Have you ever witnessed a bully get their comeuppance?

Mother Karma. Miss Kamala. Please! Someone remove the Bully-in-Chief on Tuesday, November 3, 2020.

A guy who used to bully me was stabbed a few years later after he taunted me in high school. Obviously I didn't feel good about that. But I do regret that I missed the chance of telling him I was the brother of the girl he had a crush on in high school. That would have been delicious.

I beat the piss out of our school bully. Literally. Yellow puddle on a snowy sidewalk.

I'm a chick.

I punched a bully in high school when he was picking on some younger kids. A teacher saw and did nothing about it.

En ex of mine, who was my first, was particularly cruel to me during the relationship, and while dumping me. He ended up hanging in his jail cell a couple of years afterwards. The official explanation is suicide, but friends of his have their doubts. He was only in jail for traffic violations, but who knows what else he was facing, legally and personally. It couldn't have happened to a more deserving asshole. The world is a better place. And before you criticize me for saying that, you don't know him like I do.

Yes. I beat him up when he was victimizing my buddy.

The man who orchestrated a hate campaign against me for being gay in junior high decades ago was seriously ill for a long time until finally dying a few years ago. He was a two-faced asshole who pretended to be against bullying, his niece had cerebral palsy, while posting anti-gay rants online, and then later removing them. He never married and I never heard him dating anyone. Coupled with his homophobia I always assumed he was a closet case. When I heard about his illness and then later death I felt nothing. If he was gay I do feel sorry for him in a way, but in the end he alone made the choice of being a cunt.

Yes. It was so satisfying. Didn’t want the karma of doing something mean myself, so the Universe stepped in and burnt her house down.

Former boss. Made people’s lives hell for decades. Always focused on making more money so he could live like a king and retire early. Had a stroke and died at 60 before he could enjoy any of it.

I find it amazing and sad that the OP remembers his high school bully not as the straight girl who loudly outed him in the middle of English class or the straight jocks who openly mocked other gay kids but as the one other arguably identifiable gay kid who sat alone in the cafeteria at lunch. Sure, he maybe laughed at you once when literally everyone else was, too. But, hey, he was cuter than you, so he deserved to suffer. Sheesh.

I mean, what was the other gay kid supposed to do? Leap out of his chair, lunge at the bitch and slap her across the face with a glove while screaming, "Madame, you go too far! Pistols at dawn!"

The other gay kid’s reaction was defensive and defective. Sucks that there’s no solidarity, but high school back in the day was Lord of the fucking flies.

The boy who bullied me relentlessly in primary school. We are from a small town. He would tell lies that he said I told him, getting me in trouble an teasing me for it. Let the air out of my bicycle tyres, even though I had a good distance to get home (had to walk with the bike many times). He was in a bad drunk driving accident a few years ago, and died at the scene. Felt bad for his family.

I used to get treated like shit physically and verbally by my classmates in elementary school daily. One day I got a head injury at school from a guy which knocked me out. The next day my classmates thought it would be funny to whip a medicine ball at my head during dodgeball. I guess the impact did something and I ended up beating the shit out of him in front of the class so bad that he couldn't walk and had to be carried out of the gym. I also punched the other guy (wearing glasses) who was whipping the ball at me in the face and the back of my head.

My class "mates" told the teacher at the time that they didn't feel comfortable with me in the class anymore.

After I told him what happened to me beforehand--which was conveniently not mentioned by my class "mates" excepting one girl who verified the story--I was off the hook and didn't get into any trouble at all for it.

OP didn't really do anything wrong, but it's sad that he ended up hating on the "closet case" (who probably wasn't gay anyway) for the same reason that he was being treated like shit. You should have taken it out on the cunt (figuratively), OP.

R14, this guy was gay. The summer after my freshman year of college, he was working at the local Starbucks. I walk in and he’s blasting The Fame album by lady Gaga w/ his other female coworkers. He didn’t recognize me but I’d never forget that ass and face he had. He was a douchebag but very cute. Slightly effeminate to where you know he’s gay after speaking to him for more than a minute...but very masculine and handsome in appearance

This Missouri town bully got his comeuppance. But “No One Saw a Thing.”

I have thought about sending anonymous letters to the wives of the men who sexually assaulted me in college, old school using cut out letters from magazines.

Romney lost his bid for the presidency.

He beat up a boy in school because the guy was gay

When I was a teenage the town bully a guy in his 30's grabbed me by the collar while walking home from school and threatened to kill me. He tormented me for a while but eventually let me go, a few years later I heard he died in prison from being stabbed, I must admit I felt a bit of satisfaction. Looks like he bullied the wrong person.

