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Atop the Tiger

2008-08-13T16:51:00.000-07:00

It was easy mounting. Thus far, so good. Exhilarating turbulent ride. Riders need not worry at the moment. The kitty bursting with flesh and blood. The tiger is reined in perfectly. No end in sight. The limit is near but the tiger is tireless. Just up the ante. The tiger will gobble up everything on its path. There'll be no term limit. The riders may see the finish line but the tiger's blinders are working pretty well. They might just be running another lap again and again and again. The ride has produced wealth and stink beyond one's imagination. There's no sense in alighting from a mount that gives unheard of perks and privileges. One growl and the dog-like critics scamper with tails folded between the legs. Unsheathe the swords, there's no backing off. The head of state if wanting so much to be the head for life has got to sacrifice no less than its head. My fellow riders just take it as it comes. So far the tiger is venting its ire on those who dare to cross its path. Never mind when in the end, without any more enemies to eat, our heads will end up inside its mouth. We'd be old and grey by then. Our heads are no problem, we've lost them since we mount the tiger. The lord, my lord, our lord is laughing greedily with us. That's all that matters.

In the Open

2008-08-09T01:33:00.000-07:00

Everything is in the open. Nothing seems to worry the cheats. The sleeping giants of the pinoys haven't awakened. Why let them pigs slurp, slurp, and slurp. The powerless are the ones in trouble once they tell on the powerful. The powerful know it pretty well and are ramming every cruel show of might down our throats and all we powerless can do is watch in awe and shame. There are some who grunt but would still prefer to wait, 2010?, that's far and surely there are ways to prolong the impunity the powerful are enjoying. I hope the giant is roused from sleep. The country is becoming one big pigsty. Daddy pig, mommy pig, crony pig, sucking piglets, the country's pearls are just trampled on. It's all about dirty money. Just give token money to the poor and they'll keep quiet and die peacefully. Let me eat my words. Bangon na noypi. Tigilin na pagtatampisaw sa putik. Dalhin na sa bangin ang mga baboy na yan.

VAT is for the Corrupt, the Big Boys

2008-07-29T17:22:00.001-07:00

They really learned a lot from the jueteng lord. Collect in secret and give openly. That's the jueteng economics for the Doctor of Economics. If it works in a small town, it would work in a small country, precisely. And so my dear pinoys, our country is under the spell of jueteng which has been with us since the time of Maria Clara. Predictably, greedy heads of State saw it useful application to line their own pockets for economic and political mileage and what a mileage it has been with this present usurper. And so everything collectible must be in the coffers to offset graft. The jueteng economics bought the SC after buying every soul willing to throw the whole country down the mire. We're in fantasy land. Dreamy as the fashion show during the SONA. Wake them up. Well, in their own sweet time, they'll wake up from the dead. Now we suffer, for how could we rouse them up who are wide awake with smirks and fangs on their faces. This kind needs prayers. The prayerful are on the jueteng money too, alas.

Legitimacy Issue Long Settled

2008-07-28T16:41:00.000-07:00

No less than the SC has put an end to the lingering issue and that's the end of it or so they say. The President herself. The President's Lord. Her lawyers, generals, comelec commissioners, representathieves, solons, immediate families, creaking cabinet, her lapping business tycoons, her wheelers and dealers, and now her SC has settled the issue. In their inner souls, they've settled it among themselves. The people will forget. From the time of Marcos they always forget most of them. Yet, they wouldn't forgive. That's the big burden on the minds of the rulers of this country. They keep on mesmerizing the poor folks with promises that wouldn't come true. On the other side they keep on taxing them, testing their patience breaking their will. And so the mayhem continues. Within their hearts and minds. They'd lose it. That's long long been determined. Bangon na noypi.

The State of a Cheated Nation Address

2008-07-24T16:54:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-14T17:21:00.001-07:00

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

2008-07-09T16:53:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-30T17:45:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-26T17:16:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-16T17:03:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-12T18:38:00.000-07:00

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.

