10/28/2014 — 1 Comment


Now that I have time and experience to look over, I can comment on things more clearly and I hope that you take this to heart and not cosider it “My Opinion!”

I have dealt with many Bullies in my life and they all have had one thing in common. They are cowards!

When I was thirteen years old we all would hang out at The Dairy Queen, on Kilburn Ave, in Rockford, IL. There was a boy there that was a quarter larger than the rest of us and he used his size to great advantage. He would bully all of us. One day I bought a twenty-five cent cone (My entire allowance) and was about to enjoy it when this boy came over, took it from me and began to eat it. I had had enough! I used the palm of my right hand and shaved the entire cone into his face and took off! He chased m, but I was faster and left him in my dust!

That boy never bothered me again! He was afraid of me and knew that I was willing to defend myself. Again, a coward!

Over and over I have stood up to Bullies and without fail, they have cowered! However, if you come up against a group of Bullies you will have to fight!

My first real job, in life was as a carhop at Steak and Shake Drive in in Loves Park, IL.

Not all of our customers were nice.  Every weekend a car full of boys, in a 1956 Chevy, would pull in and park out at the end of the parking lot.  They would taunt me with remarks like, “You’re a Queer, you’re so skinny, and you look like a girl.”  One night they pulled a trick on me.  The driver hadn’t backed his car all the way into his spot.  When I ran up to the driver’s side door to take the order, he put his car in gear and backed up to place his left front tire squarely on top of my left foot.  All the boys laughed and jeered.

On another night I had, had enough!  When these boys started to call me a ‘Queer,’ I said, “Hey, I don’t know where you boys come from but I have never seen any of you with a girl.  I think you boys are Queer!”  With that, they piled out of their car and started beating me and kicking me.  I was down on the ground stabbing them in their legs with my lead pencil.  These boys were beating me for a long time when I heard the most wonderful sound.  The sound was Hughey Myers dragging a logging chain across the black top.  Hughey began twirling his logging chain over his head and said, “You boys better let my man up!”  When those punks saw Hughey and that logging chain they jumped in their car and burned rubber away.  I never saw them again.

Hughey helped me up and put his arm around me and said, “You got your ass kicked man, but you got your licks in, I’m proud of you!”  For the first time in my life, someone had called me a man.  I loved Hughey Myers!

Right now I am dealing with a Bully named Stephen Shaeffer and he is another big and cowardly man. I have never met him, but he has decided that I will be easy pickings. Well I’m afraid Stephen Shaeffer has another thing coming. I hired a detective and found out where he lives, his address, his wife’s name, where she works and his mother name and phone number. Stephen Shaeffer is already running for the hills after I called his wife and his home this morning! Another coward!

So remember. If you are Bullied by someone, stand up to them and they will always get rubber legged!

I am Kip Addotta

One response to Bullies!

  1. Tommy Joseph 10/29/2014 at 01:53

    Everyone is a bully in some way. Even me. As a kid I was an outcast, a stranger everywhere I went. I was ripe for being bullied. But it never got bad because I looked normal. I looked too good to be bullied. Let’s face it, you just don’t bully good looking guys, not for long anyway, even if they’re easy pickings.

    But guys like Mark Rolnig were born with a “Bully Me” sign on their back. We went to the same Junior High school. Mark had wiry, coarse, black hair and a face that looked like a horse, except it was filled with acne top to bottom. His lips were blubbery. Most damning of all, he had cerebral palsy and walked with one arm dangling in front of him with his hand flopping as he limped along. Mark was marked as a bully from the day he was born. For Mark there was no escape. At least not in school.

    Guys would surround him and punch him hard in the arms and back and stomach. It made me sick. Even though I was a potential victim myself, I had something bullies fear all the way into adulthood – good looks. I was a good actor and make myself appear more normal than I was. You just don’t bully a normal, good looking guy.

    I got on those guys about bullying Mark. I began sitting near Mark in the cafeteria. Guys were leaving him alone. Then one day as he sat across from me in the cafeteria I became sickened by the sight of him with food slobbering down his chin. I began to bully him myself.

    I did not do it in an ugly physical way like the other kids. The only friends I had were outcasts like me. Sometimes, if we saw Mark in the school hallway, we’d surround him and force him to the wall by crowding him in, without touching him in any way. Then, as he slid along the wall, cowering, I would begin the chant – “Marko, Marko, Marko” – starting slow and soft and getting progressively louder – my friends joining the chorus and continuing the chant until we got tired of it and walked one way with Mark going the other.

    In some ways I think my bullying of Mark is worse than the non-creative style employed by the typical aggressor. I am sorry for bullying Mark. I have no idea if he is alive today. But if he is, I like to think my involvement in his life contributed in some way to making him a stronger person with more fortitude than I could ever have. Yes, he is probably alive today and will probably outlive us all. If so, I’d like to think I had had something to do with it. Other than that, I am sorry. Ok? Do I have to say it again? I am sorry. ….. We are all actors in the “Bully Game”, switching roles at the whim of circumstance.


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