That sounds exactly right. A playground bully is exactly what he is. And Canada and Mexico are responding appropriately. I was 11 years old in my first year of high school, bespectacled, nerdish and a bit chubby, so of course I had bullies. For months, I hid every time I saw them coming. One day the head bully, a weaselly little twerp, cornered me with his sidekicks and I had nowhere to hide, so I yelled in his face, pushed him to the ground, and walked away. I guess word got around because the vultures, as I called them, left me alone after that. You have to stand up to bullies and that makes them shrink back under their rocks.