Ngising Aso

2008-06-11T21:03:00.000-07:00

The street smart dog caught in a corner is a picture of tenacity but if you can look intently at the eyes, the dog pleads for dear life. So much like pinoy politicians, the spirit is willing and the gods in their mercy give the pols another chance for life. The burden keeps on doubling there seems to be no let up. The bitches dig in more and more as there's no other way in their littlest of minds. They're dealing with poor very poor people anyway who'd grab at anything. So then the dog gets to have another bone with a smirk on the protruding face. Whatever is coming, let the future worry about it. And what a big surprise the dog might be in in the coming days. Bilog ang mundo, and unmindfully what seems up stays on top with a maddening smirk. For nobody got the nerve they painfully think so. As everything falls apart. In the dog's fantasy land.

It's the Jueteng Economy Stupid

2008-06-03T18:26:00.000-07:00

The lord collects small change from poor folks everyday with a promise of a payback jackpot if the 2 number combination they'd bet on is picked from a beer bottle. This jueteng is famous in a poor town in Pampanga. It became the local government since the time of the wrist band presidency. Although it made a comeback when Democracy pinoy style was restored. The tax collector lord is responsible of sitting the present pretender to the throne when it comes to supply of jueteng money. The panacea for the poor who would not win in the illegal lottery is they get to have some dole-outs from the lords who suck money from them. Fiestas, holidays, the lords give away chickens, rice, and other stuff. This is now what is happening to our economy. The top-notch economist is applying the jueteng economy to the whole country. It's just but fit the bill, the government is run by a mob. So it's alright stupid, they all gonna die soon. But first they've got to rot and smell. When all the money are with them and there's nothing to buy.

Kiss or Kill ( Let's Analyze It - the "tongpats")

2008-06-02T20:13:00.000-07:00

Pinoy either lick the assess, kill the lucky bitches, or do nothing but just the same feel the load that is getting much much of a burden into their daily grind. ZTE is in for the money too, the money of mang juans and aling marias. The broadband deal blown to $340M from a moderate $140M, equals a nosedive to poverty of pinoys. The shares can be surmised as follows; The net cost of the cheap technology at most is only $40M. That brings the "tongpats" to 300. 100 for ZTE, 100 for the weird greedy couple, and 100 for the greedy group with their chairman pocketing the 70M as his last hurrah in government disservice. So mga kababuyan, paano di tayo maghihirap niyan. Cancel na ba ZTE? Marami pang ibang deal dyan sa baboyan. Saan na tayo pupulutin, sa pigsty, dambuhalang baboy na gobyerno. Kiss their well round fleshy assess or butcher them, we're in for a fatal fall. As always, God bless our country. Bangon na noypi.

A Prelude to the Fall (of the Bantam)

2008-05-27T21:36:00.000-07:00

The deep is calling, the greens whispering
The bantam hesitates but only for a second
"There's no time to waste," says the phantom
"Many are dying and you're on top
Although too far-fetched, it's better to give-in
See the poor Ka Bel, he fell while working
Don't ever work manually let your mind do the work
Now it's time to spoil the body that holds the brain
You deserve everything just accept the fate the gods etched
Your fall is not in the horizon and you've got a steady gait
Your laughter makes me secure keep up the ante
The morons do not mind, too busy planning
You are 10 steps ahead, and the giant carries you when you're tired
Live it up fall's too far unaffected by gases
Dig in that's how you were brought up
You've got to dig in for you can fit in my rotten molar's cavity"

The phantom laughed and patted the bantam in the ass

And so the dreamy gal plods on as if on air as the people weep

Mr Shooli and Madam Panggulo

2008-05-22T19:04:00.000-07:00

Mr Shooli or Mr Urbano the namesake of the father of Dadong Mac just snooped up an entertaining commercial. Not unlike the DBP and other lackeys of the GG. Then ang panggulo escaping from all the horrors she whipped up for the country scuba-dived. As if all pinoys are divers. These spectacles will never end. Or so they think. Aray ko bagsak na bagsak na ko pero saan kayang sariling langit sila? Ayaw ko doon. Sarap pa bagsak kesa sira-ulo. Luwang turnilyo. Shoo shoo. Soli na nakaw na pwesto o sige tampisaw pa.

