A Commissioning Government

There's a sequel to the Glorietta Blast. It is now in the drawing board. Or is it not being sniffed now by sensitive noses? It's not going to be a big explosion. Yet, it will make the little devil laugh happily this time around. Pardon to those who lost their dear ones. We ordinary people are really the victims in whatever sinister things the plotters are in store. They only think about themselves. Cheats after cheats, thieves after thieves, we have been led. We seem to not mind it at all. We're an inconsequential race. No country is taking us seriously. They know we'd abandon this hapless country at the first chance we get. Our leaders will do it too but not after bleeding it dry. Think about it. Isn't it time we bump our heads on the wall? We have nothing to show but trash after trash after trash. And soon these gases from the gargantuan heap of trash will explode but it will just be a deafening devil's laugh. Because we never really do something for our country. "Whatever you do to the least of these you do it for me." Leaders only do things for themselves. The poor keep on multiplying. Our form of government is commissarial. The highest commissioners are the gambling, drug lord-imposed leaders and their kith and kin. We give them commissions through taxes and gambling bets. We get back commissions by snatching cellphones, doing drugs, or killing for the money. Laugh little devil, keep on laughing as the gases leak.