SONA-vagan, SONA-vabitch!

July 23, 2007, another day of infamy. PGMA delivered her SONA. She delivered just that, nothing more. Delivering justice? Economic gains? Nah! It's only the speech she could deliver. PERIOD. For an hour, Filipinos are again subjected to this annual torture. That is poisoning ison their lives, minds and beliefs that the lies told were actually true. Come to think of it. PGMA delivered the STATE OF THE PRESIDENCY ADDRESS! With the real state of the nation on the backdrop. BY STATING THE PRESIDENT IS AS STRONG AS SHE WANTS TO BE is the height of arrogance. This diminutive president has an arrogance far higher than her actual height. Frankly, I din't like her SONA. Whoelse did? Guess none except those Malacanang bright boys who wrote the stupid speech. Instead of stating the NATION IS AS STRONG AS IT WANTS IT TOBE, She did the opposite. And she wrongly thought that the strength of her office is proportional to the state of the nation? SHIT! And it doesn't quite follow that when the opposition is weak, she is strong. But ooops! Neither did I say that I prefer the present political opposition over her. The truth is, I don't trust any of them. Cumon, PGMA's color is the same as that of her opponents. They're all covered with the same stuff and stain.
Their not at all interested in making this Goddamn country strong but are only concerned about their own selves. And, hey! Did your president mention the 2010 elections? She actualy gave the cue for her opponents to "You fuck get off my ass and get busy campaigning for the next fucking polls!" Am I right or am I not wrong? And look at those monkeys in cahoots with this ever cursed government. They clapped like millions of pesos are dangled in their faces. Bull. And so what's the real state of the nation? Look at yourself, then stare at your loved ones. They're the real state of the nation. Cause we are the nation. Those thieves and their minions who project strength are just a miniscule part of this nation. And the opposition and their communist partners? Well, they just wanna be the next thieves, that's all, I guess. hehehehe.
Teka muna sino sino nga ba tatakbo sa 2010? here are my guesses:

FOR PRESIDENT FOR VICE PRESIDENT
VILLAR ROXAS

LEGARDA ESCUDERO

PING LEGARDA

VILLAR ESCUDERO

ROXAS VILLAR

ROXAS VILMA SANTOS

kayo na magdagdag ng iba. Putang ina wala na ba talagang iba?

at war against the enemies of press freedom

Thursday last week, I accompanied our lawyer, Toto Causing, in filing graft charges against GSIS officials before the Ombudsman. The National Press Club, where I presently sit as one of the directors, supports the move of Toto in seeking just punishment against Winston Garcia and his minions (who include, by the way, CORRUPT journalists). But the cases were filed only against the GSIS officials. It involves the question on who really owned the National Press Club lot and building at the foot of Jones Bridge in Manila. The Greedy Service and Insurance System claims they owned it through an auction in 1975 when the NPC then failed to pay its tax arrears. But they refused to acknowledge the fact that then President Marcos issued Letter of INsturction 500, a law, which conveyed the property to the NPC. Half of the property was given tot he GSIS as payment for the NC's debts. Yet, the GSIS wanted more. In fact, it wanted everything. Whew! Typical Winston Garcia. How much did this guy earn from the Parisian Life rebates? Ask Atty. Causing.
We are now at the frontline of a war. We are goping to fight this monster to the last drop of our blood and sweat. We cannot allow them to take away what is ours. The symbol that has perenially served as the beacon of liberty in this part of the world. The NPC building is not just a building. It is an institution. The very institution that guarantees that, indeed, press freedom exists in this country. If we cared less for the next generation, why would we waste time fighting this legal battle?
GSIS, so blatant in its sinister efforts to claim the NPC properties, even charged us for qualified theft over the sale of the Manansala Mural. Yes, we sold the mural for ten million pesos so we can save the Club. Pay its gargantuan debts. Improve its age-old facilities etc. But most of the money remain intact in the bank. GSIS' Garcia is living in denial. If there was a thief among us, it'S ONLY HIM. The NPC owns what it owns. Anyway, I'll just leave the rest of the story to the courts. I'm sure a lot will be written about the case. I'd just copoy and paste them sometime.. Till then...

TRAGIC JUNE

June was a tragic month for me- then and now. On June 7, 2000, I lost my brother to a rookie policeman who shot him from behind. The case is still ongoing. Then on JUne 2 this year, I lost a very close friend- Inspector Virgilio Acabal. He was my vice chairman in one of the organizations that I handle. He was more than a friend. Buboy was like a family to me. I dedicated some of my write ups for him. That morning was fateful for him. He was with his wife in their garage when an assassin came in and pumped six bullets in him. Four hit him on the head and two penetrated his chest. I visited Buboy at the hospital where he fought for life. He died two days after the attack, albeit, with the approval of the wife. It was a very sad ending for my friend. We raised P100,000 as bounty for the capture of the suspect. How I wished I could kill the gunman myself. Buboy's case was quite complicated. At least a member of the family was a suspect... I don't want to preempt the outcome of the investigation so I'd skip on that issue. And so you think the grief ended there? No!
On July 18, I was informed of the death- TRAGIC DEATH- of my newphew's step dad. Remember my slain brother? His wife remarried. Then sadly she became a widow- AGAIN. My heart broke the day I heard the news. I thought of my nephew whom I love so much as my own kid. What happens to him now? I have children of my own yet my nephews and nieces are fond of calling me DADDY. So I'm practically DAD to all of my and my siblings' kids.
All these awful deaths...Bad luck? Guess not. That's life. And life, no matter how fun it is, has its cruelties. In fact, and I know anyone would agree, LIVING IS THE ONLY ASSURANCE THAT WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! PERIOD. It's just a matter of who goes first, or last. Nonetheless, life is a journey, as I kept saying. And until there's a road to travel in life. Until we can keep rolling. UNtil the Divine STOPLIGHT flashed its red light, WE SHOULD, MUST AND TRY TO ENJOY THE RIDE.