Clifford Meth's blog Everyone's Wrong and I'm Right swinged into high gear last week when he posted a story about coaching his son to contend with a school bully. All this to the background of the simultaneous birth of his new baby girl. His handling of the school administrators evoked a flood of reactions from industry professionals including Stan Lee, Adam-Troy Castro, Jim Salicrup, Marv Wolfman, Adrienne Colan, Paty Cockrum, Rufus Dayglo, and Herb Trimpe.

"This is a very serious issue," said the principal.

"I couldn't agree more," I said. "Your administration is guilty of gross negligence. That's about as serious as it gets." I wasn't posturing--my pal Leo Klein of the New York Bar Association had secured a top criminal lawyer for me out of Morristown, a former prosecutor who saw so much merit in my son's story that he was willing to take the case pro-bono. I was ready to hit the yeshiva in the belly with a serious complaint if they pushed me too far.

"We can't condone fighting, Mr. Meth," said the rabbi--the one I'd put on notice four weeks earlier. "We're going to have to suspend your son for a day."

"That's what I was hoping," I said. "It will give him time to play with his new X-Box -- the one I'm buying for him as a reward for taking out the bully. I'm not going to let him feel punished for even one moment."

Clifford's industry friends didn't tarry in responding favorably to the dark fiction writer who blurs the lines between the fictional worlds he writes of and the reality he lives. I also chimed in to the blog, commenting with my own childhood bully story.

When I was your son's age, and upon arriving into a new neighborhood on the seam between a predominantly black housing project and predominantly white regular houses, closer to the inner city of Detroit, during my first few days there, I was stopped by a big black boy who wanted to take my neighbor's bike which I was riding. I told him it wasn't mine and I couldn't give it to him. He then warned me that if I didn't give it to him, he'd have to punch me out. So I repeated that it wasn't mine and that he could punch me out if he wanted to, but I couldn't give him the bike. This must have truly bewildered him because as he cocked his arm for the punch and let loose, he lost all the staged umph he had been posturing and landed a soft punch on my belly which wouldn't have awakened a dosing mosquito. Frustrated from the situation, he just turned around and went on his way.

I believe that when the story of this incident spread into the neighborhood, all the kids, black and white, realized that it doesn't behoove anyone to mess with me. Within a few weeks, the black bully and I became the best of friends. and for some strange reason, I became the only guy in that neighborhood who was able to play with both the black and the white kids.

Now I know if this was a Jewish neighborhood, the Yeshiva kids might not have let me off the hook so fast for such an erratic and unconventional display in the face of bullies. Thank God for small favors.

The main thing is that your boy has gained one fine experience about life and intestinal fortitude... and you have a blog that is gathering together the exiled and dispersed of the Marvel Bullpen and comics community from the four corners of the Earth.

Congratulations and remember we're keeping tabs on you, so keep it lively and always stand up like a hero... and don't let anybody take your bike!