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While Kathy west of Hamburg New York pulls her brownies out of the oven we are overwhelmed with cries of pain coming from the second floor of her Posh townhouse, but Kathy’s only concern is the consistency of her brownies which she says is “too thick”.
She throws them in the trash while humming her favorite show tune (the Armour hot dog theme song), and reaches for a new box of brownie mix.
Meanwhile the screams of pain and thuds against the second-story floor boards grow more desperate and continuously louder.
10 minutes pass by in the commotion finally draws to a close. A portly 12 year old named to Blake with a poorly growing mustache lumbers down the stairs with bruised knuckles out, patiently waiting for payment from Kathy in the form of $20, ice for his knuckles, and her son’s very own PS4 video game system.
She sends Blake home with a pat on his head. We then head upstairs and find her eleven-year-old son Georgie face first in the toilet and an atomic wedgie so far up the boy’s buttocks that his underwear wrap over the back of his head.
The West’s are in the middle of a new social trend of Contracting local bullies to come over thier home and both emotionally and physically abused their children.
The primary reason? The concern that depriving the home-schooled children of the tough lessons that public schools provide them: that life can be tough at times. Kathy and John West both cite fears of sending their boy out in the world too fragile to cope with the harsh reality of life can at times share with even the most optimistic.
Jonathan West the boy’s father, tells the Tribune:
life is full of Pricks. Everywhere. Most children learn how to deal with these Pricks at a young age in public school. My George does not have this luxury. So we pay these creeps good money to come over and torment George. The boy will think us one day.
Kathy a bit more somber in tone tells us It’s just tough love that moves her to bring the in bullies. But unlike John her heart does weigh heavy at times:
Watching my George Shake, cry and hide before these play dates hurts me terribly. This morning I found him vomiting from fear before his date, and reeking of urine after. But better here and now under our watchful eye than in some back alley by knifepoint
Kelly tells us she vets thoroughly and is seeing Positive Growth from George: “We always pat down the bullies before entering our home to remove weapons. And John believes George is finally starting to fight back. We are so proud”.
Mrs. West shows us to the door with a fresh Brownie, and we couldn’t help but wonder if she were onto something. On the way out the door I slugged Georgie in the gut for good measure.
