Every once in awhile, I'm reminded of how clairvoyant Vonnegut was in "Harrison Bergeron." Other stuff comes my way that reminds me how glad I am to be from the South, because there are some things that would never, ever, happen in the South. I should start a list of "Stuff That Wouldn't Happen in the South." Maybe I'll start keeping a list over on the right side. First entry, a particularly chickenshit bit of homecooking from Connecticut youth baseball.
Why would this not happen in the South? He would be respected by his peers and their parents, not feared.