Back in my day bullying had a higher threshold than just verbal banter that someone didn’t like.
Physical violence, petty theft, destruction of property, public humiliation, dominance displays, etc, etc.
From the reports the homo got the better in a verbal exchange - he teased homo - homo teased back - he got a gun and cowardly shot homo in head from behind.
Oh, but he was abused by his father - so that makes it all OK - in liberal logic land.
Does teasing excuse murder? Do unwanted sexual advances (assuming the homo teasing was actually serious) excuse murder?
I remember a case of a young girl being teased, beaten, abused, groped, her clothes torn etc - on a school bus. Would she have been justified in shooting from behind in the head her assailants?
You had queers accosting you back then?
” remember a case of a young girl being teased, beaten, abused, groped, her clothes torn etc - on a school bus. Would she have been justified in shooting from behind in the head her assailants?”
Yes.
Back in my day bullying had a higher threshold than just verbal banter that someone didn’t like.
Same here, in my day, bullying meant you receiving the wedgie, the swirlie, the stuff in your food that made your urine blue, and so on, it usually constituted physical action, and it was humiliating as well.
In my experience however, my parents gave me the personal treatment, as well as my siblings, and demonstrated what they did right. Personally, with those two factors in place, it wasn’t likely that I ever resorted to extreme measures, because my parents gave me a pretty good idea of what I was capable of achieving in the future, and it wasn’t worth throwing away for some temporary personal justice, that pretty much throws away most of my life. My father also was a hunter, but he was pretty strict on me for the basic old-school fighting as a kid, and his trust to ever go hunting with him, or ever even be trusted to hold a gun or knife was based on the fact that you as his kid had serious self-restraint on not getting into a fistfight.
Again, the sad story is that plenty of parents don’t give the discipline to the extent and effect that my father did, which is pretty sad.