Wow.
That was the first word that slipped through my teeth after reading the latest spur against Filipinos. In an interview in Late Show with David Letterman, Alec Baldwin remarked "I think about getting a Filipino mail-order bride at this point or a Russian one, I don't care, I'm 51," to which Letterman responded, "Get one for me, for later." I do not exactly know how the Russians must have felt after watching the divorced actor hammer their women in less than twenty seconds of wishful thinking. But what I do know is that some of us met it with fierce opposition and condemnation. We've had almost the same experience with Teri Hatcher, the British show Harry and Paul, and Chip Tsao. Sort of makes you wonder if there's anything closer to having the rest of the world turn against you other than all these.
It seems like we've been getting more attention than what we are used to handle these past few months. If anything, it does point us to the idea that we are not forgotten. At the least, it confirms that we are still pretty much part of this system that they call "globalized" world, only that we've been at the receiving end of mockery and ridicule wrapped in hints of jest. You have personalities still having a fraction of their time devoted to bullying third-world countries led by incompetent bastards, ours notwithstanding, you know very well that we are still remembered. We are remembered, but not in the way that we want ourselves to be remembered by others.
To be sure, Baldwin just did us a favor. His remark, derogatory as it may seem and sound, which I reckon is no less than what it really is, was enough to stir a portion of this country and to cause some of our sensibilities to come ringing like a squealing siren in the dead of the night. To say that you desire for Filipino mail-order brides in front of national television, you can't be any more frank than that. To call it jest is an anorexic excuse. I even have my doubts if it was jest in the first place. I surmise it must have been more like a Freudian slip of the tongue, which is knowing on the back of your head that these things happen somewhere in the world and not being able to hold your mouth in a moment's notice. Our case of women-peddling is not a laughing matter. It's as hell serious as having a demented leader sit atop the country like a fraudulent, deceitful and cheating nymph, which she really is. I will not be surprised if Baldwin knows some of these things, but I'm no less than glad that he brought the issue right smack at a time when our attention has continuously failed to take notice of the wretched ways that our women are oftentimes thrown into.
And thrown into they are. A thing that comes to mind is the case of Katrina Halili, the full glory of her naked body caught on video, rubbing flesh and all with another soul who now claims insanity or drug-use for defense. Either he's insane or a user. Surely, you cannot be sane enough, let alone decent enough, to spread through the internet your wanton obscenity without minding its dire consequences or the thing that makes it simply wrong in the first place. Surely, you cannot be addicted enough to an intoxicating substance just so to push yourself on the brink of implosion, taking a fleeting glimpse of eternal nirvana and publicly exposing thy ecstatic copulation thereafter. You can only be one who sees women as hole-carrying citizens of the earth whose fates are confined to fulfilling the libidinous desires of those who cannot tame their wild and merciless jackhammers. You can only be one who is out to prove before the world your unlikely manhood at the expense, physical and emotional, of other people. Now if that is not worth any ounce of awe, I do not know what else is.
Well, maybe Senator Bong Revilla and his tantrums at the podium are. For the most part, he is missing the whole point, which is truly the most part of his attempts to bring justice to the fold. You want justice, you just don't seek to revoke someone's license to practice medicine. That is a downright cheap shot that falls short of becoming utterly pointless. You want true justice, you just don't forget about the thousands of other cases screaming huge injustice, unseen and unheard from the walls and halls of the Senate, only to focus on those where the cameras are shooting at. That is being picky. That is monumental hypocrisy. Somebody wants to be a champion of women, at least stop womanizing. But that's another story. I can only begin to imagine the mileage he may get from the case he is dipping his hands into. For being relatively inexistent in the Senate throughout most of his "career" as a legislator, here he now braves himself forward eager to bring justice to some women scorned. Now if that is not worth any ounce of awe, then I do not know whatever has happened to irony.
I do not know if Alec Baldwin knows of it, but despite the remote chances of hearing the news, I can only surmise that he will reward himself a fitful dose of laughter in the private corners of his room. He might say, "You burst in rage upon hearing unsavory remarks about your women and yet you treat them far worse than I would have thought. It makes sense to think that your women have all the more reasons to become mail-order brides for foreigners than to wed their own men."
You shack your women in front of a camera and hope in the end that you will stun the rest of the world in awe, it's enough to solicit a "wow" at best, a "wow" made with a blank face.
