A HOLED TRUTH IN PHILIPPINE DEMOCRACY

    Former Philippine President Fidel V. Ramos, during his term as head of state, allowed the Marcos family to return to the Philippines after having been exiled at Hawaii as the eventual outcome of the 1986 EDSA Revolution. Settling themselves in Philippine politics, they succeeded in gaining the favor and trust of Filipinos to place them in power by electing them for certain positions in the Philippine government. This practice might have even inspired the attitude of Filipinos reelecting disfavored or condemned politicians for certain offices; if not the latter exhibiting a “self-righteous” conceitedness to disregard their guilt/shame and run for office again. Two examples of these are former presidents Joseph Estrada and Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo who were detested when they were in power; but now are the Mayor of Manila and a congresswoman in Pampanga, respectively. Perhaps this behavior or attitude regarding Philippine politics was instigated by the Marcoses?

   

    When the Marcoses finally found a stable foothold in the Philippines, having regained their influence over, and the trust of, the people; they made the slow climb back to power establishing themselves in the Ilocos region where they are most favored by the citizenry. They were fortunate enough to gain the favor of current president Rodrigo Duterte so that they could carry out what they had long been making a stand for: the burial of Ferdinand Marcos at the “Libingin Ng Mga Bayani”. Besides acquiring the consent of the president, they audaciously disregarded the procedures of the Supreme Court and the rights of those contesting the issue; and clandestinely/surprisingly placed the corpse of the tyrannical head of state at the LNMB.

    The outcome of this subject matter is the prevalent conflict between Marcos supporters and those who oppose them. They treat this so-called “Motion for Reconsideration” like a ‘volleyball’; striking back at their opponent who, in turn, will do the same. If not by this standard, there are other laws and amendments which can be used for the interests of both factions. The question now that must be asked is “When will all this finally end?”

    When the current situation of the Philippines is taken into consideration; what can be seen is a country in dissent and chaos. ‘It happens’, as many would say, just as in other nations which have experienced anarchy and civil war. But those of Ghaddafi, Idi Amin, Adolf Hitler etc have overcome their share of the burden. For the Filipinos; they must find a way to solve their current predicament as much as a dilemma as it might be.

    For one, anti-Marcos and anti-Duterte factions could initiate an uprising to oust the current head of state and have their way with their intended leader in office. They could expel the Marcoses ultimately or, as extreme as it may sound, efface all of them from the face of the earth; thus trampling the human rights of the latter. In addition, they could do away with whatever Rodrigo Duterte has began to establish for the country if these individuals do not find them agreeable or favorable by their standards.

    For another, the Duterte/Marcos faction can unite and find a mutually beneficial agreement; then rid themselves of their detractors and adversaries; and then THEY can have their way. Either one being severely extreme and leaving out any consideration for the masses standing on the sidelines; merely looking on at the chaotic disorder and hoping for some form of prosperity to ensue from it.

    This is the price of democracy, in relation to the Philippines. Everybody has a say. Everybody is free to impose, declare, amend, etc. Everybody can choose. Freedom of speech is abused. The terms of the ‘right to a peaceful assembly’ are not respected. Majority wins even if majority is errant. Actors, celebrities, under-educated sports personalities, municipality tough guys who do not deserve to be in office are elected because of their influence and/or charisma. Professors and instructors in educational institutions have the freedom to inspire activist principles and outlook upon their students via their lectures. The youths, as it is evident with the social issue of the Marcos burial, eventually take part in something they did not really experience; but which was instllled in them through academic methods. They have the potential to become radicals concerning other future social/political matters and stir up conflict and anarchy; confident with the presumption that democracy gives them the right to do so. Order and discipline are taken for granted, hence there is always discord and conflict: those which not only concerns unlawful methods of carrying out the law; the streets and thoroughfares; the business and economic sector; up to the very depths of the government and its officials! Not to forget the political personalities rejected/scorned/condemned at first and then are recycled into the government like a dog eating its own vomit. This is because everything, and anything, is possible and feasible in an abused democracy: right or wrong; decent or indecent; moral or otherwise.

    I am not in favor of Communism, Fascism, Utilitarianism and other such manner of governance which can be too stern, or inspire despotism. But when a people are given too large a berth to exercise their rights; they can destroy themselves just as a spoiled brat can bring hardship on himself.

A PINCH OF SALT AND PEPPER-Why The United States Won't Kick Rodrigo Duterte Out

A PINCH OF SALT AND PEPPER

Why the United States Won’t Kick Rodrigo Duterte Out

   Barak Obama found it hard to fall asleep. As much as he tossed and turned, he could not successfully fall into a slumber. Something was bothering him and he was appalled to find out how literally that fact was. When he opened his eyes, he heard a voice emanating from outside his bedroom door. He heard his name repeatedly spoken with a western twang, summoning him. Foregoing the thought of waking his wife and asking if she heard the same thing; he put on a robe and walked toward the origin of the voice. It led him to the Oval office where he found the ghost of Ronald Reagan sitting on a couch, waiting for him.

    After composing himself, he walked to the presidential desk and addressed his guest.

   “To what do I owe the pleasure, Ron?”

    There was an insincere smile on the actor-president’s face as he replied. “No pleasure, really; not for either of us. Let me cut to the chase. Lately, I’ve been hearing about this fellah way over in the Philippines: this “Duterte” guy. Seems he’s been kicking up a lot of sand and dirt; making a racket over at the Pacific. I heard he’s even flirting with the Russians.”

   “Yes. So?” Obama confirmed.

   “So why aren’t you sending the Jack Ryan’s and James Greer’s (*) to have a go at him?”

     Obama shrugged. “I don’t know; got some misgivings. Do you believe in God and karma, Ron?”

   “Sure. I guess so. Maybe; why?” Reagan answered, somewhat puzzled.

   “Remember back in the 80’s when you helped Cory and her People Power revolution?”

   “I didn’t ‘help’ her.”

   “But you picked up the phone and told Marcos to throw in the towel, and get his ass out of Malacañan and onto Hawaii.”

   “So?”

   “Look. We all know Imelda and Ver plotted Ninoy’s murder, and Andy didn’t know shit about it. But because he was so detested; all fingers were pointed at him. The Filipinos were paying the price for putting a tyrant into office; and his wife and military strongman just aggravated everything. It’s their problem. It’s their karma for being rash and stupid. Then you came along, playing referee; and letting Cory take his seat. Look where that got us. In a few years after the widow was in power, they were telling the guys at Subic and Clark to beat it. Don’t tell me you didn’t take that with a grain of salt.”

