The Moral of the Story

Mungo is a living example to the old saying, "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog." Mungo's real name is Mongkut Munger. Mongkut Munger is the toughest son of a bitch I've ever known. During his high school days Mungo was respected and feared but it didn't start out that way. Mungo was Thia descent. He stood 5'5" tall and he weighed 135 lbs soaking wet. Mungo was a Muay Thia fighter in Thialand who started at the age of 7. When Mungo was 15 his parents were killed in a car accident. They were workers and the US embassy. Mungo was then adopted by an American family who was stationed at the embassy. Mungo's father was a US Marine and security chief there. Mungo's parents the Kitsuwans were close friends with the Mungers. It was there final wish that Mungo be adopted by the Mungers and so it came to be.

There were a lot of bigots in my high school as the county was a Republican stronghold. Not only was Mungo short and Asian, he was also dark complected. They may as well just put a sign on his back that read,"KICK ME." For several months some of the asshole jocks and the popular kids were giving Mungo shit. He was being bullied but his Buddhist training would not allow him to throw a punch in anger. So the bullying continued. The nerds and the artsy kids liked Mungo and they were very welcoming to him but like everyone else, they did not know that Mungo was a skilled fighter.

Kids raised in Republican families are usually assholes and bullies. This was no exception at our school. They often had asshole privilege.

Mungo was friends with a hearing impaired boy named Dominick. Dominick was also picked on by the assholes. Dominick is a skilled and sought after graphic artist today.

During a class change at 3rd period Mungo witnessed some football jocks picking on Dominick. They had him cornered on the 2nd floor landing and they were roughing him up. Mungo and I intervened. The biggest jock focused on Mungo. BIG MISTAKE.  As soon as he his hands on Mungo Mungo attacked with a kick square in the punk's chest. which sent him down the flight of stairs.  Another jock attacked after seeing his jock buddy out cold on the floor and received a knee in the balls for it. I was in awe. Some of the girls clapped. The other two jocks took off running.

After they had licked their wounds, one of them decided to try Mungo again in a more formal fight after school on the soccer field. Mungo tried bowing out of the fight but we talked him into showing up for the fight. Mungo was fearless and the jocks were foolish. The thought Mungo got lucky the first time. They still didn't know what they are up against.

Three camps arrived at the soccer field - the jocks' camp, our camp and some kids that just wanted see a fight. Mungo was up against a kid who was 6'3" tall 225 lbs and full of steroids.  About a second after they squared off Mungo unleashed a powerful leg kick to the jock's knee joint and then smiled and said, "Big target!" The jock was hurting. He took a wild swing at Mungo and missed wildly. Mungo countered with a step in right hook which broke the jock's nose. There was blood everywhere. Mungo said, "You're too slow."

One of the other jock shouted, "Tackle that gook!" but Mungo was too quick and the jock reeling from the busted nose and the slightly dislocated knee, missed the tackle badly. Mung then said, "Stay down fool." The fool did not stay down and as he was getting up Mungo gave him a kick to the head and knocked him out.

Mungo then said to the other jocks, "Who's next?" and when none of them stepped forward Mungo shouted, "Cowards!" Show the grace and humility common among Thais, Mungo checked on his badly defeated foe while he was regaining consciousness. Mungo told the punk that he had taken it easy on him and that he would be wise to have his jock buddies to stop fucking with our friends.

The jock spent two days in the hospital for a concussion. He showed up to school on Monday with with two black eyes, and wearing a knee brace.  Mungo was arrested for assault and released to his parents. It turns out that the jock's uncle was an assistant DA. At the preliminary hearing the judge threw out the case because they were both minors and it was mutual combat. We later found out that one of our teachers had filled the judge in what an asshole the jock and his jock buddies had been to Mungo and his friends. The judge looked at the charges and the photos of the jock. Then he looked at 5'5" Mungo and then the 6'3" jock. The judge asked the prosecutor, "Are you saying that little fella did all that damage to this big lug in a fair fight. It looks to me like justice was done." and before the prosecutor could utter word the judge said, "Case dismissed. And don't clutter my court with anything like this again."

The Moral Of The Story

Don't take shit from anyone and the only surefire way to stop a punk and a bully is by beating the shit out of them.

Corporate gangs are comprised of shameless amoral and immoral punks and bullies who will never do the right thing out of a sense of morality.  You can't shame the shameless but you can keep them in fear by shining the light of day on them and that will keep them in a virtual prison. The more the truth is known about corporate gangsters the more fearful they will become.

We need to think of legal ways on how to take these bastards down. I say this because I am lawful good, but if you are chaotic good I will not force my type of morality on to you.