The Acronym GG (Ty to Gorrell and Lozada)

2008-05-21T01:21:00.000-07:00

GG is Greedy Group. Gucci Gang. Gangster Government. Before these it meant only galungong. Now GG is global. Gagong-gago na ang mga noypi. Get Glory and cohorts. Go go pinoy. No giving up. 4 gives na sila ng 4gives sa mga tongpats. Galapakan pa sa tawa. Gingudtime nila yota. Galing talaga sa goyo. Gaguhan na to. Endgame. "Gotcha goons" later 0n ang masasabi natin sa mga gadambuhalang mababahong isda. Tiis muna tayo sa ulam nating GG for the moment. But get going mga noypi. Gulat na gulat na sila sa mga nangyayari sa bayan. Gory Glory. What gall my goodness? Hanggang sa gilid ng bangin gigiwang pa ng huling hirit. What a goobledygook grunting pols we have. We really know how to punish ourselves. Can't wait for "gotcha" - it's on the doors.-My prayers to ka Bel- who fell fatally. The lords smirked even when they cried. Gotta get them by the neck, the noisy honkers. Greasy - handed golfers played in Shenzen. And are still at play thieving under the cover of darkness. Gloom. Pero mabuhay si Ka Bel. Go in peace my poor rebel friend. Sorry Ka Bel to include you here but when I fondly think of you I can't help not to say a prayer for them too. Why are they persecuting Christ? The glutton and greedy wouldn't have Him in their mind because they have chosen Mamon. The killing spree escalates because Mamon is more than the poor lives of ordinary pinoys. This is the lesson Mr. Shuli imparts in his latest DBP ad on TV. It's sick as the 3G sponsored greasing government. Bangon noypi. Ngayon na. 2010 is still a dream.

Mga Mukha ng mga Lapastangan

2008-05-19T21:14:00.000-07:00

Tingnan maigi mga facial expressions ng mga nagkakasala sa bayan. Iisa lang ang hitsura. Pero mariin tingnan niyo ang mga mata. Kundi umiikot, nanlilisik. Kasi mga asong ulol sila na kumakain ng sariling suka. Kaya maaasim ang mga mukha. Ang ngiti nila'y ngisi. Ang boses nila'y galing sa usling nguso. Bakit pa sila umeeksena. Malapit na closing time. Kahit anong dating wala na silang paki. Tongpats pa rin ang habol. O kay hapdi, o kaybaho ng mga araw nating mga noypi. Patalsikin na natin ang mga yan sobra na paghihirap nila. Hinog na hinog na. Lalagapak na ang mga yan. Naglilipat na mga lords. Naghahanap na ng pamalit. Lipulin mo na lahat among halimaw. Nasisira na iyong kamada. Ok lang kung bubuluking mo pa ang iyong mga kampon. Wala naman kayong pakiramdam ni pangamoy. Samantala, nauubos na mga inosenteng mamayan sa pagluwang ng turnilyo ng pekeng tagakumpas. Manggogoyo. Manggagantso. Talipandas. Isang ngisi naman dyan bago ka batuhin ng mga ligaw na batang lansangan.

Talipandas

2008-05-10T20:03:00.000-07:00

Alalahanin natin na meron tayong pekeng panggulong puno baga na lahat ay kabuktutan ang ginagawa. Ang mga sinasabing mabuting ginawa nila ay para pa rin sa kanilang kapakanan hindi para sa bayan. Araw ng mga ina ngayon. Batiin natin ang inang bayan. Ang pinakamagandang bati ay manggagaling sa kanyang mga anak na walang tigil ang pakikibabaka. Malayang bayan sa ating lahat. Huwag bibitiw. Ang talipandas ang bibitiw kahit masyadong madulas na parang palos. Liliwiswas din ang mga yan. Sssssss. Mga ahas na talipandas gapang na ng pagilid. Malapit na apoy ng lagim.

Perpetuating Lies

2008-05-06T19:28:00.000-07:00

They lied to their teeth and for generations they flourish. Why lie is not defeated is a puzzlement. As long as there are politicians even if some shoot themselves in the head the eternal flame of lies never flickered. It's even iron-hot for the innocent and still unborn generation when their time comes. Truly the world is full of lies. The burden it bears shows in the faces and yet as long as I can remember they keep coming back for that place of destiny. Where one gets to order. Rides in limo with traffic under control. Featured in the papers on a daily basis. Mentioned in the news by the hour. And it is all about lies. Death really has no sting when one's life is full of lies. They even get to cheat death ever so often. Lies and the evil bitches continue to laugh. What a curse.