    Reagan scowled as he attempted to comprehend what he was hearing. “I don’t see your point.”

   “That’s why I asked you about karma and God.”

    The dead actor made shrugged with befuddled inquiry; a dumbfounded expression on his face. His counterpart was becoming relatively ambiguous.

    Obama continued.

   “That pugilist dork in Malacañan now is God’s new ‘Angel of Death’; and He’s making those idiots pay for voting the jerk into office.  He’s their problem now; the way Andy was back in the 80’s. We’re not sure how the Liberal party will treat us after we help them kick his ass. That’s why I’m thinking about the ensuing repercussions if I send the boys at Langley to take him out. I mean look at Lot’s wife. She got too curious; stuck her nose where it didn’t belong; and look what happened to her.”

    Reagan forced a laugh; hinting at how incredulous he found Obama’s words. “Oh come, on Barry. Look at yourself; you’re an African-American democrat. Salt is WHITE.” The pun was made expressing his frustration over such obstinate points of view.

    Obama resolutely shook his head and made for the door. Reagan was stunned and ruefully called out, “Barry. Barry. Come on, pal.”

    Before he exited the room, Barak Obama indignantly pointed at Ronald Reagan and said, “There is no way-NO WAY-am I letting the American people, least of all you Republicans, put me in a pepper shaker!”

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*Jack Ryan and James Greer are fictional characters involved with the Central Intelligence Agency in a number of Tom Clancy novels.

HELD IN CHECK: A SATIRE

HELD IN CHECK

END OF THE SHAOLIN

    A Chinese destroyer was the sole occupant of the North Harbor docks. Earlier in the day, it was an instrument of war pompously floating toward the empty harbor. Two hours before midnight, it was flotsam tossed and thrashed by the raging waters. It gave the impression of a captured animal trying to break free of its bonds; pitching and rolling without direction. Chains and ropes dock workers attached to the hull kept them firmly in place. But since the procedure was not meticulously performed, moorings were loosely connected; allowing the vessel to lurch repeatedly. Officers and sailors, on deck and at the bridge, shrieked like passengers on a roller coaster ride as the sea flung them about. The wildly churning motions induced so much vomiting that the crew would have been mistaken for a new race of humans. If the Sino-Asians were branded as “yellow”; the men on board were a shade of algae.

    Three hundred meters out to sea, three launches sped toward the warship. Other than the drivers, each boat was occupied by six men in dark camouflaged uniforms; armed with automatic rifles slung on their shoulders. The drivers were accustomed to such torrential weather conditions that their approach was completed without much effort. With skillful coordination, the speed boats managed to get close enough to the hull without colliding. Each time the boats managed a reasonable distance; the armed men took turns firing grappling hooks at the bowsprit and ascend by the same. The incessant deluge and non-illuminated evening sky enhanced the clandestine nature of the operation. Not to mention the power outage caused by damaged electrical lines at various locations in the city. The vessel was not steady long enough for search lights to settle on anything specific. Sailors on the watch were bent over puking their dinner; unable to fix their sights beyond the gunwale.

     The first assailants on the deck eliminated any nearby potential hostiles with silencer-equipped handguns. Sporadic bursts of gunfire ensued immediately after all the assailants were on board.

     An unmarked PT boat was anchored at an inconspicuous distance from the shore. It tilted at different angles but managed to right itself and remain afloat. By the pale red glow of the bridge, navigators could be seen fervently working at maintaining their position. At the foremost section, a man with a built frame and cleanly-shaved head was braced against a console; holding a pair of binoculars to his eyes and observing the onslaught.

    The old man eased his stance when the people left his room. His shoulders were haunched as he made for the window of his suite. The continuous thrumming of the rain added to his anxiety which anger, disappointment, and self-reproach brought. These, in turn, were caused by a recent encounter with an individual he thought extremely impertinent. However, he also blamed himself for having underestimated the person. It was not as easy as he expected it to be. His frustration was now causing some physical discomfort. There was a hint of tension in his chest: symptom of a few previous heart failures. It came whenever he was in an emotionally stressed condition.

    Standing by the window, he strained his eyes and took in as much of the scenery his vision and the downpour allowed him to see. Looking farther out at Luneta Park, he caught the Rizal Monument in the glow of halogen lamps at its base. Having read historical accounts of the national hero; he consoled himself with the belief that insolence was the customary trait of Filipinos. Yes. And perhaps even the Spanish would share his sentiments, he thought. But compared to the educated and cultured revolutionary, the fellow he met earlier was, in his opinion, an existing specimen of more prehistoric times. One other issue which constantly nagged at his pride was the flippancy the fellow evinced by providing him accomodation at a venue reputed to be a ‘photo bomber’.

    There was a brief surge of pain in his chest when he was infuriated by that reality. He composed himself by taking deep breaths to ease the physical aspect of his suffering. As he placated himself, his cellphone rang, causing him jump in surprise. He grabbed it and curtly acknowledged the call. As he listened to the voice on the other line; there was pallor on his countenance. He heard screams in the background; howls of agony and death accompanied by the discernible rattle of gunfire. A grunt and the sudden silence of the caller ended the conversation. His eyes widened in shocked disbelief and, in the ensuing period; he became casualty to a heart attack.

    A police dispatcher on duty at the Western Police District station was unnerved by the information he received. He was accustomed to emergency calls and reports of heinous crimes. That evening proved to be a boring one however; because the typhoon which battered the mainland kept the phones silent. There were no people asking for help, or requests sent by mobile teams. But when he received a call giving information regarding the death of a foreign delegate, whatever ennui he felt vanished. He hurriedly contacted the PNP Chief to share information of the incident. Done relaying the details, the reaction he got was a passive inquiry: “Ngayon, ano ang problema?” (*)

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*”So now, what’s the problem?”

CALM AFTER THE STORM

    The waters at Manila Bay were moderately tolerable the following morning compared to that of the evening. The residual weather dsiturbance caused waves to intermittently smash at the shoreline along Roxas Boulevard exacerbating the condition of Baywalk; its expanse strewn with garbage deposited from the seas Informal settlers who made their homes along the location began scavenging for scraps they could barter at junk shops and recycling factories. One of them straightened his posture to assuage the ache in his back. He unwarily had crouched too long while pilfering amidst the litter. Extending his gaze toward the water, he caught site of a ship floating at an unreasonable close distance from the shore. He thought it strange that any such vessel would be within the vicinity, as the coast guard had not yet allowed any navigational operations to take place; for safety measures. What seemed more bizarre was the fact that the ship had a slight tilt to it posture.

