Thursday, May 15th 2008 - The bullies post
When I was studying to be a Monk I went to a Church Summer Camp to help out, and I was a Camp Counselor.
Kids are great. They find the weakest kid, and then go to town picking on that fucker until the kid wants to stick their own finger in an electrical socket and end the tyranny once, and for good. It’s great fun to watch.
Well, one of the kids was being picked on, and so went to the Archmandrite. The Head-Cheese of the camp - El Supremo, man…
The other kids are picking on me, the kid said. Sure enough some of the kids who had been picking on the little fucker went to the Archmandrite with the kid to make sure nothing was being said.
The Archmandrite thought about it a while, and said:
You know what? I’ve had this problem at camp before. What usually ends up happening is that the kid being picked on usually isolates the bullies one at a time and then kicks the ever loving shit out of them at a leisurely pace.
I loved that answer. Monks don’t fuck around.
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