There are many things running in my mind -- though I have nothing to do today (can you believe it? Monday and no work?! hah!!), I keep myself busy because I very much know that an idle mind is a devil's workplace -- you know, I might actually think of persons I don't wanna think of and kill them with the pen that is sitting pretty regally in front of me... or maybe apply my psionic powers to dictate them to poke their eyes with a pen that is sitting regally in front of them... Owkei... enough, my mind is after all becoming a gruesome warehouse of the darkness. Hahaha!
Moving on, I just would like to blurb about what happened the other day -- I would like to get it out of my system. Su permiso señore...
On the Ultra Stampede --
I woke up Saturday morning (cut it out! 11:59 is still morning, gimme a break!) and turned on the television set in the hopes of watching some cartoons (I am a big-time anime freakazoid!) and after several channel switches, I can see the same scenes in the screen (must be some TV bug). There were lot of gruelsome people, ambulances, network convoy, the Vice-President and so on. I wondered what the freak was goin on?
The news slowly sank in as I began to see dead bodies piled up on the street, people wailing and police officers trying to take over the situation -- and of course, a lot of moronic individuals who smile and wave everytime the camera pans at them. Stampede. That's what the reporter said.
My blank almost dead-bat mind tried to search for whatever associations I could find for the word. Top of mind recall -- Lion King where Mufasa was carrying the poor Simba as they join the "stampede". The next thing that popped in my left cerebrum were Jurassic Park and King Kong where people, brontosauruses and triceratops were being salivatically *eww* chased by T-Rexes. Those were my associations! Animals stomping over each other in morbid haze -- but people on people -- na-ah! Definitely not!
But the truth was there right in front of me while some friggin media person was on cam as he was still tinkering with his mobile phone. People were dead -- more or less, 80 people for that matter. It was sickening to the core. I mean, people die, YES. They die because of cancer, leukemia, AIDS, whatsoever. They die because of old age. They die because of calamities. But they don't die being stomped over. And yet, 80 people did.
My heart is sinking. I feel a lot of pity for the plight of the Filipino race. I am not your burning patriot. I am pathetic down to my very core. I don't rally for human rights, I watch them in television sets. When I was a writer, I hated news and editorials about social and moral issues; instead I wrote about tragic love stories and features on trekking and whatsoevers. When I joined the radio industry, I did not go to Bombo radyo to shout against corruption and immorality. As a matter of fact, I disc jockeyed for an FM station so that I could listen to good ol' music the whole day.
But even then, I am concerned -- of our bleak future, of corrupt country that I inhabited for more than two decades. Had I been in the Recto and Magsaysay era, I would have had high hopes. Problem is we don't.
I am not your goody-assed nor am I gooey-eyed. Everything in front of me is a blur. But I still have vision. (migration?! hmm... kidding!) People should see business in this chaos.. Money for them, taxes for the government and employment for the people. Am I being a puppy of the capitalist? Maybe but if you have a better option, email me.
I rest my case.