   “Ano yun?” (1) the man inquired loudly, pointing toward the floating hulk of metal. His companions followed the direction of his gesture and saw what he was referring to.

   “Eh, di barko.  Ano pa ba ‘yan?” (2) a sarcastic reply was heard.

   “Diba pinagbawal pumalaot dito mga barko gawa nga nung bagyo?” (3) the man rebutted.

     Another of his fellow scavengers stood beside him and suspiciously glared at the floating object, “Wag mo na pag aksayahan ng oras yan, pare. Masyadong malayo para gawin nating kalakal.” (4)

    A pedestrian who happened by, halted his routine trot just behind the pilferers. He was a dock worker on his day off. He saw the two men staring out to sea and followed the direction of their gaze. Unobtrusively, he walked amidst the scavengers then, upon nearing them, strained his eyes toward the floating wreckage. When a passing wave lifted the ship’s prow, he noticed a red ensign painted on its side then announced to no one in particular:

    “Yung mga Intsik yan!” (5) With an insensitively sarcastic grin, he continued, “Buti nga sa kanila; ang kakapal ng mukhang sapilitan kasi pumalaot kahapon.” (6)

     One of the scavengers who acknowledged his words shouted a suggestion for all to hear: “Kung ganun pala, ano pa hinihintay natin? Baka meron tayong maaarkilang bangka.” (7)

(1) “What is that?”

(2) “It’s a ship. What else would it be?”

(3) “Weren’t the ships forbidden to land here because of the storm?”

(4) “Don’t waste time on that, friend. It’s too far for us to sell as scrap”

(5) “Those are the Chinese.”

(6) “Good for them; too audacious to force a landing yesterday.”

(7) “If that’s the case, what else are we waiting for? Maybe we can rent a skiff.”

24 HOURS, REWOUND

    The early signs of an impending storm were becoming manifest everywhere. Cables and antennaes were constantly swaying in the air. Sporadic bouts of drizzle battered the panes. The sky was a shade of grey transposing into the color of soot with occasional bursts of thunder and lightning. Though it was just past noon, the current situation could have been mistaken for dusk, or the dawn of the Apocalypse. She was staring out the window at the manifestations of an upcoming typhoon but did not seem to be aware of it. What occupied her was an anxiety she suppressed by biting her lower lip. This was not caused by these unfavorable conditions. Rather it was due to the fact that her personal agenda had been compromised.

    After PAG-ASA confirmed the entry of a typhoon on the southern regions of Luzon, television networks broadcast the information over the previous evening news. The dialogue between the president and the consul from the People’s Republic of China set for the following day was promptly canceled. The Chinese ambassador was sent a memo informing him of the cancellation and rescheduling of the meeting. As a member of the presidential retinue for such events, it became apparent that there would be no need for her to go to work the next day. As with most urban professional making their own way in life, when their occupation does not preoccupy their minds; sentimentality kicks in. So she called her family announcing that she would be paying them a visit on her presumed ‘free day’. The furlough was dissolved by a call from her employer at the Department of Foreign Affairs demanding her presence at work.

    An hour before she was contacted, a Chinese destroyer sailed into North Harbor unannounced. As it was, the consul had ignored the faxed memo sent the recent evening, and acquired permission to commandeer a naval warship to take him to the Philippines. Just past 9:00 AM the following morning, the vessel made its presence felt by sirens and a few gun blasts aimed out to sea. It was a spitefully pompous landing from the viewpoint of the dock workers; their ire aggravated when the captain arrogantly demanded that they be allowed to dock even if operations were called off for that day.

    As the harbor employees scrambled to attend to the loathsome visitors, so did the concerned branches of the government. Now, she found herself in a conference room at Malacañan Palace with other foreign relations personnel; impatiently awaiting conclusion of a tense, yet modest, discussion between the president and the visiting diplomat.

    An incident had recently occurred at the South China Sea-or West Philippine Sea, as the Filipinos deemed appropriate-wherein passengers of a Philippine tourist ferry were caught in a cross fire between the Chinese and Philippine coast guard. The tourist vessel en route to the Scarborough Shoals suffered minor damages which kept it stalled in the middle of the sea. Philippine and Chinese patrol vessels responded to the distress call. Chinese crew men were demanding the Filipinos tow the ferry away from the area before conducting repairs since they believed the two foreign vessels had unlawfully entered an area in which the Philippines had no jurisdiction. As the Filipino sailors were beginning procedures to comply, a spry passenger on the ferry snatched a toy gun from a nearby toddler-a replica of a 357 Magnum-and aimed it at the Chinese ship in a gesture of mockery. A handful of Chinamen mistook this move for aggression and opened fire; with the idiotic precept that these were pirates under the farce of tourists. Men on the Philippine cutter returned fire to protect their countrymen, and a cross fire ensued. In the brief instance before commanding officers on both sides called a cease fire, numerous persons on the ferry had died or were severely injured.

    She thought: if the slant-eyed bastards were noble enough to have respected the decision of the United Nations concerning territorial disputes, all these would not have happened. She would be spending quality time with her family instead of feigning hospitable expressions. Her frustration was augmented by a renowned anchorman who had infrequent coughing fits which, after every episode, he instinctively excused himself for. The only time she found any consolation was when the talks were about to conclude; and the president beckoned her to approach him. He seemed frustrated at having wasted time over pointless talks which reached no compromise or agreement. Knowing that she was adeptly fluent at various foreign languages, he turned beyond earshot of the diplomat and whispered, “Ano ba ang ‘putang ina mo’ sa Fukien?” (*)

    It was obvious the president, with his reputed belligerent attitude, was going to have his way with his counterpart. Her upper body jerked slightly as she pressed her lips together; concealing any signs of amusement. It was practical to behave with modesty whenever one was within sight of extremely conservative people like the Chinese. Reprovingly wagging her index finger, she playfully muttered: “A little diplomacy, sir.”

    After the attendants began to disperse, she informed the president that the currernt adverse weather conditions made it necessary for them to provide accomodations for the ambassador. The delegate and his retinue remained standing a few feet away; the looks on their faces insinuated they were expecting such appropriate treatment. Having received the president’s consent to billet the visitors at the ‘photo bomber’ (**), she inquired about the men at the docked warship.

    The president waved his hand dismissively and assured her that the PNP chief already had instructions to attend to the seamen.

*”What is ‘son of a bitch’ in Fukien?”