[quote]I have thought about sending anonymous letters to the wives of the men who sexually assaulted me in college, old school using cut out letters from magazines.

May I suggest ...

I posted this before but a girl who used to make anti-Semitic comments about me married a rich man 8 years her junior. He was worth $15 million. He cheated on her 1 year after they were married and she got less than $200k in the divorce, most of which she lost in dodgy property deals.

R21 that still sounds better than most people's lives to be honest.

It’s not because she hates her life. She doesn’t want to work and had to sell her Harley to pay for gym membership. God, that was beautiful.

It’s not because she hates her life. She doesn’t want to work and had to sell her Harley to pay for gym membership. God, that was beautiful.

I'm female. I had a mean girl and her clique bullying me in eighth and ninth grade. They kicked it up a notch after I saw them bullying another girl in gym class (a really pathetic case), and told them to leave her alone. They jumped me while we were leaving the locker room. Bad tactical move - they could only get through the doorway one at a time, and I injured two of them badly enough to keep them home for a few days.

Anyhow, Jody the ringleader was petite and very cute and really, really vicious. I was big and awkward and four-eyed, so of course she targeted me for two years of hell. But when we started high school, I never saw her. I just figured we had no classes in common. Then one night, she phoned me. I was totally baffled - why would this bitch call me, except for yucks with her friends? But she sounded - different. It was like she didn't really know who I was, only that I was someone she knew.

I mentioned it to a classmate, who said, "Didn't you hear what happened to her last summer?" She'd gone riding with a guy on his motorcycle, they were in an accident, and Jody was badly brain-damaged. And of course her clique deserted her. I could only guess that since she had no friends left and lonely, but vaguely remembered me, she called me. Tough shit.

She never returned to school. And she became unmanageable. Her parents couldn't keep her home, and she took to the streets. A few years later, she was attacked one night, badly injured but survived. The cops were sure her attacker was the Weepy-Voiced Serial Killer*, but unfortunately, her brain damage meant she couldn't give a good description of her attacker to the cops.

She died in her twenties. And I don't care.

*Who, I shit you not, turned out to be my big brother's next door neighbor. The cops finally released tapes of his phone calls to them, crying and begging them to catch him. My brother and sister-in-law recognized the voice and called the cops. They had to testify against him, and were warned that when he got out of prison he might hunt them down for revenge. Fortunately, he died in prison.

R25 have you submitted that to MFM?

That’s intense r25

Yes. Some white trash redneck (his last name is even Redner, which fits him perfectly) who I knew was gay was making fun of me, so I turned around and said "Everyone knows you're gay" or something like that. A girl turned around to him and said it's true, everyone knows. Even our Indian exchange student knew this kid was gay and he thought he was fooling people. Last I heard, this redneck was living in a trailer with his boyfriend. LMFAO.

OP, I'm with R14, I feel sorry for the gay guy who laughed with your other classmates. It sounds as if you did the same thing to him when he was laughed at, rather than doing what you wanted him to do for you. Yes, you did not join in the laughing, but you did nothing. You both did not stand up for each other. But there are few of us (unfortunately) who were that mature in high school.

My first year at boarding school, grade 10, I was a shy introvert for my first few months there but in that time managed to befriend a guy in the dorm next door. He was even more shy and introverted, and had a (how do I put this) odd appearance.

One day I walk into his room to find a little jock douchebag shit from the grade below pushing him around. I still don't know what lead up to that, but it was a classic bully pushing around a nerd moment.

Without really thinking I smacked him in the face and then pushed him. Then pushed him again. And said something like, "you got a fucking problem? you wanna fucking fight about it?" I was not yet on the rugby team, but had the size for it, that should give you an idea what he was dealing with. I outweighed him by probably 20-30 pounds and was fairly muscular and I get a scary look on my face when I'm angry.

He was visibly terrified and stammered something about it not being my fight, then I told him to GTFO, and he did.

This response probably was the result of having had an evil bully of an older brother growing up (6 years older and twice my size). Did some damage that becomes obvious when I'm exposed to bullies that remind me of him.

The friend was not glad I'd helped him. I think it just humiliated him further that he couldn't help himself. Our friendship faded pretty fast after that and I started opening up and making friends elsewhere.

R30 it seems obvious the kid was upset at you because you had interrupted their love making.

