The Antisocial Manifesto: A Novel Volume 2

The Antisocial Manifesto:

A Bipolar Perspective on Dissent from Society

A Novel

Volume 2

Bill Mehalus

Copyright © 2013 by Bill Mehalus

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CONTENTS

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

In The Grand Scheme of Things

Special Thanks:

To my ex-wife. To my most loyal dog, Max. To my other dogs: Sigmund Siggy, Nero, and Tutter. To my family & fiends, and to the good people of Taiwan

Thanks:

To Galileo and your character, Simplicio who demonstrated the ignorance of the Faith. To Thomas Paine for suffering incarceration by speaking out against organized religion. To America’s Founding Fathers: John Coles, George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Ethan Allen, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison for your adamant disapproval of the incorporation of Jesus into the U.S. Constitution. To Friedrich Nietzsche for your blatant attacks upon the Church. To Richard Dawkins for all your witty quips against religion in your books and your outright attack in The God Delusion. To Sam Harris for your caustic approach towards the religious minded, to Robin Morgan for exploration of the U.S. Constitution and creating Fighting Words in defense. To Dan Brown for your piece of faction that raised so much hell. To Dr. Jack Kessler for actively combating the Monotheists in pursuit of stem cell research. To Korn for the wild fury and energy in your music. Finally, to Dr. Jacob Jack Kevorkian, you are a martyr for the cause of modern humanity.

Now, if you all will allow me among you, I’ll gladly bring man’s first weapon and tool to the party with a desire to focus it upon my religious enemies: I am Prometheus and I bring the gift of fire!

PREFACE

ANTISOCIAL MANIFESTO, VOLUME 1

CHAPTER 19

Revisited

(1993)

I could swim and I could repel. We became a group of Infantry Raiders. That was our forte, we raided. We came from the ocean late at night, climbed a cliff and then fucked you up. Typically we had a SEAL and Force Reconnaissance group attached to us whom would do the nitty-gritty right on site as we provided cover and then we would burn the place to the ground.

At first, we began a 6-month train-up for a simple/standard deployment to Okinawa, but in mid-October, all that changed. A group of Army Rangers, Special Forces, and 10th Mountain ran into some trouble in the city of Mogadishu, Somalia. The city formed a giant collective mind, decided to stand up for themselves, and retaliated against American forces. While it was a terrible event for these guys, it was a disgrace in the eyes of America. How could the almighty American Armed Forces (Army) lose a battle against a bunch of unorganized and untrained Africans? It was like the Watts Riots all over again, but this time in Africa. It became chaos and the warfare was completely unconventional with the use of guerilla tactics. Close quarters combat/house to house fighting hadn’t happened in decades and here it was again in our face and we (the United States Armed Forces) were unprepared. The casualty rate of this type of fighting is stated to be nearly 75% and after this fiasco, it appeared to be accurate.

And as I said, our train-up for Okinawa changed overnight. Within the same week of the report following this event, our unit was slotted to go to Somalia. The Marines had not been there for several months. They were the initial ground unit in 1992, but when things appeared to be calming down between the clans, the Marines left. And that’s when the confidence of the three fighting clans blossomed. And we…well, we were excited. We couldn’t wait to get there and kill people and we didn’t care who we killed, so long as we killed. But we would have to wait a few grueling months as we underwent some arduous training with a SEAL team and a Marine Reconnaissance and Force Reconnaissance Unit. This was going to be a no-bullshit deployment. Or so we believed it to be, as veterans from previous deployments ingrained into our heads.

CHAPTER 1

(1994)

SUBJ LOCATION: CAMP PENDLETON, CA; SINGAPORE; MOGADISHU & KISMAYO, SOMALIA; MOMBASA, KENYA; BUJUMBURA, BURUNDI-RWANDA BORDER; PERTH, AUSTRALIA; HONOLULU, HA.

UNRELATED EVENTS: U.S. MARINES ARE RETURNED TO SOMALIA, BOSNIAN SERB MORTAR SHELL KILLS 68 CIVILIANS, THE SCREAM IS STOLEN IN OSLO, US TROOPS ARE WITHDRAWN FROM SOMALIA, U.S. MARINES EVACUATE AMERICANS FROM RWANDA/BURUNDI BORDER, O.J. SIMPSON ARRESTED FOR MURDER, KURT COBAIN FOUND DEAD, SITCOM FRIENDS PREMIERS, FOURTY-EIGHT MEMBERS OF THE ORDER OF THE SOLAR TEMPLE CULT COMMIT SUICIDE, TWENTY-TWO BODIES FOUND ON PROPERTY OF FRED AND ROSE WEST, NETSCAPE NAVIGATOR 1.0 IS RELEASED, CIVIL UNIONS BETWEEN HOMOSEXUALS IS LEGALIZED IN SWEDEN, POPULATION REACHES 5,605,400,000. STOP.