**Anything that spoils a scene in a photograph

CLEARING THE AIR

  As was routine with regards to intriguing circumstances, the Philippine media exhibited its potential at acquiring information and making it public in the shortest amount of time. The lifeless body of the Chines ambassador had been discovered by a housekeeper and a guest relations officer who entered his hotel suite after repeated wake-up calls were not answered. His death was cofiirmed as the outcome of a cardiac arrest. Three hours later that morning, plebeian scavengers made statements at the Western Police District station regarding slaughtered naval servicemen aboard a vessel floating incongruously along the waters of Baywalk. It fell upon the shoulders of the Presidential Spokesperson to give a public announcement concerning the matter. A news network requested an interview that evening which he granted; so there would be no need for the hassles of hiring a speech writer and public relations personnel.

    He sat across a well-known anchorwoman before a studio crew attending to lighting and cameras. There were make–up artists standing among the even if their services were already done with. A detail of police officers were positioned behind the set for security purposes and the safety of the speaker. The spokeperson took all these in; and prepped himself up as the host initiated the conversation; raising the topic of the recent deaths of a foreign personality and naval servicemen.

   “The Philippine government extends its sincerest regrets and sympathy to the Peoples Republic of China concerning recent passing of the dignified ambassador and the men aboard the Chong-Kee...”

Before he could continue with his diplomatic statement, the reporter interrupted him.

   “Kee-Zhiong, Mr. Speaker”, she corrected. “The Chinese vessel is called Kee-Zhiong.”

    He chuckled with feigned embarrassment, “Oh, yes, yes. Forgive me. It is just that the thought of all these occuring on Philippine soil has caused me some perturbation. It is rather, how shall we say, embarrasing that these good men died under such cirucmstances; given that there were conflicting issues between our countries. And even if the talks yesterday between the president and the ambassador did not bring favorable results for either side, the Filipinos are very meticulous about international relations and the correct protocol of carrying them out. This is extremely tragic for both parties, I must admit.” He shook his head for more sincere effect.

   “That is agreeble” interjected the host, “They lost a respected political offical and honorable militarymen; and the Phiippines has become a potential target for detractions by Chinese sympathizers; not to mention suspect to what happened in our territory.”

    The spokesperson raised a hand in defense, “Please, wait a moment. It is true that we: China and the Phiippines, have an on-going dispute about the West Philippine Sea. But that does not mean we deserve to be suspected for causing the deaths of foreign individuals because…” There was a sudden pause in his speech as he stared musingly at the anchorwoman “Siya nga pala; hindi ba ikaw yung papuring sinipulan ni Mr. President?” (*)

   “Sir, you flatter me”, she snickered, “pero yun yung mas batang chiquita sa kabila.” The humorous episode lasted for less than ten seconds then the news anchor reverted to a serious demeanor. “Returning to the issue of presupposed acts of violence; the current administration does have a reputation for the practice of severe and extra-judicial methods against crime. The president also was linked to what is publicly known as ‘death squads’. Is it possible that such abhorrent violence carried out on the Chinese servicemen were the actions of these factions?”

    He guffawed and gently slapped his thigh; insinuating the absurdity of her question “I have known the president for a long time, I can guarantee you. He does have a rather brash personality and he is not a very conservative person when it comes to expressing his thoughts. Back when he was governor of General Santos, he took measures to decrease the crime rate and wage a war against drug syndicates. Measures that many people shall deem as extreme or unorthodox; but let me assure you that it was completely within the boundaries of the law”.

    He dipped his finger against the armchair to emphasize the veracity of his words. “These so called ‘death squads’ are the fabrications of overly imaginative minds from opposing parties. Before he was elected, it was called the ‘Gen-San death squad’. Now, probably it will be the ‘Malacañan death squad’; the ‘Presidential death squad’; you name it.”

     A dismissive wave of a hand suggested the inanity of his narrated assumptions. “If the law enforces at present may seem harsh with their means of procedures; and they are occasionally accused for the deaths of numerous drug operatives; I will attest-on my pride and honor-the fact that these men perform their duties legally, and righteously. And they are not sadistically violent people.”

    There was a thin, self-assured smile on his lips as he spoke. He winced and inconspicuously shifted his gaze toward the direction of the PNP chief standing behind the set; aloof from the detail of police officers under his command. He nodded at the man but received no acknowledgment in return.

    The police chief stood at parade rest clutching his hat behind his waist. He had the appearance of a person nobody messed around with; with his built frame and cleanly-shaved head.

*“By the way, aren’t you the one Mr. President gave a whistle of praise?”

**”That was the younger lady at the other network”

END

A NEW AGE OF DARKNESS: Excerpts of the Down Side of Computerized Technology

    There was a time when soldiers were conscripted to settle international disputes. People had to get out of the house to apply for work; visit a loved one; or purchase household necessities at a store. Youths spent time in the library to conduct researches for schoolwork. At the dawn of twenty-first century, military personnel could use a computer to send a drone to eliminate their target, without working up a sweat. Work applicants can send personal documents such as bio-data, birth certificates or letters of recommendations via the internet from the comfort of their own home. When students are asked where they acquired the necessary information for their work; the usual answer would be “wikipedia” or “google”. As much as computerized technology has provided an advanced evolution to mankind; it also has a downside. One day, soldiers are no longer applauded or revered for their accomplishments because they no longer play a role in the world. In the near, or distant, future, people might just die young and from obecity since they do not act enough to provide their bodies with sufficient exercise. Maybe even churches will serve no more purpose come the time that man can talk to God directly via the internet.

    Here are a few witty, fictional excerpts which show the imperfections, and unfavorable effects, of computerized technology on the human race. Unrealistic or exaggerated as some may be, there are those which depict real life circumstances.

POOREST GUMPTION

  The retarded child at the back of the SUV stared at the unfamiliar edifices around him. Up front, he noticed his parents quietly having a heated exchange as they repeatedly looked outside the vehicle. From what he noticed; it did not take much to realise that they were lost. To ease his perturbation, he began to sing a nursery rhyme but uttered the wrong words. His father stiffened on the driver’s seat; slammed the dashboard; and yelled “Stupid goddamn sonuvabitch!”

    Until his bedtime, the boy kept to himself and avoided his parents. Worried about this attitude, his father visited his room.

    Without much ado, the kid asked, “Daddy, did you mean what you said in the car about me?”

    After briefly meditating on the question, the man realised what his son was referring to. He smiled apologetically and said, “No. That wasn’t about you. It was the map on my I-phone.”

