Common knowledge ang mga narco-list

Tangena trial by ordeal Madagascardahil alam ng barangay kung sino ang adik. Pilipino may pakiramdam. Westerner lang ang bobo na naghahanap pa ng prueba, tulad ni Delimaw na puro ganyan ang hinihingi – e alam naman na ng buong Bilibid na siya ang No. 1 Drug Lord! At huwag kayong humirit ng facts-facts at logic-logic, mga putangina kayong mga dilawan. Rappler ang nag-imbento ng facts-facts, di ba mga dilawan sila? Logic-logic, pautot lang iyan ng mga propesor na Kastila sa Santo Tomas noong araw. Walang silbi sa tunay na buhay. Pampahaba lang ng kuwento. Tulad ng proseso. Kung alam na adik, tapusin!

Proseso pagkakakitaan lang iyan ng mga huwes at abogado na pumoporma sa bar exams nila. Putangina tapos iyong Konstitusyon pa na iyan. Para lang iyan sa mga tanga na di maka-adjust. Iyong mga tipong kailangan pa ng red light at green light para alam kung kailan sila tatawid. Ganyan daw sa Alemanya sabi nila. Bobong mga iyan. EU pamandin sila. Pero tanga talaga sila. Plano ng plano. Akala mo Mar Roxas. Buti pa si Tatay Digong, alam ang gagawin na walang plano. Kaartehan na iyan. Paano mo malalaman kung ano bukas? E bukas baka tinokhang na pamilya mo!

Hay naku, iyang mga de numerong prueba, facts-facts, logic-logic, proseso, batas, Konstitusyon, plano – papel lang iyan, wala ka pang tunay na nagawa. Buti pa si Digong umaaksiyon agad. Sa Boracay merong mga SWAT at helicopter. Sa Kuwait, umaksiyon sila Mocha at Thinking Pinoy. Ngayon, malapit nang umurong at makipag-usap uli ang Kuwait sa Pilipino. Kailangan nila tayo. Kasi genius tayo. Kahit walang plano kayang-kaya natin. Kung baga sa tugtog, widow tayo palagi. Tanginang mga Mozart at Beethoven na puro nota. Buti pa si Freddie Aguilar, magiging Senador.

Tsaka matapang tayo! Hinamon natin ang mga Arabo. Pinaalis ng Pangulo natin iyong taga-EU.  Ano ngayon kung nag-resolusyon na naman ang EU Parliament. Magrosaryo na lang kaya sila ‘no! Dilawan talaga sila, umaasa sa dasal at papeles. Tayo umaasa sa aksiyon, sa tapang at sa pusila! Resbak pa natin ang mga Intsik. Malakas tayo diyan. Bilib sila sa atin. Kaya pinapautangan tayo. Kaya magpapasok ng maraming negosyo sa bansa natin. Pati si Donald Trump niririspito tayo. Iyong Casino ng Galaxy, mauna pa sa Casino ng Kano. Mas sikat tayo kaysa Las Vegas at Macau.

Sa Hapon malakas din tayo. Kalimutan ninyo iyang comfort woman statue. Laos na Maria Clara. Biktima iyan tulad ni Sisa. Laos na ang paawa. Mautak na Pinay ngayon, kikita ng husto sa lalaki. Hapon, Intsik o iyong lubak-lubak na mukha man ang pinag-uusapan. Huwag bobo, sabi ni Mocha! Huwag sobrang guwapo, sabi ni Calida. Mga sobrang guwapo mga bakla. Si Coco Martin, tiyak na dumaan iyan kay Brillante Mendoza ano. Pero babae ka man o lalake, ikaw muna ang bibirahin bago ka makabira sa huli. Ganyan talaga ang buhay. Hindi tayo mga santo, kaya babuyin na natin.

Irineo B. R. Salazar
Munich, Mayo Uno 2018


https://www.philstar.com/headlines/2018/04/27/1810010/release-narco-list-does-not-violate-human-rights-palace-says-despite-past-inaccuracies

Presidential spokesman Harry Roque said that the order of President Rodrigo Duterte for the Philippine Drug Enforcement Agency to release the government’s list of so-called narco-politicians did not violate the human rights of individuals to be named as they were running for elective government posts.

He said that the list would just “confirm” what was supposedly common knowledge among residents of a village who knew the people involved in illegal drugs in their communities.

 

3 thoughts on “Common knowledge ang mga narco-list

  1. https://www.facebook.com/notes/romano-cortes-jorge/toxic-masculinity/10155207561216750/

    The May 3, 2018 cover of Time Magazine featured Rodrigo Roa Duterte as one of the world’s “strong men.” The Cambridge Analytica exposé revealed that Rodrigo Roa Duterte’s tough guy image was orchestrated.

    The Cambridge Analytica revelation wasn’t just that Duterte’s election win was made possible through targeted messaging by fake news, paid trolls, and bots. The real insight was how enamoured Filipino voters are with toxic masculinity.