"And the country which was enough to support the original inhabitants will be too small now, and not enough?......Then a slice of our neighbours’ [sic] land will be wanted by us for pasture and tillage, and they will want a slice of ours, if, like ourselves, they exceed the limit of necessity, and give themselves up to the unlimited accumulation of wealth?......And so we shall go to war, Glaucon. Shall we not?"

-Socrates, 470-399 B.C.

I wanted to become more physically powerful. Boot camp and the first 18 months of marine corps training instilled so much confidence in me for once in my life and I wanted more. I went down to Mexico, found a pharmacy and purchased a bottle of bull testosterone. A friend and I bought it together and we devoted ourselves to the gym every night after training. I became stronger than I ever had. At the peak, I went from being able to bench 170 lbs. one time to 225 once (with my confidence-builder spotter, of course). We did this for three months. Since we were going to Somalia, the training would become more tense, so the ‘juice’ gave me some extra ‘umph’ while making me even stronger. I wanted to become bulletproof. This was also the chance I had been waiting for. This was my chance to prove myself in combat. Die if I need to, but I had better be awarded a Bronze Star and perhaps a Purple Heart. The Purple Heart: a medal every troop wants to wear and live to talk about, but a medal no troop really wants to earn. It’s true.

After 6 months of intense training, we boarded ship and headed to Somalia. Half of our NCO’s had been veterans of the first Gulf War. But we all believed that this one would be different. This one was to be unconventional, guerilla warfare. We were eager to kill. We were like a premature ejaculation, ready to explode in any direction so long as we got a piece of it. And here we were, in all our glory.

However, there was one last major exercise we had to complete before deployment. It was on this exercise, I would learn discipline and what happens when you don’t have it all the time. Corporal P was my team leader. He was also second in command of our squad. We nicknamed him The Terminator (1) because he was as big as an ox, (2) because he was as strong as an ox, (3) because he followed orders without question and would execute on command, like a machine. I swear, he was a descendant of the Neanderthals. You didn’t want to be on his bad side. So, as you could imagine, I managed to see what his bad side was all about. I’m hard-headed. Always have been.

We were reaching the end of a long pre-deployment exercise. We had been out in the field for….for I don’t know how long. We were conducting a long…long range patrol. Our squad, a little one, composed of 10 people including my friend, Doc, were on the edges of Camp Pendleton. I think we might have been lost. What’s more, we were all out of water. We called in for a resupply, but it didn’t happen. Now, I’m like a camel. I thrive in the desert. I’m from Texas. I know heat and thirst. But this was beyond what I was accustomed to. Finally, along the patrol, we came across a murky pit of water. We filled our canteens and dropped our iodine tabs in. What sucked was that you needed to wait about 30 minutes for the iodine to clean everything. So here’s this water, cold water, sitting at my feet and I couldn’t drink it. I really don’t remember what was worse, staring at water you can’t drink or looking for water you can’t find.

Once we were hydrated, we continued the patrol. We dropped gear in a heavily weeded area and formed a silent, hasty circle. I was deposited in the prone position, weapon pointed outboard and directly at a densely weeded area as tall as 6 to 7 feet. I couldn’t see through it and I couldn’t see above it. It was like facing a wall. If anyone were to try to sneak up on us, I would hear them a mile away before I saw them, even if I was asleep. Consequently, I rested my head upon the butt stock of my weapon and tried to give the appearance that I was doing what I was instructed to do while trying the catch a little shut-eye.

It was about this time there was a loud knock at the door upon my head. What the fuck? Someone threw a rock at me. I looked back and there he was. The Ox. He was glaring at me like an angry gorilla. He signaled me with hand and arm signals to stay awake. I nodded and gave him the thumbs-up as if I was going to comply with this. Fuck, we had been up for several days. I was exhausted. And slowly, but surely, my head sank again upon my butt-stock. I really couldn’t help it this time. I really tried to keep my eyes open. And then…..at that moment, an earthquake struck our position….or so it would seem. Everything happened so fast. I heard the ground pounding near me. It shook and I lay flat to keep my balance. What’s happening? By god man, we’re in trouble. The sky is falling, for fuck sake.

But this was no earthquake. The Neanderthal was moving and he was coming for his prey. His oversized and mighty brow was contorted with anger. Smoke screamed from his nostrils like a demonic bull. And he…IT…was coming for me. Fuuuuck….was all I could think. I farted. With the look of fear in my eyes, I felt IT grab me by the shoulder harness of my deuce gear. And with one hand, my entire body was lifted off the ground and slammed upon my back. It was a scene out of Popeye, like when he would eat his spinach then take Pluto by the hand and smash him back and forth over his head and unto the ground. After I managed to regain my bearings, the ape slammed a knee down into my chest and with a growl asked the silliest question…or so it appeared to be silly,