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A FREAK TRAGEDY

    The day seemed full of life when Helen received a message from Hector asking her to have dinner with him in Athenea Ristorante. Because this was a reputed venue where most of her sorority friends received marriage proposals from their suitors, she assumed he was going to do the same with her. She rushed to the bathroom to share her elation with her room mate Drucilla who was taking a crap. Since she never had the experience of being in a serious relationship with anyone, Drucilla remained indifferent and scoffed, “Hmph, that wimp? I can’t believe you expect the guy to marry you. He’s a compulsive gamer, for heaven’s sake. Remember when Mother Superior gave us leave and he took you to an internet café instead of a motel just so he could do that ‘Clash’ game he’s so freaked over?”

   “Yes. But this time, he asked me to Athenea. That’s where we’re going. Most of our sisters received marriage proposals from their boyfriends in that place. Maybe he’s going to pop the question.”

   “I wouldn’t be too enthusiastic about it. Your man probably beats off watching internet porn than you taking a shower.”

   “Come on. You’re just being jealous because nobody’s flirting with you.”

   “Suit yourself”, Drucilla dismissed her with a wave of hand and focused on the newspaper she held.

    That evening, Helen and Hector were sitting at a table in the plush restaurant. He ordered an expensive bottle of wine, eventually aggravating Helen’s anticipation. She noticed that he was somewhat uneasy. His demeanor gave her more assurance that he would ask for her hand.

   “Hector, are you alright?”

   “Yes. Yes, of course”, he answered though remaining antsy. “Why do you ask?”

   “You seem a bit jumpy. Is it about this place? Maybe there’s something you want to say?” She was goading him into saying what she expected to hear.

   “Uhh…Yes. In fact, I wanted to ask you something.”

    Helen clasped her hands under her chin and looked at him starry-eyed “Oh? And what might that be?”

    Drucilla entered the dorm room later that evening and saw Helen silently staring out the window.

   “Details.Details.” she demanded of her friend.

    Helen appeared as if she was stifling her emotions. “He had to catch up with the ‘Clash’”, she muttered.

   “Okay. Okay. Okay. Let’s get to the good part. Did he pop the question?”

    Helen nodded and burst in tears, “He asked me if they had any wi-fi at the restaurant!”

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UNLETHAL, LITTLE WEAPON

    The burglar was careless and consequently found himself struggling with two men who caught him in the act. One was an older man who managed to pin his limbs while the younger fellow struck him on the head with a blunt object. He was momentarily dazed but shook off the vertigo, and was able to break free and escape his captors. Both watched in disbelief as he fled. “You let him get away”, Nathan admonished his father.

   “Look whose talking”, Philip countered, “If you used the typewriter instead of the laptop, his brains would be all over the floor by now.”

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FREE OF CHARGE

   Millie felt agitated as she rushed up the stairs to her floor; repeatedly glancing at her cellphone. When her condo unit was in sight, she noticed a light under the door which suddenly went off. “Steph, Steph, are you in there?” she to her landlord. He was the only one in the building with access to the rooms other than the tenants. She hesitantly approached the door when her phone vibrated in her hand. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips. ‘No use calling the police now’, she muttered. Cautiously, she unlocked the door and gradually pushed it open to grope for the light switch. When brightness flooded the room, she was stunned by what was waiting inside.

    Steven, or ‘Steph’, as he wanted to be addressed, was a homosexual in his forties. When Millie moved into his building, he felt a paternal affection inspired by her fortitude to make her way, independent of family or relatives. He was strict regarding the security of his tenants and was rarely lenient at allowing visitors or strangers in his building. One day, a group of unfamiliar individuals approached him and requested they be allowed into her flat. He denied them at first. After they informed him of certain matters about Millie which he had not been aware of, and the severity of their intentions; he conceded.

    The lookout flew through the door and excitedly cried out: “She’s coming. She’s coming.”

   “Quick! Turn out the lights”, someone else whispered.

   “She’s going to get it now” another muttered and was shushed by companions who stood in the darkness of the room.

   “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” the cluster of family and friends bellowed when Millie turned on the lights. Among them stood Steph; ardently clapping his hands. At first, she was astounded by the presence of acquaintances and expressed her gratitude with feigned smiles. But the enthusiastic ambiance was short-lived when she displayed an impassive and uneasy attitude. Waving her cellphone above her head, she shouted: “Has anyone seen my charger? I’m running way, way low!”

    There was a collective groan from her guests then they filed out of the room.

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A DESTITUTE LIFE

SCENARIO: A young male, adult was found guilty on counts of robbery, theft, murder, and drug trafficking; and was sentenced to death. Hours before his execution, the PNP Chief showed some leniency and allowed his mother to visit his prison cell.

MUSICAL SCORE: ‘Anak’ (*)

“Ang una mong linapitan

  Ang ‘yong inang lumuluha

  At ang tanong: “Anak, ba’t ka nagkaganyan?’” (1)

    Tumulo ang luha ng bihag at sumagot siya: “Inay, tayo’y mga nilalang sinumpa sa kahirapan. Iniwan tayo ni Itay. Tindera ka lang sa palengke. Paano pa makakatapos ng “computer studies” ang aking mga ambisyosong kapatid?” (2)

1-The first you approached

   Was your weeping mother

   And she asked: “Why have you come to this?”

2-The prisoner’s tears fell and he replied: “Mother, we are souls condemned to poverty. Father left us. You are only a market vendor. How else will my ambitious siblings finish computer studies?”

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A SUMMER’S CAROL

    Ebenezzer Scrooge XV, descendant of his well-known and reputed grandfather was sleeping in his penthouse when three spirits visited him. They did not identify themselves in relation to Christmas since it was only the eve of April 30. The first one was Master Yoda whose glowing aura stirred him. He presented Ebenezzer with an image from his past. He saw a teenage version of himself cramming to complete a term paper on his personal computer. The doorbell sounded from downstairs followed by the sound of friendly greetings. His grandfather, Ebenezzer XIII, had arrived as expected. Without time to spare for cordiality, he pretended not to be aware of what transpired. After some minutes had passed, the door of his room opened and his grandfather walked in.

   “No more time for Gramps, Benny?” the old man said with a rhetorical air. “You kids these days are into those internet-wi-fi balony so much that you start to look like Jobs and Zucherburg.”

   “I have to finish my term paper, Gramps. I’m sorry, but I can’t be distracted until I’m done with it.”

   “Industrious nerd”, Gramps commended. “No offense. No offense. You’re no different from me when I was your age. Except for the fact that I didn’t have my nose against those tv screens…”

   “Monitors.”, Benny corrected, “They’re called monitors. And these are far better than those clackity-claks you used before.”

   “Typewriters”, the old man retaliated, “They’re called typewriters. And they’re really quite efficient depending on how you use them. Of course, the same goes for that ‘monitor’ of yours. Everything is all about the user. Difference is, those typewriters weren’t as meticulously demanding. It didn’t heat up like computers.  Didn’t get sick with some virus; didn’t need those ‘reformatting’ procedures. There was no need to understand the difference of servers, browsers, routers or what the helll they were for.”

