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Confessions of a Bullying Dog-Eater

Ladies and gentlemen, I can no longer keep a secret. Given the temper of our times, I have to get this off my chest.

I have bullied and -- to make matters worse -- I have eaten dog.

I don’t care if this will open up an investigation at the Washington Post. I have to come clean. These are the facts -- to the best of my recollection, of course. (It’s been some time.)

The bullying incident occurred in 1957 when I was a 13-year-old ninth grader at Robert F. Wagner Sr. Junior High School 167 Manhattan. At that time I goaded Ernie Schaub -- a fellow student in the rapid advance class – into a fight and beat him up (sort of).

It may be have been more serious than the Romney incident as reported by the Post since, as I recall, Ernie was bloodied up a bit and may have had a broken nose, though I don’t remember any imputation of Ernie being gay -- or a “faggot” as we used to say in the “attractive” parlance of the time. In fact, Ernie, like a character out of Grease, wore his hair in a Frankie Avalon dip and affected the attitude of what we then called a “rock.”

Nevertheless, I bullied Ernie, at least for a short time. My mother was called into the principal’s office and I was suspended from school for a few days.

Phew! I’m glad I got that off my chest.

Now -- in the spirit of bipartisanship -- on to the dog-eating.