    Duterte’s bragging of having murdered people, his misogynistic rape jokes against a murdered Australian missionary, his wolf whistles and cat calls against women reporters, his insults hurled against world leaders regarded as dapper and reserved such as US president Obama and the Pope Francis—all these were not faux pas of a careless loudmouth but deliberate public spectacles coached by a team of international public relations czars.

    Filipino weren’t turned off by his misogyny. They were turned on by it. They laughed at his rape jokes. They applauded his death threats. They voted for his promised murder campaign of three million fellow Filipinos patterned after Hitler’s own genocide. This was what they wanted to hear and believe. And they fall for this misogyny every time. They always have.

    Filipinos don’t even want the real thing:

    Gregorio “Gringo” Honasan was voted as senator despite having failed every single coup d’état he attempted and abandoning the men he led every time. He was later implicated as a plunderer in the Priority Development Assistance Fund scam.

    Joseph Ejercito “Erap Estrada” was voted president by constantly portraying tough guys in movies despite having never been been poor or tough in real life and was in fact a dropout of an expensive exclusive private school. He was convicted of plunder and yet was voted of mayor of Manila after he was pardoned by then-president Gloria Macapagal Arroyo.

    The Tulfo brothers (Ramon, Raffy, and Ben) amass hundreds of listeners, readers, and viewers with their laughable posturing in jackets despite tropical weather and tinted eyewear despite being indoors. They have allegedly colluded with their sister and Duterte regime appointee Tourism secretary Wanda Tulfo Teo to place millions in government tourism advertisements in their television programs.

    Rodrigo Roa Duterete became president with a poor mans’ image despite having lived a privileged existence all his life surrounded by a private army as the son of Davao City’s mayor. Trolls propagated online memes of staged photos of him eating with his hands and sleeping under a mosquito net like the poor folk.

    The fallaciousness of all these men were common knowledge thanks to investigative journalists. Yet Filipinos repeatedly chose to believe in falsity. They would rather believe fake news and paid trolls.

    Filipino don’t love real masculinity. Instead they love machismo.

    Filipinos don’t love gentlemen. Instead they love bullies and thugs.

    Filipinos don’t love forthrightness and plainspokenness. Instead they love braggadocio and offensiveness.

    Filipinos don’t appreciate honour, principle, or character. Instead they clamour for brutality, underhandedness, and uncouthness.

    Filipinos don’t want bravery and gallantry. Instead they vote for the cowardice of masked men killing unarmed children.

    And it wasn’t just the guys. There were lesbians who belittled those who were outraged by rape jokes and catcalls and declared that “change” was more important and necessary. There were self-proclaimed feminists who defended the Duterte regime all for a chance to be part of it even as their comrades were being arrested and killed. There were homosexuals who did mental gymnastics as they continued to identify with a leader used gay slurs in public.

    It may seem strange to some outsiders that the Philippines could nurture such misogyny and brutality. Was the Philippines not the nation that had the least gender inequality in the Asia-Pacific region and had elected into office two female presidents and a transgender representative in congress? But those intimate with the Philippines’ feudal society—a nation forcibly Christianised by rapacious friars and conquistadors during the murderous Spanish Inquisition—know that toxic masculinity is part of its traditional “values.”

    Truly, every elected leader reflects their people’s aspirations and self image. Filipinos voted for Duterte because they wish they could philander like he does, plunder like he does, and get away with murder like he does.

    It takes a murderous people to elect a murderous regime.

    It takes a corrupt people to elect a corrupt regime.

    It takes a misogynist people to elect a misogynist regime.

    Filipinos were not hoodwinked. Instead they winked at every lie. Many were all too aware of every act of lip service and double talk. They were in on the ruse. The Filipino people were the Duterte regime’s co-conspirators in plunder and murder.

    The people were hoping to gain the patronage of a strongman as well as that of his axis of plundering political dynasties. They were hoping to be one of the survivors by cheering for the side of the death squads. The murder of innocents was an acceptable collateral damage because being safe was better than being sorry.

    And now they have to keep believing in the lies because to concede to the truth would be to admit to their complicity and stupidity. Filipinos continue their silence and support because they are too cowardly to take responsibility for their actions.

    Filipinos just can’t seem to man up.

  2. https://joeam.com/2018/04/30/throwing-ones-arms-in-the-air-and-giving-up-on-the-wps-is-not-a-good-look-for-the-philippines/#comment-250574 (by Popoy)

    TATWA : Anthem for a Dead Country
    (Rap for a Beautiful Country)

    The Philippines is not dead
    Filipinos live in denial
    No one will admit
    Philippines when alive
    In the days of the forefathers
    Philippines alive, was different.
    Philippines then stood for something
    Something little about honor
    Among its people.
    Something big about pride
    Pride to stand erect among nations
    A country clean and clear of zombies.

    Philippines then was courageous
    Fighting alongside others, its soldiers
    Dying for what was right, what was
    Peace and freedom and happiness.
    (Ne’er for a dollar’s sinecure)
    Side by side with other nations
    It never learned to fight its own

    War with itself , canker and cancer
    Philippines embraced with a smile
    Hailed crooks and criminals its heroes
    While it tortures and buries its poor
    And misfits denying they are its soul,
    Philippines died unashamed: the new Sodom.