    Benny averted his gaze and focused on the computer screen; ignoring his grandfather. Gramps, however, continued his prattle.

   “And most of all, those typewriters didn’t need…” He was interrupted by the sudden dimness in the room. A power failure had occurred causing his grandson to go into hysterics.

   “SHIT! My work! It wasn’t saved! I’ll never get this done now. I’m going to fail” Benny yelled; grabbing his crotch as he usually did during tense situations.

    . With a hint of sarcasm, gramps shrugged and said, “Beat me to it.”

    As the vision began to dissolve from his sight, Ebenezzer XV explained to the Jedi Master how he duped his grandfather into pulling strings at the academy preventing his failure. “Vane old man Gramps was”, he gave a self-satisfied chuckle. “All I had to do was agree with about the typewriter; and he sent that fagoty professor a death threat. Gotcha there, Gramps.”

   “Asshole you were once; asshole forever shall you be”, Yoda mumbled as he faded into thin air.

    Ebenezzer XV was dreaming he was in a futuristic jungle dancing with half-naked female characters from various cinematised android games. While he crawled toward one of them like a mad dog in heat, the sunlight vanished and darkness fell. The sound of raucous laughter and rowdy arguments ensued from the emptiness followed by the gigantic image of Obi-Wan Kenobi at a bar surrounded by alien smugglers. The Jedi warrior beckoned him to approach and, when he was close enough; slammed a fighter helmet on his head. Its blast shields were down so that he was unable to see anything. Suddenly, he saw a portal with a representation of an event that transpired earlier in the day.

    Benny was seated behind a varnished burgundy table; fanning himself with a plastic folder; picqued at the fact that the air conditioning was disabled because of a power outage. The unfortunate circumstances had been prevalent since the past couple months. It was assiduous task for the government to find a more reliably consistent source of energy. To soothe his ennui, he decided to open his fly and release some tension by masturbating. The door suddenly opened and young Robert Cratchit- great, great bastard grandson of Bob Cratchit- walked in unexpected; a disconcerted look on his face.

   “Dammit, bastard, don’t you ever knock?” Benny reproved while fighting the urge to cry out when the zipper caught his foreskin. To conceal his predicament, he remained seated.

   “Sir, we might have a couple of problems”, announced the chief executive officer.

   “For crying out loud; as if we never have enough with these brownouts. What is it now?”

   “The employees’ union officer forwarded a complaint to the Department of Labor against us. It’s about the retrenchment.”

   “What retrenchment?”

    Cratchit picked his nose as he instinctively did whenever he was nervous, and meekly replied, “You approved my proposal for retrenchment of personnel since company assets can’t meet the budget for their salaries. The sporadic power outages have hindered, and damaged, our computers. We’re paying workers for just sitting around doing nothing. If you don’t mind, I’d like to suggest a remedial measure…” He failed to continue when Ebenezzer interrupted.

   “Bobby, I inherited this company from my grandfather and enhanced production by doing away with his foolish, old, antiquated methods.Don’t you even think about telling me to do things the way he did. Now, why on earth don’t you get the generators working?”

   “That’s the other problem, sir. If we supplement power by generators, we will have to buy fuel for it. The continuous power failures will require a generous amount of gasoline. We do that; we lose money faster than making it. If we don’t do that; we will have to get rid of a lot of people. Either way, income is compromised.”

     Confounded by Cratchit’s explanation; Ebenezzer grasped his crotch. With his free hand, he pointed to his officer. “You find a way through this, Cratchit. You’re my CEO. Better convince me you’re worth your pay; or you’ll find yourself behind the picket fence with those union sons of bitches.”

    Cratchit took in a breath as if to protest but his boss cut him off. “Not one more word, Bobby Boy. Or I might lose any misgivings about firing you. Now beat it; and make sure you come in early for work tomorrow.”

    The CEO was making for the door but halted upon hearing the given instructions. He turned to his employer and reminded, “Sir, I’m sorry. But…it’s the First of May tomorrow; Labor Day.”

    A growl emanated from Ebenezzer’s throat. Other than an expression of anxiety, this was also from the pain in his testicles when his tension caused him to squeeze harder.

    Obi-Wan guffawed and clapped his hands for more effect. Before vanishing, he teasingly winked at Ebenezzer with his large, wet tongue protruding from the side of his mouth.

    The heirloom grandfather clock chimed and announced that it was 3:00 AM. Ebenezzer was aware of it and slowly opened his eyes. He was astounded to see Shuttle Tyderium hovering in his bedroom. Its ramp was extended toward the foot board of his bed. The Imperial March resounded. In the pale moonlight, he saw Darth Vader walking down from the ship.

   “Wait a minute. Wait a minute!” he said with annoyance. The ominous tune was silenced and Vader stopped his forward progress. “What the hell are you doing here? And where is Ren or Palpatine?”

    The Sith Lord shrugged; his mask concealing the stupefied expression on his face.

   “Annie, I’ve been with the little guy and the big guy this evening. Now, you get back on that ship and tell Lucas that Charlie Dickens wants a HOODED sonuvabitch for the third guy in his story.”

    Vader disregarded his brashness and raised a cupped hand. Ebenezzer was appalled when he noticed that he was rising from the bed; and floating out of a window along with his visitor. The two of them soared through various galaxies via hyperdrive for dramatic effect; but returned to earth and landed at the entrance of an expansive cemetery.

    The two walked among fields of crosses and stopped a few meters away from a small group of people gathered around a grave site. An untidy gravedigger in dirty overalls sat on a stump nearby; smoking reefer which made him oblivious to their presence. Clearly, a burial ceremony was taking place.

    Ebenezzer noticed familiar faces but was unable to idendify them. He had seen them before; but his snobbish, indifferent nature made it difficult to remember names. The women were whispering to one another; sharing gossip and gently slapping each others’ fanny. The men, however, behaved in an unorthodox manner. They stood around the grave; took out their fly; and urinated into the excavated ground. Even the priest joined in.

    “Contemptuously despicable”, Ebenezzer criticized loudly, hoping the participants heard him. But they continued oblivious to his uproar.

    When the ceremony ended, they assembly dispersed. They seemed to be ignorinbg Vader and Ebenezzer; passing them by as if they were not there. Robert Cratchit, accompanied by his wife and son were having a hushed conversation as they went by.

   “Serves him right; the old geezer” said the woman. “I had to work at a strip joint because of him. And Timmy never got a decent education.”