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I debated on telling this story but then I figured what the hell. It is a bully/comeuppance story after all. When I was very young I got into quite a lot of trouble with the law,wich ended with me stealing a car at 15 and driving across the country ,getting caught and getting 5 years in prison. The first prison I went to was a youthful offender camp,the age limit being 21. The average age was 18,but we even had a couple of 12 year olds. Anyhoo,there were 600 inmates,50/50 mix of black and white. There was this one big black guy that terrorized everyone,regardless of color,and pretty much everyone was scared of him .

One day I walked into the library and he had some scared kid hemmed up in the corner shaking like a leaf,trying to boo him up into being a fuck boy.I walked over,grabbed the kid by the hand, and said "Come with me, Honey" and led him out the door. I calmed him down and told him what he needed to do to survive the place and sent him off.Lucky (the black guy) then walks up to me and threatens all manner of retribution on me,but we both knew he was talking shit because of who my "husband" was and he never would dare lay a finger on me.

But I digress. One day Im standing in front of the canteen hanging out with this tall drink of water and out of the corner of my eye I see Lucky running up leaping on a concrete table and jumping towards the tall drink of water while swinging his massive fist. Tall drink swings around in the nick of time,swings his fist straight into Luckys midsection,who then proceeds to fold in half, midair,before landing head first on the sidewalk. You heard that skull crack like a melon.He couldnt even draw a breath to scream.Everyone stood there laughing at him as he lay on the ground bleeding and trying to breathe. They carted him off and he was never seen again. It was beautiful to watch.

An ex boyfriend was very cruel to me and gave me an STD. He eventually dumped me and was very mean after the breakup. He made fun of me and even said he wanted to attack me. He was in his early twenties a the time and had a nice thick head of hair. I didn't see him for awhile and friends kept telling me about how he was rapidly balding. I assumed they were just saying it to make me feel better until I saw him myself. Not only was he balding but he looked gaunt and sickly as well. If he had HIV I never got it so I'm not sure what could be causing it. It's been about a decade since we broke up and last time I saw him at around Christmas he looked like Riff Raff from Rocky Horror Picture Show. This is a 31 year old man.

I belong to a Euchre Club and after awhile this mannish looking woman joined. It became obvious that she was a lesbian - but she couldn't come to terms with it. She was a severe closet case. Very quickly she began to take all her internalized homophobia and hatred out on me, a gay male. She was extremely ignorant and rude and aggressive and delighted in tormenting me whenever she could. She was quite frightening and it really threw me until I dreaded going to the card club because she would be there. I prayed and prayed to be delivered from her. Finally I just stopped going to the card club because her presence there was just so awful - a miserable, unhappy person who liked to bully others, in this case, me.

Finally when I went back to the card club a woman came up to me almost immediately (just like it was meant to be, as though I was supposed to hear it) and told me that "the abrupt woman", as she referred to her, had a bad cough the last time she was there, went into the hospital and died there a few days later. I wasn't glad that she died but I did thank God that I was rescued from my tormentor.

Oh! R33, they should turn your story into a movie. Too bad Susan Hayward isn't around to play you. Or Barbara Stanwyck!

marry me, r30

Back in Jr. High in the 60’s there were a couple of bullies in my gym class. One day during gymnastics the teacher was out of the room. These two thought it was a good idea to throw tennis shoes at those using the trampoline when their time was up. Just as these two threw their tennis shoes the teacher returned. The teacher was like 6’7” and over 300 pounds. He grabbed his paddle and gave the first guy three very hard swats. The second guy which was the worst bully saw this and fell to the ground crying and pleading with the teacher. The teacher would have none of that and picked him by his legs exposing his ass and gave him three even harder swats. After class in the shower their asses were beet red or should that be beat red. They no longer bullied anyone.

When I was in high school there were two guys who constantly bullied me. First guy was killed at aged 18 when his motorcycle stalled on the railroad tracks and instead of leaving it he kept trying to start it and was hit and killed by a passing train. The second guy died of AIDS sometime in the late 80’s. I still smile when I think about them and realize I survived them.

This doesn't qualify as a comeuppance, but it provides some context.

When I was a sophomore in high school, through some strange circumstances, I was put into gym class with the juniors, along with a few of my other classmates. I was the youngest, smallest, least athletic and most nerdy twerp you could imagine. My own classmates I could handle, but the guys who were one year older? I didn't have a chance against them.

It seemed like everything we did was competitive, and when picking teams, I was always picked last. Most of the boys ignored me, some were nice to me, and a few were outright mean. One of them, Randy, made it his mission to humiliate me. He would get in my face, call me "little hen," and "faggot," and threaten violence against me. I don't think he ever actually hit me, but just the threats were enough to scare me, and the fact that no one (including the coaches) did anything to stop it was awful. And it wasn't just a short phase, he did it the entire school year.

