Then, drumbeating their family name through subliminal airtime purchases. It really is a sham. This Aquino legend of deceit. Imagine, prompting an almost morally enlightened populace to redemocratize through the feeble leadership of numb kins borne with the proverbial golden spoon from a mound of turd. A thorough deliberation is not really necessary; by merely sniffing an immediate environ, it is sad to say that a race had been had! Now back to the queen of chla[media] (a proclamation of a few who were dazzled by a shimmering dust) , who should be properly labelled as the Pambansang Attention Whore for whatever queer agenda and let us once and for all and for a few, dissect her messages and actions to a level much higher than a hit of crack since she only matters to herself and the mouths she blatantly declares she feeds. In a former (now unrefreshed site, ALIWAN AVENUE), a subtle promise was forged that it would never spend a shit time on her person, her personality and consider her as an invisible spectre forever. The last , if memory serves right was a post entitled 'KRIS AQUINO: QUEEN OF IDIOT WISDOM'. This time around, this may be the only THIRD WORLD LIVING moment to deal with her latest picnic of cretinous dispatches regarding her health. She qouted in a stray FB timeline feed to have been quick to retort to a basher regarding her being 'money-hungry' or 'greedy'. This, lifted from an IG caption that blabbered of her reporting for work inspiteof her cough and colds and perhaps malaise too. Allegedly , the untraceable commentator whom she called a basher; did not realize that her absence from her job[s] would cause an economic crisis to the production people who were dependent on her attendance. She lenghtily explained that as to discredit such 'mean' afterthought. So off she went to work. Imagine, working on her imagined glamorous profession as a class D tv host/farty acting actress/inferior products endorser in an almost 30% physical capability with who's god knows viral strains for her beloved crew to imbibe and eventually be infected is something that can only grow from a pus passed as sweet as the cream inside an eclair. It is demonic enough to declare a physical affliction, and to spread it is beyond that. Clearly, it is of her orchestration to have several accounts so she can bash herself and retort in seconds to seemingly appear magnanimous. Her talent for twisting facts and hiring minions is such that we can only stand in awe while our behinds ooze with a putrid fluid punctuating a thunderous flatulence. Disgusting is not a word but a being. Being is a reason to survive. In the dawn of a crumbling legacy and confirmed inherited psychopathological anomaly; the only probable move to live out the bitterness of what may befall them is to pack her branded luggages and book a flight to some uncharted island where she can be queen of its monitor lizard inhabitants; after all her laughter is said to be much like that of a bayawak having an orgasm. There is another feed that involves her sisters' concern for her health. But then, that is not a story worth reading since it only concerns them and not third world creatures who miraculously self-medicate!
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