   “Good for him right, dad? I had to do drugs, steal, have orgies, and get a stud on my dong to fit in that public school; because he fired you.”

    Cratchit nodded in agreement at the severe remarks of wife and son. “Karma does have its way. The stubborn fool wouldn’t listen to me when I told him we should run the company like his grandfather did long ago. Anyway, if we’re messed up; at least we’re still alive. But he’s dead broke and down that hole; reaking of piss. Come on. Let’s go home; smoke some dope and celebrate his death.”

    Ebenezzer’s brow furrowed as he heard the insensitive words. Abhorrent, he thought, that individuals spoke of a deceased in such manner. He turned to Vader and inquired, “Who might that poor soul be: condemned in such loathesomely pathetic disposition?” The Sith Lord motioned him to approach the headstone which the gravedigger just finished innstalling. When he saw his name carved on the rock, he spun to face Vader and incessantly hollered, “Dammit! What the hell is going on here? You think you and your pals can con me into emulating my grandfather? Well, up yours!” He gave Vader the finger. “I’m not falling for it because, you know what: I don’t believe in that godddamn typewriter garbage Gramps railed about. And you can count it that I never will!”

    Enrage by the imprudent expletive; Vader raised his hand once more and Ebenezzer instantaneously crouched and fell to the ground. In spite of his pleas and cries, the dark lord mercilessly crushed Ebenezzer’s groin using the power of the Force. “I find your lack of faith disturbing”, the mechanical voice filtered out of the dark mask.

    Ebenezzer kept screaming in pain but the powerful Sith Lord refused to stop squeezing his balls. Just when it seemed that his torment would go on forever, his eyes snapped open and he found himself in bed curled in a fetal position; his fingers grabing his crotch.

   “A dream, just a stupid dream”, he said, relieved by the fact that the experience was not reality. “Made me piss my pants though”, he mumbled playfully and headed for the bathroom to clean himself. Upon opening the door, he was appalled by the image of Yoda, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Hayden Christensen in the mirror. They were standing behind him and wearing reproving scowls. He turned around but found nobody there.

   “Okay! Okay! I get it!” Ebenezzer yelled toward the emptiness and slammed the door.

    On the morning of May 1, Ebenezzer Scrooge XV stomped into the office chamber and found Robert Cratchit overseeing rows of office personnel who were glumly performing their duties. He told the CEO to follow him into his office. After he instructed his loyal assistant to place an order to the cheapest mechanical company to supply them with typewrites for use as contingency measures during power failures; he gave all personnel furlough to spend time with their families during the holiday. At the lobby 33on his way out; he focused on an alcove which held a framed painting of his grandfather sneering with vane arrogance.

   “Got me there, you old fart”, he sighed acknowledging defeat. **

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YESTERDAY, WHEN I WAS YOUNG

    When I was a high school student at La Salle Green Hills, I witnessed a number of audacious and carefree students cut classes, and head for a bowling-billiard place at a commercial complex just walking distance from the school grounds. They spent their time and lunch money monopolising the billiard tables; unmindful of their studies and the fact that the establishment was taking advantage of their folly.

    Presently, I live at Laguna where my wife works at a renowned university. Across it stands a handful of internet cafés frequented by students who fervently spend time and money playing online computer games.

    Based on my observation; even if both situations reveal the disregard of youths concerning education and financial assets; I’d say that circumstances of the past are more favorable than those of the present.

    Back then, if an unruly dispute among students took place; management had security escort them outside of the billiard hall where they could settle their differences. Out of curiousity, you could stand at a safe distance and watch the brawlers do their business. But if you are seated at a stall inside an internet café, there is a chance of going deaf -(or having a heart attack)- when a disconsolate student beside you starts to shout indecent remarks at an opponent situated elsewhere in the room.

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AFTERWORD

    Let me tell you a story about some wanna-be writer who could not find a job because of a neurologic disorder. He was compelled to accept house arrest; attend to his toddler son; and do the usual chores and duties of a pathetic SAHD (stay-at-home dad) to prove his worth. One day, he was so engrossed with the online android game installed in his smartphone that he forgot the rice cooking at the stove. Because of his negligence, a small fire ensued; burning their kitchen and a few adjacent appliances. When his wife came home from work and learned of the mishap, she castrated him in front of their neighbors; then filed for a divorce.

    Some readers familiar with my current situation might suspect that I am giving a satirical representation of my status. Unfortunately for them, and fortunately for me; they’re wrong. As a SAHD who likes android games; I don’t patronize those which require an online connection. Secondly, even if I have occassionally “overcooked” our rice; the kitchen remains spic and span without damages from incinerations. And third, I will testify that the worst imperfection of my wife is obstinacy; not saddism. In addition, her fidelity remains consistent despite instances when losing a game eliminates any potential notions of intimacy from my thoughts. 

    In comparison to the pitiable fellow in my narration; I am unarguably better off than him. Imagine: in spite the myriad hours I’ve spent with my nose in a laptop constructing this piece; I still have a wife and complete manhood.

    Note:  As much as there are educational institutions which offer scholarship grants to students; the dramatic script about capital punishment was intended to depict the disposition of impoverished individuals.

  

-The author

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*“Anak”, Freddie Aguilar, Vicor Music Corporation, 1977

**Characters and plot inspired by “A Christmas Carol”, written by Charles Dickens; and “Star Wars”, created by George Lucas, Lucasfilm Ltd, 20^th Century Fox

WE-A-CULPA

    There are countless posts on various social media websites regarding negative issues concerning Rodrigo Duterte. He is criticized as biased when he selects members of his cabinet. He is suspected of being a puppet of the communists.  He is scorned because of his unreserved and indiscreet manners which he outwardly flaunts in public; et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Much emphasis is placed on what the public consider as contemptuous or questionable with regards to his person and actions.

    Supporters of Mar Roxas, Grace Poe, Jejomar Binay, or Mariam Defensor Santiago air their protests and disfavor concerning the Davao City mayor-turned president elect of the Philippines. They ingest the ideals and visions of their individually favored candidates; compare these to Rodrigo Duterte’s; and condemn the latter based on their biased opinions. If the die-hard supporters of Rodrigo Duterte obstinately defend their designated ‘messiah’; his detractors must realize their own fault as well. And that is the fact that they were too centered on themselves, and forgot who the ‘real enemy’ is. The question is: do they realize this now?

