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March 23rd, 2007

Let us wet GMA's face with our spurt!
POSTED AT 02:11 PM

True: Man does not live by bread alone. Truer: I prefer cake over plain bread. Truest: The cake costs more than the plain bread.

 

Marie Antoinette was guillotined by her own people in the French Revolution because of treason. One thing that sparked the revulsion of the common people was when the Queen allegedly advised the poor to eat cake, in lieu of bread, at the height of the intolerable hunger they experienced. I learned that from a trivia channel in MIRC, and now I see the perfect opportunity to relate this piece of history with the latest blunder GMA and her team of cretins have publicly committed. The elf, parroted by her spokesperson, puts the blame on the poor by saying that hunger is not always the consequence of poverty, the vice and spending patterns is more likely to be the culprit. Cut down on cigarettes and alcohols or even on texting so you can fend for your family, Bunye suggested.

 

The resemblance of GMA and Marie Antoinette is not very apparent. The latter is raised almost fairy-taleishly in royal customs, the former is a son of a poor who must have known what it felt to be a poor. The latter made an honest mistake perhaps because of her ignorance of the poverty that plagued her people, the former is an economist who continues to plague her people with brazen lies about the state of the nation and is now up to blame the poor for the inadequacy her government is answerable of.

 

A recent SWS survey reveals that 19 percent of the Filipino people, roughly about one in every five, have experienced hunger at least once in the past three months. The dogdamned elf, insulted at the criticisms that her administration fails to address that issue, further added that the survey is misleading and is malicious to some extent. She said that the question might have been misinterpreted by the respondents since it was simply about missing meals, which anybody, rich or poor, could have experienced. She too missed at least one meal for the last three months. But of course, who in the hell couldn’t miss one?

 

Skipping some meals does not mean one is poor, I agree. Because the rich is skipping their meal also, but not because they cannot provide for food, it is probably because of their business, the constraints of time, religion (fasting), health and fashion (diet) that they tend to miss a meal.

 

I doubt that Mary Antoinette ever missed one. But that is beside the point. GMA tried to clear her government of the culpability, that’s the most obvious of all. And I hope that the people will get tired of being screwed continuously. I hope they shall take up arms, like the French against their calloused ruler, (in our case it wasn’t just misrule, but a misrule from someone who has not the right to rule at all) and resort to violent means to topple this hell and the demons around it.  

 

“Give the hungry some tasty cake I had last night for dinner, Marie Antoinette could have said that without sarcastic undertones”. “You shouldn’t have bought a cake when pandesal could save the day, GMA may not have stated but she clearly suggested that. “The people are to be blamed for their hunger, I am doing my job and they are doing their vices”.

 

Meanwhile, I wrote a personal letter to GMA in response to this issue and I hope this will get to her office.

 

Dear Effing Elf,

 

 

Being sick is both for the poor and the rich as death is for the poor and the rich. But being a plunderer is only for the powerful; being a tyrant is only for the greed; being a cheater is only for those who can afford the military, the LGU, the teachers, the Comelec officials and all the devils there are.

 

On the other hand, being cheated is only for the masses; being raped is only for the weak; being snatched of property and liberty is only for the unarmed, being hungry or even famished is only for the poor.

 

Now tell me, what do you mean by poverty? You are not poor but in the soul.

 

Now tell me, how do you mean by hunger? Do you mean power-hunger? Do you mean insatiability by hunger?

 

You might have skipped your meals because you and your family are so much busy feasting on the larger meal which is the nation's bucket. You might have skipped a meal or two because you are too busy propagating a good image while your people cringe from the terror wrought by your gunmen. Your face itself is terror, but never mind the face, just mind your scruples or your lack of it.

