That is why I laughed. Geographically, it is impossible to construct a thoroughly straight road. It is pure word porn. An unthought that found its way into the main sewer where fakery was a yellow family's tradition. In a half-breath, the whole concept sounded so ideal and was even touted to end poverty and injustice. It sounded not even a iota of what it was in the first place. At face value, the balding man [?] who inherited a soul-less popularity of sorts generated by concerted media fallacy, did not exude the attitude of a leader but that of figure head with a thousand and two strings attached to his convoluted-bogger munching self. Just what was going on in the minds of the those who voted for him? Was it the drum that his father tapped in a suspicious way; or the flute that his pretentious mother blew from the rear? That in itself is corruption. The mere fact that these characters hovering over him were in the game to gain for their own and their cohorts is crafty and deceitful ; therefore self-serving which is corruption of a higher class. This also makes their curdled blood thicker than their faces as they try to appear as saviors of a racial massive block of oh, well hungry and soaking in the smelly sweat of malcontent. Did we have a choice? I'm afraid not. As a people and pioneers of centuries-long colonization, we are basically pegged to have kitchen-door mentality. Almost a syndrome to be happy with what is thrown out of the kitchen with wagging tails if had one to boot. We merely sat on a corner and let the illustrados design our destiny; often more to their favor. Some of us were lucky to have been capable of liberating themselves from the malady; the some of us , of course are colored yellow. Yellow which is also very colonial mentality since it was derived from Tony Orlando and The Dawn's hitsong in the 70's: TIE A YELLOW RIBBON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE. As they parallelized the scripted homecoming of a man who messed up the meaning of all possible things within his realm. The assasination still holds a mystery as to why hasn't it been solved after two relatives sat on the highest office. That is also in itself corruption of a macabre level. When Marcos declared Martial Law and generated a myriad of projects to rebuild a rotting foundation into a sleek home; we all saw that he did not merely mean material progress but as well as our dignity as a nation. In fact, we really needed a dictator. A dynamic, brilliant dictator who sought to uphold national pride in all possible angles. He was successful for so many years until we all realized that most of us enjoyed indolence and that we'd rather lick leftovers rather than pursue a journey for fresh fruits to feed our totality. His unceremonious unseating was afterall the darkest day of Philippine history. The DAANG MATUWID concept is actually a sugar-coated ploy to screw up cretins among us and continue to discredit corruption when in fact, it is still what it is. Read the papers, listen to ground talks, breathe the air... NOTHING HAS CHANGED. It has even metastasized further into a greater conspiracy to let the rich remain where they are and the poor, drained of blood and some body parts. Before you say goodbye to the yellow straight road, arm yourselves with what is in your heart the truth and even more truths with what is in your soul. photo credit: www.topphgallery.com
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