    I came across a post on Facebook which claims Duterte gained sixteen thousand votes which allowed him a huge margin, and eventually, the victory over his other rivals; and that there existed a majority of votes-against him-which totalled to twenty-five million. Whether or not the post was based on a reliable source; there is the reality that the collective votes for Roxas, Poe, Santiago and Binay would have considerably hindered Duterte from acquiring the presidency. Unfortunately every party leader, AND THEIR FOLLOWERS, wanted their faction to turn out triumphant. Everyone was against Duterte AND the candidates of other parties.

    There was an incident when Mar Roxas proposed some form of ‘alliance’ with Grace Poe; but the latter refused; perhaps due to misgvings or self-interest (?) And then there was the irony of Miriam Defensor-Santiago stating that Rodrigo Duterte was ‘dangerous’; while her running mate for the vice-presidential slot-Ferdinand ‘BongBong’ Marcos-happened to be a personal friend of the man she was defaming. Jejomar Binay, by his own marred reputation, could not (would not?) acquire the trust of his fellow candidates against the rising Davao mayor. None of them cared to do so, anyway. And then at present, supporters of individual party candidates air their censures against Rodrigo Duterte without realizing that they overlooked the potential opportunity to have defeated him.

    These people cannot afford to point fingers like students in a class who incurred the wrath of their teacher. Not every student in is accountable for the overall punishment inflicted on every one of them. But those under the individual political parties of Roxas, Poe, Binay, and Defensor-Santiago who are harrowed by Duterte’s apparently omnipotent stature are all guilty of this, and can only (if they want to/if they will) bow their heads; beg the Lord’s forgiveness; and say “Save us from the fires of hell”.

    The same may condemn non-voters for their ‘indifference’ or lack of patriotism. Unarguably, those votes would have had some potential to change the outcome. However, there is also the possibility that non-voters may have picked Duterte; or spread their votes among the four parties as well. So, there is not much difference.

    From historical accounts, I have seen divided people-tribes, gangs, social groups, et al.-stand together for one cause and eventually fall divided because of their self-interests. In the situation of the Filipinos; they did not have one figure to convince them of a common threat. That was why they stood divided; and fell divided.

GOD,MAN AND CRIME IN THE PHILIPPINES

GOD, MAN AND CRIME IN THE PHILIPPINES

  

   The death penalty is a very controversial issue when it is based on the conflicting views of the masses. Religious organizations in the Philippines oppose the practice of capital punishment in the country. This would be in accordance to their faith; as well as the principles it intends to influence. There exist other factions which favor the reinstatement of executions into the judicial procedures; with the assumption that fear of the law is the solution to solving crime. Spiritual leaders have questioned the reliability of capital punishment and the repercussions that follow it. According to them, if there occurred a situation wherein an executed person was mistakenly accused and discovered to be innocent; there would no longer be any means of returning the life taken. On the other hand, there are those who claim the existence of adept and talented lawyers who can manipulate the law and have supposedly guilty clients absolved of any accusations. For them, the infliction of divine justice is neither practical nor reasonable; since it is grounded on presupposed, or conjured, beliefs.

    Nothing, therefore, is socially correct for the Filipino people as they have different notions of what justice means. Those who are strongly devoted to their faith accept that karma or the Hand of God is more extreme than whatever punishment man can fashion. They are assuaged by the belief that wrongdoers will inevitably undergo such horrific condemnations, and eventually contest the morality of a death sentence. The ones who cannot easily be mollified by abstraction find this illogical. There is no veracity concerning such fabled ideas; as they argue from a logical standpoint. And by their personal sentiments; nothing short of death will appease their anguish.

    The Philippines is similar to the proverbial figure that stands with a sword in one hand, and the Bible in another. Unfortunately, the limbs that support them fail to reach a compromise, and function with mutual condemnation; because its owner suffers a dilemmic imperfection.

    Fear of the law. That must be instilled among the people in order to acquire a national sovereignty. The question is: ‘WHAT LAW; THE LAW OF GOD, OR THE LAW OF MAN?’ During the reign of Ferdinand Marcos, Sr. capital punishment was enacted. So was it during the term of Fidel Ramos and Joseph Estrada. Still, heinous crimes continue to prevail in Philippine society at present. With or without the death penalty; what matters is the audacity and wit of criminals. If they are bold and clever enough to commit a crime without being incarcerated; then they do it. Even the more inferior ones are occasionally lucky to get away with their offenses; the judicial system having its share of flaws and incompetence.

     The fervent supporters of capital punishment, however, may also criticize the procedures of faith worhsippers. It is undeniable that the latter-(while ingesting the Bible)-have come across the story of Moses and the Ten Commandments; as well as the extreme methods by which the Lord delivers His wrath upon sinners. Yet, many of Christianity’s followers continue to disobey the Holy Scriptures. Adultery, theft, blasphemy, murder, impudence; even absence from chuch: all part of social life’s downside.

    These realities, and others like it, exist because divine admonishment has not been experienced. And as much as there are followers of Christianity, not all of them profess their faith through actions. If they cannot accomplish this, influencing others will be as futile.

     Not everyone trembles when another announces possession of a big stick. That is because they may have a bigger stick; or they doubt the other person owns any.

    Considering the matter of justice in the Philippines; it is my personal opinion that there is no exact, or final, solution to the problem of crime. Because the law, whether enforced by bloodthirsty belligerents or self-righteous clergymen is never absolutely reliable. Both procedures are questionable due to the fact that they are not completely sound; and are tainted by flaws. With or without the existence of capital punishment, there is no way to efface the shortcomings and flaws of society.

    Crime gives justice meaning and purpose.

A POOR ANALOGY:

    In the morning of Septermber 12, 2001 (Philippine time), I heard radio broadcasts about an attack on the World Trade Center in Manhattan, New York. Islamic terrorists took planes on a suicide mission; crashed into public edifices; and eventually caused the deaths of numerous unsuspecting individuals. Now I wonder if the followers of Muhammad’s religion truly have any fear of Allah. Surely, the Koran must teach what is good and right. If they struck in the name of their faith, then they are no different from the Jihad warriors bold enough to use the name of their god to conceal political and avaricious intentions.

    From another perspective: other than the destroyed structures in Manhattan, the Pentagon at Washington DC also was victim to the atrocities of the same faction, the same day. Taking the historical records of Hiroshima and Nagasaki into account; it is easy to assume the potential methods of retaliation which the United States is capable of. Perhaps the Afghan forces gained confidence from the fact that America lost at Korea and Vietnam; countries much inferior in comparison. Or they were fortunate enough to presume that George Bush was not man enough to emulate Harry Truman.

    Whether it was religious disobedience or improvident arrogance on the part of the aggressors, a wrong was committed…and more can/will be.