The little SOB probably deserved worse like having his throat just ripped out. Somebody at least needs to beat the living spit out of him.
Around here there is a fleet of busses that run all morning and all afternoon and a few during the day. They are all but empty. Then there is the mile long line of cars that take kiddies to school and pick them up. All of this because of the thugs on the busses that can’t be controlled.
A fat, violent biker-gang kid, about 11-12 years old, who lived across the street threatened my little daughters once - he was always pestering them verbally, but on this occasion, he came across the street and started swinging a heavy bike chain at them while they were playing on the sidewalk in front of our building.
I saw this out of the window, ran down the stairs and screamed at him so loudly he dropped the chain and started running. I ran down the street after him, grabbed him and pinned him to the ground and made him say he wouldn’t ever come near them again. He was crying, I guess mostly because he was so surprised. I’m small and he was bigger than I was, but never get in the way of an angry mother!!! Nothing stops us.
His father, recently out of jail, came over but then just shrugged and said the boy was misbehaving. Later, the kid was taken out of the home - which was totally dysfunctional, because as usual, the parents’ miserable lifestyle had everything to do with his behavior. He’s probably in a state prison or dead now, unfortunately.
Still, the moral of the story, is never mess with somebody’s kid if momma can find out about it. In the same situation, I’d do the same today, no matter what. It’s the only solution to “bullying.”
“Around here there is a fleet of busses that run all morning and all afternoon and a few during the day. They are all but empty. Then there is the mile long line of cars that take kiddies to school and pick them up. All of this because of the thugs on the busses that can’t be controlled.”
That happened in our county about 3 decades ago with the bad seed of so called migrant workers. One area, labeled by our kids, as the 3 generation super Jock baby factory where big and strong kids from farms, ranches and dairies came from. So a bunch of these super jocks for a few weeks didn’t drive their pickups to school, they rode the buses.
As usual the bullies after the first really bad encounters for their side started behaving after being treated as blocking and tackling dummies or big footballs. The jocks’s parents, who were jocks and hard working guys, made house calls to the parents of the really bad bullies. The parents were informed if their bullies didn’t behave, they wouldn’t have any jobs in the country. The local deputies, who grew up in that area, started showing a strong presence at bus stops and following the buses.