That was the first word that slipped through my teeth after reading the latest spur against Filipinos. In an interview in Late Show with David Letterman, Alec Baldwin remarked "I think about getting a Filipino mail-order bride at this point or a Russian one, I don't care, I'm 51," to which Letterman responded, "Get one for me, for later." I do not exactly know how the Russians must have felt after watching the divorced actor hammer their women in less than twenty seconds of wishful thinking. But what I do know is that some of us met it with fierce opposition and condemnation. We've had almost the same experience with Teri Hatcher, the British show Harry and Paul, and Chip Tsao. Sort of makes you wonder if there's anything closer to having the rest of the world turn against you other than all these.
It seems like we've been getting more attention than what we are used to handle these past few months. If anything, it does point us to the idea that we are not forgotten. At the least, it confirms that we are still pretty much part of this system that they call "globalized" world, only that we've been at the receiving end of mockery and ridicule wrapped in hints of jest. You have personalities still having a fraction of their time devoted to bullying third-world countries led by incompetent bastards, ours notwithstanding, you know very well that we are still remembered. We are remembered, but not in the way that we want ourselves to be remembered by others.
To be sure, Baldwin just did us a favor. His remark, derogatory as it may seem and sound, which I reckon is no less than what it really is, was enough to stir a portion of this country and to cause some of our sensibilities to come ringing like a squealing siren in the dead of the night. To say that you desire for Filipino mail-order brides in front of national television, you can't be any more frank than that. To call it jest is an anorexic excuse. I even have my doubts if it was jest in the first place. I surmise it must have been more like a Freudian slip of the tongue, which is knowing on the back of your head that these things happen somewhere in the world and not being able to hold your mouth in a moment's notice. Our case of women-peddling is not a laughing matter. It's as hell serious as having a demented leader sit atop the country like a fraudulent, deceitful and cheating nymph, which she really is. I will not be surprised if Baldwin knows some of these things, but I'm no less than glad that he brought the issue right smack at a time when our attention has continuously failed to take notice of the wretched ways that our women are oftentimes thrown into.
And thrown into they are. A thing that comes to mind is the case of Katrina Halili, the full glory of her naked body caught on video, rubbing flesh and all with another soul who now claims insanity or drug-use for defense. Either he's insane or a user. Surely, you cannot be sane enough, let alone decent enough, to spread through the internet your wanton obscenity without minding its dire consequences or the thing that makes it simply wrong in the first place. Surely, you cannot be addicted enough to an intoxicating substance just so to push yourself on the brink of implosion, taking a fleeting glimpse of eternal nirvana and publicly exposing thy ecstatic copulation thereafter. You can only be one who sees women as hole-carrying citizens of the earth whose fates are confined to fulfilling the libidinous desires of those who cannot tame their wild and merciless jackhammers. You can only be one who is out to prove before the world your unlikely manhood at the expense, physical and emotional, of other people. Now if that is not worth any ounce of awe, I do not know what else is.
Well, maybe Senator Bong Revilla and his tantrums at the podium are. For the most part, he is missing the whole point, which is truly the most part of his attempts to bring justice to the fold. You want justice, you just don't seek to revoke someone's license to practice medicine. That is a downright cheap shot that falls short of becoming utterly pointless. You want true justice, you just don't forget about the thousands of other cases screaming huge injustice, unseen and unheard from the walls and halls of the Senate, only to focus on those where the cameras are shooting at. That is being picky. That is monumental hypocrisy. Somebody wants to be a champion of women, at least stop womanizing. But that's another story. I can only begin to imagine the mileage he may get from the case he is dipping his hands into. For being relatively inexistent in the Senate throughout most of his "career" as a legislator, here he now braves himself forward eager to bring justice to some women scorned. Now if that is not worth any ounce of awe, then I do not know whatever has happened to irony.
I do not know if Alec Baldwin knows of it, but despite the remote chances of hearing the news, I can only surmise that he will reward himself a fitful dose of laughter in the private corners of his room. He might say, "You burst in rage upon hearing unsavory remarks about your women and yet you treat them far worse than I would have thought. It makes sense to think that your women have all the more reasons to become mail-order brides for foreigners than to wed their own men."
You shack your women in front of a camera and hope in the end that you will stun the rest of the world in awe, it's enough to solicit a "wow" at best, a "wow" made with a blank face.
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