Of course I moved away from this town, but my family still lives there. Decades after high school, I was in town visiting family. I was working out at the local gym when I ran into Randy's brother; he was the same age as me and we had been in school together. He had also moved away but was visiting, and our chat moved beyond small talk to personal things. I opened up and told him that when we were in school, his brother had been an awful bully toward me. He told me that he and his brother had an angry father, and that they were regularly beaten and berated at home for not measuring up.

It made me glad that I had caring responsible parents. I may have had a bully at school, but I didn't have to live with one every day of my childhood.

In sixth grade, there was a kid named Roland who'd been held back at least once. He was mean, stupid and a head taller than most of us. He and his friend Nathan jumped a girl in a classroom. She managed to kick and scream and get away. He'd bully me, but I didn't have anything he wanted to take, so he moved on to other kids. Years later I saw his photo in the paper. He'd been working in a fast-food joint. He was shot and killed during a robbery. I nodded in satisfaction. The world was a better place with him gone.

I had a bully who made my life miserable every summer at the pool. He called me faggot and queer as a three-dollar bill every chance he got. He and another guy would intimidate me and make jokes at my expense non-stop. We were on a swim team, but what I really liked was hanging around all day before or after practice. I finally gave up and stayed only for the practices, going home alone and sad most every day.

I wished he were dead. Quite literally. If I could’ve pulled a switch to electrocute him, I would’ve.

He died about ten years ago. Cancer. I read his laudatory obituary and wondered how obituaries would read written from very different perspectives.

But I didn’t feel like writing one. I felt nothing at all. No malicious glee. No satisfaction of latent karma delivered.

I’ve lived long enough to see kind-hearted people die of cancer. I don’t believe there is karmic retribution on this earth, and I don’t feel good about myself when Schadenfreude presents itself.

What I mostly feel when I think of this guy is shock at how intense my anger was toward him. I think if bullies exercised any real empathy, they’d be fucking terrified at the possible results of the animus they inspire.

Mitt Romney.

He's not President now, is he?

A guy I had the misfortune to encounter from 6th grade through high school graduation died in a car crash not long after.

Then the stories started coming out. His uncle molested him and his brothers repeatedly, and a female friend of mine howled with laughter retelling how he unsuccessfully asked his cousin if he could blow him.

I almost felt sorry for him, except he called me a faggot and a pussy one too many times.

There use to know a guy in middle school who was about 5 feet tall and always made friends with the big kids by buying them things like watches, candy, or albums, then he would go around to people smaller than his friends and with them behind him threaten to kick the shit out of anyone and begged them to throw a punch with us knowing damn well one of his goons would jump in and take over, many times he pull out a switch blade and wave it right in front of your face while you could do nothing. Eventual we made it to high school and one day shortly after I turned 18 there was big news that he and some other guy robbed a tourist bus with a guy and took money, cameras and stabbed one of the visitor who tried to subdue him. Next day the police caught up to him and I still remember seeing him break down in court when the judge sentenced him to 29 years for the crime. I still have zero sympathy for him and hope he never mastered the art holding on to a cake of soap.

My worst bully apologized at my 10th high school reunion and at the end of the evening wanted to hook up after he dropped off his date.

I told him if he became human in the interim I'd fuck him at our 20th.

We'll see if he shows.

My mom had a co-worker back in the day that bullied and sexually harassed her. A few years ago he developed severe tongue cancer and had most of his tongue and half his face removed. I figured it was karma.

A client was harassing me every day at work back in 2008 when the market tanked and he was trying to cash out his retirement fund. The markets were crazy and he made my life a living hell for something out of my control. Then he disappeared overnight and a month later I learnt that he died in a road rage accident.

I hope that we will all see the Orange One get his comeuppance on November 3, 2020 ---- the next major Election Day in the US.

... if we have it.

No, in fact life has taught me no good deed goes unpunished.

The bully I most want to see pay is Trump. If I could only see it happen once, that would be the one.

If there is a comeuppance I would like to see, it's that Donald Trump will die in prison.

Then I hope he dies in my lifetime. Besides, I don't want to see him die in prison. I want it to be a horrible prison where he's grabbed by the "pussy" and suffers every day of his nasty life. I wouldn't believe if they said he died anyway, just like I don't believe that child molester guy died. I'm sure he's living like the billionaire he is in another country laughing at everyone. He's probably visited by Trump and that prince all the time.

Sometimes bullies must be murdered. I'm just sayin.