Gawd what a f%&*%$d up house! I do want to say upfront, I am addicted by association. My husband sits up to the butt crack of dawn and watches the live feeds on Showtime 2.
Tonight the resident bully of the house, Evil Dick, (who is a dick of the highest order) had a few things to say. More than a few things. You see, his bullying days are coming to an end. His lies and manipulation are exposed, and the house is sick of him. Only two of the houseguests stood up to him while the others cowered in the backyard unwilling to face his nasty wrath and defend their housemates. I found myself, as I often do when Dick the dick is on screen, cringing, and wanting to inflict serious bodily harm on the miscreant.
That said, it’s been a more than interesting study of character, and I am amazed what a human will do to another human for $500.000. Integrity goes out the window, plotting begins as the lies fly and tonight when the bully is cornered he lashes out in a vicious tirade. He knows his days are numbered and has vowed to make the remaining houseguests as miserable as he can. He’s off to a grand start. At this stage in the game, I am concerned for the well-being of several of the houseguests. I’m sure the producers are standing by with a dart gun aimed at Dick the dick when his rabid behavior finally crosses the line. He came perilously close tonight.
I abhor bullies. I know if I were in that house, I would not be able to sit back and watch him verbally shred a fellow human, even if it’s deserved. He has taken each weakness, each secret shared in confidence, and each mistake his fellow housemates have made and turned it viciously against them. While he, the one who is screwed up the most in his time here on earth, spreads his misery. He lacks humanity. He lacks couth, he lacks manners and he lacks compassion. He is in a word, pathetic. His daughter Daniele who is also in the house is a chip off the old block. They are like the pair of Siamese cats in Lady and the Tramp.
In life we all come across these types of morons. At work, church, a neighbor or god forbid a friend. Or worse a family member. I often ask myself why people tolerate this type of person in their lives. I can only assume it’s because the victim lacks the courage to stand up to the resident bully.
I don’t have an answer to make a lion out of mouse. I guess for some people they have a very high flash point. I don’t. Neither does my husband. We see something wrong and we act. It’s like a reflex. Allison can tell you I am very protective of the people I call my friends. I fiercely defend, even at the expense of losing something. Wrong is wrong. Period. We’ve taught our children this lesson as well. My oldest son, who is now 21, from the time he was in third grade was suspended no less then twice a year sometimes more for fighting. In most of those cases he was defending a kid being picked on by a bully. Most of those victims he didn’t know. He just knew it was wrong. When someone made the very stupid mistake to challenge my son he always gave a warning, but never drew first blood. I can’t say that I like all of the suspensions on his transcripts, but I will say I’m proud of the boy for not only defending others but himself as well.
I know how I handle a bully. How do you?