to do.  Having balls or no balls can be about either a physical or mental problem.  Some have an easier time finding balls and others are ferociously terrified. The feeling one has is not about how one feels.  Balls is only about what a person does in the moment of truth. It is all about fight or flight. Whether it is speaking truth to power or fighting with fists in the street, or facing sickness bravely, or telling off your boss, or anything else that requires that scary walk through the wall of fear it is all about the same thing. Balls. Balls is bal...

I always play golf on the weekends with a group of about eight guys. We are all personal friends some closer than others.  I am very good friends with one of the guys. We are all between the ages of forty five and seventy two years old me being the oldest.  I have experienced a lifetime of being bullied whether it is mental or physical. I've made a very big effort to stand up for myself with words and deeds. It is scary and tormenting to act when you are afraid but one must face fear when necessary. Sometimes I succeed and many other times I do not in defending myself. Complicating things is my severe lifelong emotional disorder with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). Without going deep into an analysis of my particular condition which centers around fighting back when I feel victimized I will point out a case in point to explain exactly why I feel bullied right now. The guy I am very close to is also a bully. His bullying tools are not his muscles but his mouth and alpha pe...

There was a bully by the name of Gary. He was the good old fashioned type who tried to intimidate anyone who would show any weakness. I met him in grade school. He was about twelve years old as was I.  One day he was pitching softball in gym class. He made a slow pitch game into his own fast pitch game and started throwing balls at everyone's heads who came up to bat. He had a lot of kids scared to death. He threw punches to our stomachs and heads. I was sick to my stomach with fear and he didn't even have me as a primary target. No one hit back. He was like a blond haired, skinny monster who kept getting scarier and scarier as the school year went on.  The day of reckoning did  come for Gary. He decided to challenge a really tough kid who was not a total bully but a sometime bully who was a savage fighter. Gary told everyone he was not afraid of Jerry and wanted to meet him at the park to have a fight. The day of the fight came and it seemed that about 200 kids showed up...

Donald Trump called Stormy Daniels "horseface". So big deal! Who cares? Is that an official act of misconduct by Trump? She nicknamed Trump "tiny" an amusing reference to Trumps penis. Again, I say. So what? People can make demeaning comments if they want to. This is still America.  In fact, Trump deserves huge doses of his own insulting, demeaning, sexist, and mean spirited medicine. Why don't people who are offended by Trump get real nasty with the creep? He is a chickenshit, nothing burger who deserves to be treated like the low life he is. He is lower than whale shit, the lowest form of waste in the universe. Meanwhile, a question remains for all who must oppose Trump?  How do you stand up to Trump's bullying style? People must learn how to fight him because he represents so many bad candidates and objectives that cannot prevail.  Taking the high road when combating him by using logic,  reason or any form of civility is useless.    He is an irrati...

This punk called for a ride in my cab. He gets in the car after making me wait for about 15 minutes while he walked down into the street from his garbage can of an apartment building. He got in the cab and I asked "where would you like to go, sir"? This gross looking little asshole immediately buried his face in his cell phone. He answers me, "just drive straight ahead'. I'll tell you where to go". He  is immediately very absorbed in an obviously shady conversation about where to meet someone to make a drop off. That is what I can interpret. Seems like a dope deal getting set up  I didn't care but I still wanted to know what part of town we were going to. It is Chicago after all.. I drive another couple blocks and then he says "turn here". It was into a street that goes right to the most dangerous ghetto  in Chicago. I got even more concerned when he mumbled that we have to make more stops along the way after the first one.  I  decided I ...

 I started to write down the names of all the people who have bullied me, both physically and psychologically, in my life and I realize that I could write forever about those experiences. It all started when I was a very little boy. I was afraid to fight back when I was harassed and soon everyone had my number. Even though I was popular and a good athlete bullies would find me and pick up on my vulnerability. So, eventually at school, in the playground, at a party or the movies, anywhere at all, a bully would test me and see that I would not stand up for myself. So, besides the shame and disgrace I felt then I would have to constantly be fearful of being around that guy. Hyper vigilance and constant anxiety became the cornerstones of my existence. I am now 65 years old and things have not changed except the ages of the people who test me to see if I will become their victim. I can still be easily intimidated if a bully knows what to say or do to get in my head....

There was a bully by the name of Gary. He was the good old fashioned type who tried to intimidate anyone who would show any weakness. I met him in grade school. He was about twelve years old as was I. One day he was pitching softball in gym class. He made a slow pitch game into his own fast pitch game and started throwing balls at everyone's heads who came up to bat. He had a lot of kids scared to death.  He threw punches to our stomachs and heads. I was sick to my stomach with fear and he didn't even have me as a primary target.. No one hit back. He was like a blond haired, skinny monster who kept getting scarier and scarier as the school year went on. The day of reckoning did  come for Gary. He decided to challenge a really tough kid who was not a total bully but  a sometime bully who was a savage fighter. Gary told everyone he was not afraid of Jerry and wanted to meet him at the park to have a fight. The day of the fight came and it seemed that about 200 kids ...

My first day of school which was about about 60 years ago. I remember crying and screaming as my mother dropped me off at kindergarten. I walked toward the entrance timidly when she left me at the entrance with a bunch of other kids who were also just starting school. A boy named Larry walked up to me and said "hi". I'm Larry. I said hi back. He then asked me "have you ever been kicked in the balls"? I said "no". He then kicked me right in my 5 year old nuts. I started to cry hysterically from the pain and the shame. I used to see Larry each day and avoided him for the entire 8 years I was in grade school. I tried to get out of going back to school the next day. by telling my mom I was scared of Larry. She said "don't worry honey, just stay away from bad boys like that".  Larry wasn't even one of the cool kids or tough kids I later discovered.. He was just a kid who felt like he could get away with bullying me and he was right. ...

I started to write down the names of all the people who have bullied me, both physically and psychologically, in my life and I realize that I could write forever about those experiences. It all started when I was a very little boy. I was afraid to fight back when I was harassed and soon everyone had my number. Even though I was popular and a good athlete bullies would find me and pick up on my vulnerability. So, eventually at school, in the playground, at a party or the movies, anywhere at all, a bully would test me and see that I would not stand up for myself. So, besides the shame and disgrace I felt then I would have to constantly be fearful of being around that guy. Hyper vigilance and constant anxiety became the cornerstones of my existence. I am now 65 years old and things have not changed except the ages of the people who test me to see if I will become their victim. I can still be easily intimidated if a bully knows what to say or do to get in my head. I have used so much...