Karma is the best teacher
The house that I grew up in backed onto an old stately home which was owned by the council. During the time we lived at that house the stately home went through many various uses. At one time it was a hospice, then an old people’s home and then, for about three years, was a day centre for the handicapped. I was about 10 at this time – my brother was about 18.

Everyday the kids and adults would arrive in their yellow bus and spend the day playing games and learning life skills with their friends. During the summer I would often jump over my fence and play football with the more able bodied. Once in the winter we had a massive snow fight. I became friendly with a lot of them (and still am) and was allowed to join in the games and help the care workers. They may have had a tough break in life but they were lovely people with the biggest hearts I have ever known.

My brother on the other hand was a complete cunt to them.

At every possible occasion he would gleefully shout out spastics, window lickers etc. He would spend his days finding new and inventive ways to upset them for his own enjoyment. It started off with verbal abuse but it finished quite seriously. Once – around Guy Fawkes – he through a load of bangers over the fence as they were getting into their bus. The resulting bangs scared the crap out of them and they all run in different directions, some screaming and crying, and hid. It took the poor workers hours to get them all calm and on the bus.
My brother was quite obsessed with paintball. As there were no organized events at the time you had to buy your own gun and meet in some random field. He saved his money and brought the top of the range gun. The thing was he wasn’t the best shot. So he decided that the best way to practice was to sniper the disabled from his bedroom window as they got off the bus.
The police were called and he got a dressing down from my parents. For some reason in his twisted logic he decided that this was the “spastics” fault and he would get revenge.

It was announced that the centre would be closed as the council wanted to build flats on the site and they had a large party one day so they could all say goodbye to each other. My brother ruined the party. He spent the day chucking water bombs over the fence – playing Led Zepplin so loud that they couldn’t hear there party songs – shouting abuse – spraying the hose over the fence and generally being a cunt in the highest order.
His reasoning to all this was “I fucking hate mongs”.


So where is the Karma…..

Well my brother had his first child last year. And guess what!!!
( KISS.ME.WHERE.I.POO Signed the sex offenders register on, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 19:54, 7 replies)

was it ginger?

( willenium Fist bump for verification, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 20:09, closed)

^^^^ excellent stuff
but seriously, what uber literal karma! may i ask what his opinions on the subject are now?
(bacontrout got ska, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 21:10, closed)

Karma
Beautiful karma
(Pointless as a chavs bathroom, Sat 23 Feb 2008, 11:52, closed)

I know it's a little wrong, but...
LOL
(MJPerry was crude but clickable at, Sat 23 Feb 2008, 15:35, closed)

He has changed
I think having a child changes you completely - no matter what the child is/has/hasnt. My brother is now doing charity runs to help raise money for the scope.

Karma is the best teacher!!
( KISS.ME.WHERE.I.POO Signed the sex offenders register on, Sat 23 Feb 2008, 17:51, closed)

FANTASTIC
Clicky
(kitescreech still here, Sun 24 Feb 2008, 20:01, closed)

That is fucking harsh!
I hope he's revisited his shitheaded attitudes and his offspring is happy & loved.
( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Sun 24 Feb 2008, 20:17, closed)