A Rat Telling on a Dragon

2008-05-05T00:08:00.000-07:00

"There's corruption in your defense section," said the white dragon. The smelly corruption issue although pervading inside the queen rat's ship does not affect the queen rat's and her lackeys noses. The out of the blue arrogance was more in effect amongst the moneyed and extremely corrupt occupants of a leaking ship. And so as usual the spokesrat told the white dragon to name names. The white dragon without much thought spewed fire toasting the rat to a crisp but unpalatable and stinking vermin barbecue. "Couldn't eat this one," said the dragon, as he tossed it in the air. Quickly a watchful yellow dragon from the sidelines snapped at the special dish. This dish was good enough so he thought as the yellow dragon had been had for quite a number of times by the queen rat's red gambit. The hunger however lingers on. The queen rat's running to and fro on borrowed time. Tapping just about any clown or magician to keep the dragons at bay. So far, the chaotic and smelly sinking ship remains dangerously afloat. Credit it to the patient, prayerful and long suffering subjects of the squeaky - voice head squealer. The ship crew had never been so busy covering leaking holes. The passengers are calling to heavens for miracles. "Save our ship but not the queen rat and her minions," they chorused.

A Dirtied Mind

2008-05-02T20:58:00.000-07:00

"The Presidency is destiny," quipped apong dadong. "Do your best and God will do the rest," he added. Somewhere along his timeline these quotes were picked-up and ingrained in the mind of an impressionable napoleonic - sized smirking assumptionista. The rest as they say is history and I for one am dying to see it ended soon. Whether it was forcibly taken through guns, gold, and goons, it's still destiny. The best of course depends on the lord who put her there. So far, the best is heavily hanging on her steady short built. When will the body gives is when cracks on the dirtied mind start showing. Few faultlines are already appearing and many flipflops were said. The load of this destiny is too heavy somehow she's giving her best shot to the last breath and the lords are watching and laughing, egging her on. As the tongpats keep pouring in.

Ang Bugaw

2008-04-29T21:27:00.000-07:00

Dati ibinugaw lang kita
Kasi napakarikit mo
Puno ka ng perlas at mina
Madaming isla at sariwang isda
Ngayon malakas na rin ako
At kailangan ng kurudo
Yayariin na rin kita
Sobra ka palang ginawang tanga

Sarili mong mga palaki

Linapastangan ka
Pati kami nakikiulol
Sobra kasing ganid mga dambuhala
Lalamunin namin ang bansang sadlak sa hinagpis
Bangon na bayang liyag
Masamang panaginip isantabi na

Self-Flagellating People

2008-04-28T23:07:00.000-07:00

Not just Lent but all year-round

The pinoys do harm themselves or

The nearest neighbor in satire, subtly

Slipping on a banana peel incurs laughter

Without food to eat the poor are easy targets

Opportunists, and the corrupt abound

Rock bottom is near, the nails digging up in vain

After 4oo years under foreign perverts

The culture is irreparably damaged

The continuing revolution keeps on eating her own sons

The one who rules rules like the despots of old colonizers

Natives are fair game

The war is not limited between good and bad

Now the bad ones are annihilating each other

Pity, the poor just have to go

Never was there governance

Ever was there a people

Who kept on struggling

And disappearing in the process

The smell of dawn was strongest when

Martyrs laid flat down bloody

Trouble it's real, who's going to save the country

No one's got the key the courage of an arrow-wielding warrior

The dole-out method of yore's still in practice

Trouble a brewing like ages half-a-millennium ago

The trouble was within but no one bothered

There'll be no peace, for in the hearts of tyrants

The evil one holds supreme

Bantam Spoiler

2008-04-22T18:51:00.000-07:00

Underestimated on what heights it could scale

For indeed in size it is far too wanting
And you heard that nasty song
About short elf-like people

It made an oath within its human cloth
That from the abyss to the heavens
Bantam Spoiler would be its name
As it blazes the path to infamy

A cabal of ogres and lackeys
Its tightly sandwiched voice they obey
Or else they'd be waylaid
By ruthless nay heartless goons

And now the people are restless
Chinese looking bogeymen are dictating
On the bantam bully with acid tongue
In the dominant protruding smacker

Beware the year of the Rat
The smell of rotting carcasses
Insides of a skin-deep elegant facade
Bursting and blasting to their faces