CHAPTER NINETEEN

THE FOOLS AND THEIR EMPTY ARROGANCE

I had been in the Philippines since I was a child. I notice they are being manipulated by the Americans thus these fools think the Americans are here to help them. This is the worst fallacies that these monkeys hadn't notice.

To the Americans, here is their logic. When it is in their field, when they commit crimes it is correct and cannot be punished. When it is not on their field, their political opponents committed crimes then it is wrong. It is okay for them to commit mistakes and crimes. This is the fallacy in the logic of the American Dream. 

I was heading for Muntinlupa at that time fetching my girlfriend. 

There was a group of Filipino just a few seats away from my seat. He was bragging by raising the volume of his voice and thus answered his phone. He was with his peers I think was one of the personnel of the Marines. They were wearing simple shirts. 

He was bragging about his cousin in the American soil. He also said how he wish he could work in California. He kept on saying how Paquiao lived as a boxer. Little did they know how much punches did he take before he became a local icon in Boxing. 'Fools!' I thought. 

We were dropped off by the bus just on the way to Festival Mall. I went to the place I am going and thus I notice a group of Americans with blond hair followed them to the Mall. I was Buying some food for me to eat in the Jeepney when I saw the door just slammed and the two groups of men are inside the restroom. 

One of the American GIs are on the lookout on the door and the rest of them surrounded the Filipino soldiers locked in the restroom. The body size of the American GI was twice my size but I can overpower him by using the advance martial arts my mentor taught me. I feinted the fist and kicked him on the groin. The American GI fell to the ground touching his painful groin after I kicked it hard. 

I sarcastically joked,"Stay down! Boy!"

I pulled out my gun and pointed it to his back. He was forced to do my will because he knew the gun was real. I pulled out the recorder I was asked to always bring with by my superior officer. I recorded the conversations they had inside the rest room. 

I knew he was gonna shout to warn his fellow GIs but I never gave an opportunity. I slammed the butt of the gun in his face and knock him unconscious. I pulled him in the staff room where they place the mops. I was well aware that the grounds are rounded by the guards. So I made sure they are not aware of the activity surrounding the rest room.

I left the rest room area front door and made sure they didn't notice me.

The Janitor in Festival was surprised when he opened the door and found out there was an unconscious American. Before the guards arrived and the targets alarmed got out of the rest room. I already left the scene heading to the jeepney to fetch my girlfriend.

The next day I submitted the recorded conversation to the elders of the Circle.