( "Magkaisa" playing in the b
background )
Yellow is the color of cowardice. And it is Cory Aquino's favorite color. The people are united she says, peaceful protest she says, the power of faith as evidenced by the nuns, by the rosaries, by the flowers, by the priests, smiling women, men, children, all gathered in the name of God and Peace and Unity and Progress and Equality. So we can never ever forget the important moment of unity, the government had the whole t
hing on our 500 peso bill:
So that whenever you buy something like a pirated DVD or VCD or paying a prostitute or a hitman or a host of other things, you will never ever forget the day when military tanks stopped, soldiers and people hugged, doves flew and Cory became our beloved President.
( "Magkaisa" still playing in the b
background )
L.L.L.L.L.L.L means Laban, right? Just who exactly are they fighting against? Marcos. The evil, corrupt, evil Marcos administration with its Martial Law and corrupt politicians and wanton disregard for human lives. With its killings of journalists and students and farmers and lawyers. Anybody associated with the Left. With Madame, beloved First Lady Imelda with her beautiful dresses and portraits by artists and of course - her fucking shoes. Lots and lots and lots of shoes. And jewels. Ooh let's not forget those pearls, diamonds, emeralds, rubies. Running out of breathe eh? Relax and breathe for a moment. If you're reading this in some cold, pleasant internet cafe, then good for you. You'll be breathing wonderful air. If you're reading this in your room, with your iMac laptop, with the air conditioner and television on, then you must be some rich son/daughter of a bitch whose father is either a high-ranking government official, a politician or a businessman. Then good for you. You'll be breathing wonderful air as well. If anyone of you rich faggots is reading this right now, may you burn eternally in Paradise with your white-robed, harp-playing Caucasian angels and your Saint Peter with his Pearly Gates and of course, let's not forget, your Catholic, male, all-powerful, all-knowing, wrathful, vengeful, and kind and wonderful God.
( " Magkaisa " still playing in the background )
Contrary to what you may have been taught at school, or told by your relative, the Philippines is not a democracy. What? I repeat, the Philippines, the Father/Motherland, the Pearl of the Orient Seas, the "pugad ng luha ko't dalita" is not a democracy. What's the difference between a Cojuangco or an Aquino or a Marcos? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. A Cojuangco is an Aquino is a Marcos is a Legarda is and a host of other cherished and holy last names. These are the families that own our country. Literally. These clans of hogs and pigs and hypocrites own the vast haciendas and farms of the country. And they only step on the country's soil during the Campaign and the Elections. Most of the time, they're on some trip around the world or something. And they own horses. Beautiful, wonderful horses whose only
use is as a seat for some holy, benevolent, rich ass. Horses worth more than the annual income of rural barrio. And these are the ones who have the audacity every election time to talk about equality and the virtues of democracy.
( Jesus Christ, this song is fucking annoying )
Again, Jesus Christ, why am I so angry? I'm 18 years old and most of the things I'm raving about here, happened before I was born. At the rate i'm going, I'll probably end up dead in just a few years. Ah, fuck that, I don't intend to live long. I just want some time to finish all this speaking of my mind then I can go to hell or anywhere. I think the problem is because I care. I care very much. My heart bleeds for this country. Every time I eat I think of how the army and police massacred those farmers and old people of Lapiang Malaya, Mendiola, Plaza Miranda, Hacienda Luisita. Hacienda Luisita. Hacienda Lui..
I am a kind, caring, loving, passionate, honest, helpful, decent individual who sincerely believes in God and his goodness and the government and its programs to help the poor. At least I used to be. Until I learned of how truly fucked up this country really is.
( " Magkaisa " singer shot by unknown gunman )
" Mankind shall never be Free until the last King is strangled by the entrails of the Last Priest"
I forgot where I picked that one up, but it's something that best describes how I feel right now. What I want is to see these rich bourgeoisie, fat with the blood they sucked from the poor, from their blatant deception of the masses, secured in their status by associations with the church and other religious organizations, owners of vast, powerful corporations, masters, leaders, gods, in this neocolonial country - what I want is to see them and their families, and their supporters and their associates and friends and priests - hanged, butchered, murdered, their entrails gushing out of their fat, white, pale, rich bodies. What I want is the complete and total annihilation of the ruling class, of their pets and those who claim their authority from some invisible creature who lives up there in the bright, beautiful, eternally peaceful sky/heaven/paradise, etc. etc.
( " Gunman identified as Karaangtawo Waypaglaom, to be executed tomorrow at exactly 9am to be attended by the ex - president herself, Madame Cory Aquino ")
The laws of the land are made by those who have interests to secure. The Laws and the Constitution are nothing but agreements between the rulers of how to milk the masses and this country.
And the masses, the exploited, the abused, the long-suffering ones have become blind and deaf and dumb and the few who can hear and see and understand, the activists and lawyers and journalists, those with hearts big enough to hear the pitiful cries of his countrymen, those who lose sleep thinking about how the Social Cancer can be cured, are shot, murdered, killed, their bodies found in some river somewhere, floating, bloated, disfigured and the people stand their on the bank and after the body is removed, they go home and watch Kris Aquino and admire her for her strength and courage and resilience because she's such a forgiving creature, because her basketball player of an nth husband bounced his balls some other place than the home court.