    Denial abounds. Angry yet laughing denials
    In Makati and Alabang, in Cebu and Davao.
    Where people sits and snacks in their Pajero
    In their Chedings, Bimmers and Escalades.
    Philippines is alive, dancing, boozing, copulating
    While Bishops and charlatans pontificate approval.

    It’s sadness higher than denials in the medical
    And dental clinics of the Big Apple, LA and Seattle
    In Jersey and Toronto where Philippines is still
    ICU in the eyes of expats lucky few. For sure these
    Doctors and nurses knew Philippines is alive
    As long as Western Union keeps it revived.

    There is silent denial in Jeddah and Dharran,
    Abu Dhabi and Dubai while nervous breakdown
    Afflicts its women in Hongkong, Singapore and Tokyo.
    Sick of surviving they came home in coffins.
    Drowned in sorrows and wailings by black clad women
    In the tarmac no one cares or noticed. A country lies dead.

    Walking zombies prove Philippines is not dead
    Salvage by cops as they carjack, let go as they kidnapped
    Smiling zombies may be cops or army scalawags
    Who checkpoint their victims in the dead of each night.
    Not a chance to be zombies, the jobless poor,
    Burned in their shanties killed by katol and candles.

    Zoomed by shabu, ecstasy or viagra
    Like libido Philippines stands hard and alive.
    Only love is dead. Dead is love for one’s country
    Peopled by walking zombies. Twin country of .
    -April 18, 2007; CONSTANT WINDS, p.88

    • https://www.rappler.com/thought-leaders/201467-duterte-failing-grade?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=thought-leaders (Patricio Abinales)

      If you are really honest about it and sit back to evaluate Mayor’s presidential run so far, if you sift through all the narratives and remove the fake and the irrelevant, to concentrate on what is actual, you have to reach the conclusion that he has been a failure.

      “Singko” is the number given you when you fail your class at the University of the Philippines (UP). It means you have to re-enroll in the course, or, in the broader view of your academic path, change majors, or relieve Filipino taxpayers for paying another “iskolar ng bayan” by being kicked out of the State University.

      In the heydays of student radicalism, getting “singko” was a badge of courage for would-be radicals. For instead of it being an indicator that you had failed, it was in their eyes, evidence of just how much you had come to appreciate what real education is – you learn it on the streets, not the classroom.

      I was always suspicious of this rationalization. The political cynic in me saw it as just one of the baby steps that the communist underground in UP encouraged recruits to take to leave the university and work in the urban underground or with the maquis. The cynical academic in me thought it was hilarious: what do physicists and engineers learn about atoms and structures by marching on the streets?

      This mentality reached grotesque proportions when some old friends and comrades who were in the sciences ended up in the jungle, spent an inordinate amount of time discussing where in “Mao Tse Tung’s Thoughts” one could find the right solution to repair a radio. But we are veering a bit far the reason why “singko” is worth our time: the grade that Tatay Digong deserves so far..

      ..Consider his central campaign issue – the elimination of droga. As a candidate, he vowed to achieve this goal in 3-6 months. By the middle of his first year he had backpedaled and asked Filipinos to give him until the end of his term to erase this alleged scourge of our lives. He finally admitted that his crusade was not a failure; worse, it was a fiasco! And sadly, it took thousands of lives, mainly those from the poor and marginalized who adored him (his DDS!), before Mayor acknowledged this.

      In April 2016, candidate Digong promised to defend the poor’s livelihood by ending contractualization. He sounded like a genuinely populist president, vowing to eliminate this ruse that employers use to keep labor cheap, temporary, and disorganized.

      This month he gave up, declaring that this issue may best be resolved in Congress, of course conveniently forgetting how much the second branch is peopled with corrupt bosses and dynasts concerned foremost about their spoils than the people’s welfare. Hence, another “singko” when it comes to improving the poor’s livelihood.

      Then there are the OFWs who cast their votes for Tatay D because he supposedly knows their dreams and aches. The ignorant people running the Foreign Affairs office and his Communications agency have just caused over 260,000 Pinoys working in Kuwait to lose their jobs. Mayor’s Solomonic moment (which the Presidential Mouth with the toupee-fetish announced) was to tell them to come home, vowing to pay for their plane fare even if he has “to rob” from a central bank (there is only one) just to get them home.

      He promised them local jobs, and if these will not pan out, there is China seeking Pinoy and Pinay labor. Of course, he does not tell the Kuwait OFWs how much China will pay them and how its autocratic state deals with workers who protest too much. So when it comes to OFW’s welfare, Mayor earns another “singko”.

      How about the economy? Tatay’s economists are giving themselves high-fives for the 6.7% GDP growth and pooh-poohed fears about a spiraling indebtedness to fund the government’s ambitious infrastructure development plan. Tatay and his technocrats do not seem to mind that the infrastructure budget will rely mainly on high-interest loans from China despite warnings by observers in-country and abroad..

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