The trouble with us Filipinos is that we are easily appeased. Even when our expectations are not met, we tend to compromise more often than pursue what we want to achieve or gain.
If we have the penchant for patterns, we would probably notice that most years of our lives, we spend in
circuses, or carnivals—or peryas. Such funfairs are never fair and not incessantly fun. Upon further reflection
of our shared experiences, as cliché as it may sound, we derive lessons from these rides of life and learn to
move on to the next attraction; unless we take the machines from the owners, destroy ones that do not suit
our needs, take what remains and operate another system.
So-called Dutertards are often accused of drinking the Kool-Aid, the idiomatic expression used to mean the absolute internalization of a doctrine or complete fixation upon something or someone to the point that no possible flaw or fallibility can be attributed to it.
In my previous articles, I have emphasized how crucial it is for us, adults, to be watchful with our own words, especially when we are facing the children. Oftentimes, a lot of adults sometimes tend to forget that the children (who are, by the way, all over in this side of the planet) are sure to imitate from the words to the deeds, even down to the stream of thoughts. They copy everything.
Let us render celebratory tribute to our mother tongue through a prideful exhibition of its virtues in poetry and songs. It is in poetry and songs the rare charm of a language manifests in the excellent use of its distinct idioms. The balitaw is one such literary genre which has journeyed through the ages and survived across the tyrannical terrain of our colonial experience. Its precious virtues are here shown to glorious verbal sculpture in the Cebuano tradition as both a song and as a poetic construct.
What is profoundly expressed by the evacuees is their aspiration to go back home despite the fear that they may have lost everything in the incessant bombings which they could still overhear at night.
That logic woefully remains with us, with or without Martial Law. It’s what allows the drug wars to continue, it’s what places the blame on Kidapawan farmers for getting themselves shot. It’s what derides activists as troublemakers and rallies as provocations.
The resurrection of these elites – the likes of Marcos and Arroyo – to national political power does not signal any cleansing of conscience from the past. There will never be a repentance that could once and for all purge the history of plunder, corruption and impunity that they themselves nurtured because the very political system that installed them to power remains the system that they now capitalize on.
It is highly known these days that yes, thoughts affect the life force. Back then, it was totally hard to grasp this kind of concept. These kinds of experiment is a downright validation to this whole idea. What is this telling us? That in the grand scheme of things, our thoughts play out as the invisible basis for all the things here on Earth.
While it may be said that the President’s decision still gets the nod of Filipinos as claimed by government apologists, the blunders cannot be ignored.