 

I spit in your face. No, more than that--- I cum in your face. You are sucking us with delight, so let us wet your face with our jizz. You're taking away all our hopes leaving us poorer, empty-handed in desperation. We jerk off in front of your ugly face; let every ounce of spurt remind you of the whore you had been. We shit on your head; let the stink remind you of the rot in your government. You do not deserve a diplomatic opposition, you get away with your crime easily by twisting the laws you have sworn to protect. You do not deserve an honorable foe; you deserve a shit-slinging mob.

 

I am one with the mob, effing elf.

Currently listening to: sixpence none the richer
Currently reading: Lacan
Currently watching: none.
Currently feeling: Makabayan

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March 22nd, 2007

Of Folklores And Thunder
POSTED AT 11:13 PM

Because I have my left leg swollen like hell, I’m sad. I’m not sad anymore that I’ve lost my phone to electronic-repair malpractice. The fact that hundreds of patients die everyday due to medical malpractice somehow gives me relief. Had I been the phone, I could have lost more, I mean everything. My left leg is not everything to me, but it is more than the phone plus the right leg. I can manage to walk with a crippled right leg, I know because I’ve been through that several times. It may sound funny but that’s a proven fact, at least in me.

 

Three days and counting, I am starting to feel anxious about the nature of this injury. My mother too is close to being convinced that this is more than simpleng pilay. So she considers the help of a hilot or a tawas. That brings me to sadness. Because my mother, amidst the fast-changing internet generation, is still stuck to the antiquity of unfounded folklores. I told her: “Ma, I don’t want to be another Armando Castro.” She said, “what Armando Castro are you talking about? Your knowledge of trivial history won’t cure you!” And then I answered back irascibly, “at least such knowledge can prevent me from being killed”. “Sometimes, reluctance can kill”, she concluded. After that, she turned a deaf ear to my screaming from the room because of pain.

 

I demand a hospital confinement.

 

 

Now here’s a poem I’ve been meaning to write since I developed keraunophobia. Keraunophobia, says Wikipedia, is the morbid fear of thunder and lightning. I specifically fear the thunder, especially when it is rolled in the key of F.

 

paano pipigilan ang kulog

lolito go

 

may katahimikang namamahay sa dilim ng gabi

na sa isang iglap ay

nabasag

nang mabitiwan ko ang bitbit na tasang

may lamang hihiguping kape.

.

kumulog, kumidlat. kumislot ang

ugat. at muli pa

nanumbalik sa alaala ang tutang

napaslang ng initsa kong plapla

nitong nagdaang bagong taon

mula noon,

 

lagi na akong takot sa kulog

sa kalatog, sa alinmang pumuputok

o sumasabog.

 

at nang makita ko ang mga bubog

sa sahig, hindi ko maiwasang maalaala

ang nagkadurog-durog na buto

ng kawawang aso.

ang basag niyang bungong

umuusok.

 

nagmantsa na yata sa gunita

ang dugo ng apdo. ang atay at bituka.

ang amoy ng pulbura. nagmantsa na yata

ang halakhak ng lasing. ang hagikhik

ng watusi. ang palahaw ng kuwitis.

sabi ko, lilipas din ito tulad ni nora aunor

na naglahong parang talang nalagot.

 

matatahimik din ako.

matatahimik din ako.

 

matatahimik din ang tuta.

lalo pa’t  tinipon ko siya

noong malagim na tagpong iyon

ang mga piraso ng kanyang

madugong bangkay

ay maingat kong pinulot

at isinilid sa kahon. sabi ng matanda

pagtirikan ko raw ng kandila sa kalsada

at pagkatapos ay bigyan ng disenteng libing.

sa gayo’y matatahimik siya

at hindi na tatahol pa

sa aking paghimbing. subalit,

 

hindi. hindi pala ganoon kadali.

 

kumulog na naman

kagabi..

 

 

What? This is not about keraunophobia, dear bum. This is more of paranoiah.

 

Well, yeah.

 

Currently listening to: Jake Shimabukuro
Currently watching: Daisy Siete. (seriously)
Currently feeling: kating-kating gumala

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