The State of a Cheated Nation Address

My cheated people, my happy co-cheaters, it has been more than 7 fast years that passed and we're now reaping the economic boom that I promised to my lord who put me here, a cheating presidency. Economic boom to those who are here present bodily as well as in spirit for aren't thou art my co-cheats running this country. We would not stop we'll stay more focused on the economy. It was fast fast 7 years indeed. Many fast bucks had been made. Manny, hi Manny, palakpakin natin si Manny, he made so many fast bucks because of his fast very fast fists. Like ours, for we could never cheat without our fast hands. We're 7 steps ahead of our astoundingly astonished wannabe oppositions. Come 2010, this cheating presidency will be changed to a cheating parliament. There's no stopping the fast march to 1st World status by 2020. Well, we all cheaters should have gone to other 1st World countries by then. We leave this country to other cheaters. My lord says it so, this country is cursed. Imagine me a Spanish royalty running it. Some people get all the luck. I cannot wait to settle down in my motherland. I am done with this charade but yes you know I'm enjoying every minute of it like my papa and tito ferdie and other cheats before me. The pinoy bull is down on its broken legs and my last thrusts of the sword will surely put an end to its suffering. Join me my co-cheaters to finish this extra-patient fool's agony. Focus lang tayo sa economy. Ha, ha, ha, ha, !!!!! till next year. Mga ungas.

Ducut

One Pampangueno who made it super rich changed his name "Ducut" to Ducat. More apt. But a name does not change the smell. A rose by any name will smell as sweet. Still the name follows the inherent traits of the owner. That is history. From hereon your name will be "Peter" or "Paul" said the Lord to his disciples who were tasked to do great things. Zeny Ducut someday may change her name or never. For whatever name she might have, she already cast her lot with the powerful yet trashy names of her townmates. She'll always be associated with those names that history will judge in the not too faraway future. From hereon their name will be "Legion" for there are legions of them. They will be cast away to the pigs who'll go direct to the cliff. Not after wallowing in filth, though. "Turn away from evil, for the hour is coming," saith the Lord.

The Truth and The Lie

The truth was nailed on the cross but to those with faith, hope and love, filled their hearts. The lie was seated on a country's highest post but to those who believe the biggest lie so far, hope and love, flew from their hearts, and the poor were left with nothing but dole-outs amidst spins, photo-ops, economic and political crises, and disasters. To those who do not believe the lie that sits on the throne, hurry up, for as long as they can lie, the poor just go away meekly to search for the truth, suffer silently, or worse, maim and rape their own, jump from towers, die from disasters or by suicide. Those who believe the truth, hope and love, should move them to action. Although, the big lie will come to pass and the truth will set us free, we beseech you, creator of heaven and earth, take the big lie out, O Truth, now, we pray.

The Perfect Storm

Typhoon Frank baffled the trackers. The path it took made typhoon path tracking just a guessing game or just history telling the actual path was being told as it moved. The forecast path was wrong. The trackers should forecast alternative paths and identify the most likely to the least likely path the storm would take and say that all sailing activities are forbidden along these forecast paths. Elementary. Should all alternative forecast paths miss, close the weather bureau. The perfect storm caught everyone unawares. That is what it should be in the first place. Catch them sleeping, inflict the most damage. Break their will. Mow them down. Baffle them. Divide them. Typhoon Glow is another perfect storm. For both the victors and the vanquished. But do not be broken-hearted, don't lose heart, for these perfect storms, they too shall pass. Leaving a ghastly trail to learn from and if we do not learn, they are perfect storm indeed. Let's learn from the One who has overcome the world. His word will never pass away. The water He brings will eliminate thirst. Let's drink to that. In God we trust.

Ramdam na Ramdam na

Feel na feel. Feel it through the bones. The economic prosperity the country is undergoing courtesy of a leader by coup and cheating the elections who cares. Motorbikes, scholarships, showcases, etc., are being given away. Ramdam na ramdam na ang kaunlaran ng mga arrovo at kapuso, kakampi, at kapamilya. Damang dama naman ang kapighatian ng mga naiwanan sa pagbaha at paglubog ng barko. Kitang-kita ang pagalburuto ng mga mauunlad sa trahedyang nangyari. Bintangang ng bintangang taon-taon. Yan ang buhay dito sa bansang pinoy. Kaunlaran, kahirapan, kapighatian, naghahalo. Ramdam na ramdam na ang tililing sa bawat sulok. The one feeling it most, this mixture of emotions shouts the loudest. Steady Eddie. Erap sa Mahirap. GMA Cares. Why are we on the verge of breaking down? They are all the same. They live it up and we the unwashed die and cry. Year in year out. What a brave and maddeningly patient soul we are. Bangon na noypi.

SUVs and SOBs

The service utility vehicles in the power, water, transport, communications, food, housing, and other sectors controlled by government and big business, in cahoots with the SOBs are taking us the people for a ride. We remain oppressed, apathetic, glued to the soaps that are dished out everyday by the same SOBs. And so some dreamy, different, talented people in our own midst, become pastors, gambling and drug lords, boxers, actors, politicians, etc., to co-opt with the people in power to further burden us the unwashed, hand-to-mouth existing yet obedient poor citizens of this benighted land. Something gotta give. We go out to land the lowest kind of jobs in other countries just to get that elusive dollar. We rob banks. We deal and use drugs. We gamble. But more often we die without a fight. Caught in firefights. Waylaid by disasters. And yet we can afford to smile. One shining moment. Our smiles betray what we are really feeling deep inside us. A smile of surrender. Of course a smile means a lot. It says these heinous people are just temporary. Someday a man pure of heart will just save us like a Moses or Jesus that would come back. Meanwhile, the mess continues. If we don't start with ourselves. Bangon na noypi.

Mamamahayag

Peligroso ang mga mamamahayag. Kaya tapang at listo sa bawat galaw ay kailangan. Pero dumarating ang pagkakataon na mahina ang pangamoy o motor kaya napapasok ang mga peligro. Mayroon naman swerte at palaging nasasalba sa kapahamakan. Pwedeng paborito sila ng maykapangyarihan. Pwede rin naman maraming nakapaligid na bantay. Pero mayroon talagang dedikasyon o pagmamahal sa trabaho ang tumutulak kahit anong peligro ay susuhungin magawa lang ang trabaho. Mga mamamahayag sa palagay ko kahit liko o matuwid man ay may mga bayag. Maraming mamahayag ang namatay na sa regimeng kasalukuyan. Nakasalamuha ko na rin o nakita ang iba't ibang klaseng mamamahayag. Talagang tapang ng sikmura ang kailangan sa racket o dakilang hanapbuhay na to. Pero pangit pala sa tagalog ang journalist. Mamamahayag, parang hayagan lang ng hayagan di malayo sa kultura ng mga pinoy. Gusto lahat malaman. Saan punta? Karaniwan bati. Kaya tayong pinoy ay wala talagang maitatago. Pinakamababang hanapbuhay ay susuotan kahit nasan makapamuhay lang ng mahal sa buhay. Gayon din ang pinakalapastangan na gawain mamuhay lang parang hari. Mamamahayag. Tayo yon. Kung hindi sa salita. Mukha lang natin ay inihahayag na kung sino o ano tayong mga pinoy. Mamamahayag, hayagan na to' o aalma ka ba. Wala kana man binatbat. Si Ces meron, may balls yon kaya mabili sa mga lapastangan. Bandido man sa bundok, sa gobyerno o sa pribadong negosyo. Hayagan ng naglaladlad. Yan ang pinoy. Bangon na noypi.