Post-Election Gory Mood

After a crucial circus of an election, what is there to expect of pinoys who had 300 years in the convent/seminary, 50 years in Hollywood, and 5 years in a karaoke bar? A bedlam, a suspenseful delayed but known-in-advance results (almost), more disappearances and killings, all of the above including outrageous things one can think of. This easily thought at background is actually too tame, tactful pun thrown at our cruel colonizers. What actually happened that destroyed our sense of identity, damaged our culture, left us with a traumatic scar that won't heal for eons of time is somewhat like this; The Spanish matadors dazed us with a red-colored cloth that kept us lounging till we're tired and exhausted then received the coup-de-gras, a fierce piercing on the back that dropped us on all fours, made our eyes rolled, noses ran, then like the bull, pitifully gave-up the dream chase of a colorful magical come-on by dying a slow, cruel death. The American GIs mistaking us for black monkeys and wild boars roaming the streets, shot at and slaughtered us. The imperial Japanese sliced and made sushi and sashimi out of us like freshly caught fish. For a span of almost 400 years these horrible things plus the impregnating of our beautiful female species made us what we are today. The elite who by traditional hobnobbing with those who colonized us learned to follow their tricks that kept us subverted and exploited. We are groping for more cruelties, insults, and whatever inhuman acts we have been subjected for hundreds of years. Our supposed leaders and emancipators, injected with the blood of our past colonizers, perpetuated these inhuman acts in ruling us. We have remained poor and hungry. We just lost our heads when we suddenly reached the stage of leading our beautiful, beguiled but enchantingly cursed motherland. We cannot get out of this bottomless pit till we learn the art of martyrdom of our Arab friends. We should start bombing ourselves together with the arrogant smirking leaders of our times. Shred ourselves to smithereens and take our souls to the other worlds. The elites' to hell, the martyrs' to paradise. Or the other way around, does not really matter. We might as well taste the real thing as the modern day tyrants ruling this forlorn land think they can live like angels amidst a burning hell. -cheviot muhammad-