When I was a young man, I participated in some bullying. I remember it as clear as day. [View all]

[Stinky The Clown]

It was after I got out of the Navy and joined the Reserves. There was a young man (who had still not gone to active duty) who was an E3. I was a badass E5 with a hashmark. It was a gang of us who had all recently come back from the active fleet. There was no physical bullying. Instead, it was mean, cruel, relentless name calling and teasing.

One night, at a weekly drill, the target of our anti social behavior cried as we were being called to attention.

We all saw that. After the drill, out in the parking, some of my fellow perps got together and we decided we would never do that again. Some continued it.

I still regret having done it in the first place, and I still regret not taking up for the kid we bullied when the bullying continued without us.

That was someplace around 1970. I STILL remember everyone's name. I remember the guy we teased. I can still see his face that night. I felt like shit then and, even all these years later, I can still fell like shit thinking about it. And think about it I do. Quite frequently and for odd reasons.

When I heard about Willard participating in a similar event, I was caused to think about it again.

I will say unequivocally Willard is a fucking liar if he says he doesn't remember that.

But what if he does, in fact, not remember? That says even more about his sociopathy. I can't imagine doing what we did and being able to blow it off, down my personal memory hole.

Fuck you, Willard, you entitled perfumed prince. Fuck you.