The Waray tribe are especially known for their very strong and aggressive women. Back in the Philippine-American War a unit of American soldiers were hacked to death with only a few men escaping death by machete and bolo type weapons, called Talibongs and Binagongs, weapons of choice of the Waray. One survivor who hid under the hacked bodies of other soldiers reported that the women of the village finished off the wounded with their smaller blades. Even other Filipinos will tell you "don't mess with a Waray, especially a woman!"
The “Firehouse” was one of the top bars in the Mabini/Del Pilar area, the major bar/club area at the time in 1980. FIVE go-go dancers made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. The bar girls of the Firehouse knew me very well, I had brought in actors and crew members from films since 1976 after "Apocalypse Now" filming had ended. The American owner’s girlfriend knew me because I was free with my ‘ladies drinks’ and tips.
The ‘bar fine’ to take a bargirl out the rest of the night was 150 pesos (for the Bar) plus 150 for the girl’s services. The total of 300 pesos was the equivalent of $30 dollars. Now 25 years later it is actually only double, about $66 dollars, in Angeles City where most bars were moved by the Mayor of Manila. It is reported to me by a certain unnamed source who was ‘researching’ in winter of 2010 and was making the rounds of nations that have ‘sex tours’.
When I was young I helped a friend, Mike in a 'protection racket' Junior High. So soon, when the occasion arose, I protected the girls from some ‘over the top’ jerks/*ssholes who made the mistake to mistreat them, or fail to pay them the agreed amount. I beat the hell out of some who physically hit or hurt them because one thing I will NOT abide with is a bully or sadistic SOB. I am a Recon Marine who follows a code: "Your best Friend-or your Worst Enemy". The youngest one told me that I was like her protecting ‘angel’ after one incident when two idiots Europeans roughed her up and stole her purse, I went to the bar with her and there they were, sitting at a table. I walked up with her, then just started hitting them in rage after they laughed at her. She saw her purse in the booth, picked it up and we walked calmly out.
From the Literature Network: Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. Search, Read, Study, Discuss.
The book of “Don Quixote de La Mancha” by Miguel de Cervantes was a favorite of mine when I was young, go figure! It is perhaps due to my attitude when I was a half-breed boy growing up in the streets of Seoul, South Korea, that I did not put up with crap from even bigger boys. I was filled with anger and would ‘snap’ in rage at any provocation. Some thought I was filled with demonic rage (or as my younger brother David might say Multiple Personalities not just Split-Personality). Psychologists would have some great time ‘analyzing me’ and I have gone through some ‘deliverance’ (Wait for the book!).