pink champorado

while billions of pesos are being exchange by politicians and influence, peddlers, Filipino families and urban slums and countryside are going to bed hungry and children are dying without receiving basic medical help. They (government officials) jeer families who try to eat decent meals or wear decent clothing as maluho, or living beyond their means, but they call bribing officials with millions of pesos normal. Its like saying that a box of matches in the hands of an arsonist is the real cause of the given fire.Talk about hypocrisy.

the only good thing about lies is that it encourages us to look behind the curtain and seek for truth and justice. but isn't it time we get enough of their denials and petty fights?

Ive seen surveys showing that the Filipino middle class are declining over the past years. But then, if the Filipino middle class is truly shrinking, why are the spas burgeoning? or why does business at Starbucks seem to be sizzling? and your (or could be my) neighbor always a-rushing at malls and supermarkets? maybe we are just spending much more than we can afford.

we do not only NEED immediate change in the nation's system, we also need to change our attitude. its the Filipino's notorious short memory that makes you (not me) forgive the pardoning of deposed Estrada, shove aside the scandals publicly thrown at us at the current administration and even the killing of 14 Marines in order to sustain the camp bases of Americans (but that's another story).

when they stash millions of pesos into their well hidden accounts, they do not only steal from my parents tax money, they also steal from me, from the dirty, half-dressed boy knocking car windows everyday, from the unborn babies being coiled into glasses, from beggars, and even from elderly people in streets looking through fast food chains to have meager (left-over) meals into their empty stomachs.

there will be no end of this oppression if we will not fight. we only got a couple of minutes to determine our lives, the outcome of our lives, sometimes, only one chance - then its gone. this is like swearing on my father's grave and eating pink champorado. only, there's no grave and no pinkness in my champorado.