We, Filipinos have an odd way of commemorating the loss of our dear departed. If one takes a cursory look over the world.wide.web, during the past two days, it would seem that we are the only “Christian” world that spends so much time over lost opportunities.
I saw on television an official of the PCOO distributing slippers and food packs to a poor community somewhere in the national capital region yesterday, and I thought, nothing has really changed. It’s the same old make-believe that we have seen the past administrations had done to show that they “care” for the poor.
Time and again we have been choosing our leaders among the “least evil”, and we settle for the “less corrupt”. We thought our choices were enough, and so we go out and exercise our right to suffrage believing that we have done our duty like we should, faithful to the sanctity of the ballot.
Not even the crazed United States President Trump whose multibillion-dollar business empire could bring him to another planet haven, away from the contamination of radiation and save himself if his dirty finger presses the nuclear button.
They say being a teacher is a sublime calling, because the forming human faculties with knowledge and skills that would make it beneficial to society is no small thing and is a very challenging undertaking. For one, it is unlike the regular office job wherein one is only required to render at least eight hours of service each day.