Today’s Views

Gombil

Gombil

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Dec 09, 2016

Gombil, many will say that your death is as heavy as the Pantaron Mountains, but I will say that your life is like the Talomo: there is the quiet, there is the surge, there is the strength, and always the ceaseless flowing towards victory.

Wherefrom springs Marcos’ grievous wrong

Wherefrom springs Marcos’ grievous wrong

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Nov 25, 2016

Forgetting the past is an unforgiveable pitfall ever to befall a nation or a race. It provides certainty to a repetition of past errors or wrongs—a repetition that allows for even more serious and far-reaching consequences.

Plurality of poseurs

Plurality of poseurs

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Nov 15, 2016

Many are understandably outraged at the recent Supreme Court decision allowing the burial of the late dictator Ferdinand Marcos at the Libingan ng mga Bayani, with much ire being directed at Rodrigo Duterte and the justices who decided in the affirmative.

Losing sense of history

Losing sense of history

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Nov 11, 2016

We have a thriving history of collective struggle fueled by mass-based organizations and the broad marginalized masses. If we take a moment to reflect on this struggle, historical accounts will prove that we as a nation are capable of reshaping our political and cultural state by means of mobilizations and resistance.

The struggle is real

The struggle is real

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Nov 03, 2016

My goodness, I can only just roll my eyes. Alright, fine, anyone with a formal educational attainment lower than yours are automatically sheep who can be herded around at whim.

Part 2: A cause for reflection

Part 2: A cause for reflection

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Nov 02, 2016

Certainly each of these people’s revolts in separate islands and at different times has its particularity in terms of motivation and specific cause or reason.

Part 1: A cause for reflection

Part 1: A cause for reflection

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Oct 31, 2016

There’s no better way to excavate the long-buried cry of the Earth’s brown child than on this day of his reflection—or celebration? —of his mortality. He is aware of this as often as he settles himself in bed at night to sleep, but comfortable in unperturbed confidence that he has even in his most slumbering forgetfulness a likeness who does not perish, his immortal other-self, what he calls his soul.