Poor Karen Klein. A 68 year old bus monitor sits in tears while a group of complete assholes harass her while she rides the bus with them. The video is up on youtube and is ten minutes of pure verbal abuse. These kids call her “fat ass” a countless number of times. They talk about stabbing her, shitting on her, telling her that her family should kill themselves. It is absolutely, positively disturbing.
Who the fuck made this okay? When the fuck did it become alright to abuse people with such malice, with such joy and glee? These kids…no…these little spawns of Satan are laughing as they flick at this woman and call her name after name. They enjoyed the pain they inflicted. I want to cry for Karen Klein but even more so…I want to beat the ever living piss out of these sad excuses of human beings.
These punks act like they are untouchable and verbally spew out hate to such an appalling degree…I would be sickened to see their sorry ass parents. My hands are shaking, I’m that perturbed by this.
My son is only 2 years old. I know that this bullying epidemic is only going to get worse through the years. I don’t know what war I will have to fight in the future but I know that teaching my son to respect people, to never judge people and to behave in a manner he can always be proud of starts now. It is my job to raise my son to be different. The good kind of different. To defend those that cannot defend themselves. To stand against bullying and hate with conviction.
I hope Karen Klein knows, in her heart, that those children and their words do not have a leg to stand on when they said those horrible things. I hope she knows that she is a good person, and despite the pain she felt…she did the right thing by not acting out toward those punks. They will suffer for their actions. They will suffer for their hate.
People are angry by this. As they should be.
Ms. Klein – thank you for the lesson. “If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” Truer words have never been said. I know, in my anger, I cannot write soft spoken pleas and prayers for those kids. I cannot shrug it off or assume it’s all going to be okay. I don’t wish harm on those kids. I wish for justice. I wish they would learn a lesson before something drastic happens to make them realize.
It seems like the only time things turn around in these bullying cases is when someone does end their own life and people suddenly feel guilt for their involvement. But it’s not even guilt. Because having that feeling ONLY when you get into trouble is not guilt. It’s regret. That you got caught.
I don’t know if those kids are too far gone in their ignorance and hate to be fixed. I don’t know what their lives are like. I know the media isn’t helping the cause. Have we created these monsters? Is there a cure?
Yes. And sadly, I don’t think so.