There you go. The swift approval of the House of Representatives on House Resolution 1109 is nothing but the height of madness. It isn't nowhere near inspired. On the contrary, it is everywhere close to inspired, if not right smack there. You have to wonder why the rats there are on a sudden rush, or are on a farcical ecstasy, turning numbers to their favor without bothering to truly tell us why they want to con-ass themselves to kingdom come. It is inspired, not the least by their wanton disregard for what they ought to represent. If they represent anything at all, it would be the generations of politicians who have unprecedentedly failed to consider the power bestowed upon them as sacred. I will not be surprised if their noses, in Pinocchio fashion, stretch all the way to Malacañang after claiming "in the service of the Filipino people" as the principle they are willing to belabor. They are inspired by no less than their unsurpassed lust for power. If castration is the only way to penalize—pun intended—those who thirst for power beyond reproach and conscience, the House will bleed like there's no tomorrow.
The thing about HR 1109 or any other Constituent Assembly measure is that, when in full effect, it makes everything else possible. In times like these when you can barely trust Gloria and her cabals, who in his sane mind would want to ride their wagon and tread unknown paths? Well, in the first place, they are the ones only the mad will trust with unbridled confidence. Despite fears and anxieties storming the country like the mighty Habagat, the members of the House marched on, warts and all. They who swore before God and the People—people being the Filipino people and God, well, who knows which god they are worshiping these days—to serve the interests of the public are the same people who are now putting arrogance up their asses, right through their chests, and straight into their heads, assuming they still have both heart and mind intact. Never mind asses. From where I sit, they put Kim Kardashian to shame and shambles, only that they have their rear up on their shoulders.
The House majority bloc is a classic example; minus the class, more of the ass, especially con-ass.
At the least, you really have to wonder why the haste. Granted that we need massive changes in the way we handle politics and governance, do we really need to change things at a time when confidence is as dry as the deserts of Gobi? Believing Prospero Nograles, are things really that bad on this side of the planet that we have to seek foreigners to own parts of what we have as a country the soonest time possible? Maybe so, and I doubt Prospero Nograles isn't tongue-in-cheek on this one. Maybe he envisions—with all signs of delusion—that this country has gone so bad that we need more of Gloria than any less of her. It is the worst kind of thought that could sink into the mind of the average Filipino. It is the best thought that could be hammered into the callous head of the prosperous kind. There is no known cure yet for that bizarre mental condition. Not even the folks at Quiapo have the concoction for that.
If there is anything, anything at all, that can be learned from this one, it is this: never dare to trust those who are currently lording over this country from the plenary halls of Congress. If there's Gloria written all over any thing, bet your life that it is not a bitter pill that can comfort the afflicted. It can only make matters from worse to worst, with trust being the first in line. There is truth to the saying that you cannot just be too trusting to some people these days, some people more vile and hideous than others. For all her lack in size Gloria makes up for her belligerence for power. That's too little to say for someone who has been presumably twice president and yet not having been actually elected into office.
For this inspired madness that will go down in history as one of the worst kinds of legislative proceedings, I salute those behind HR 1109 with both middle fingers, one up the nether region of their body where the sun never shines, and another just in case the hole is too wide for one. The names of those who spoke "aye" through the crevices of their teeth will be printed as footnotes to yet another dark chapter in Philippine history. This is the House of Representatives that serves as the main den for those who swear allegiance to a leader whose corruption is more contagious than swine flu, for those who conspire to toy around the Constitution like a dick, and for those who laugh their way to the banks with the people's taxes on one hand and the goody bags from Malacañang on the other.
When some people do conspire, it is not always fun to see them make asses of themselves. It is not always fun to see them con-ass themselves as if the sun has shone its last.
The thing about HR 1109 or any other Constituent Assembly measure is that, when in full effect, it makes everything else possible. In times like these when you can barely trust Gloria and her cabals, who in his sane mind would want to ride their wagon and tread unknown paths? Well, in the first place, they are the ones only the mad will trust with unbridled confidence. Despite fears and anxieties storming the country like the mighty Habagat, the members of the House marched on, warts and all. They who swore before God and the People—people being the Filipino people and God, well, who knows which god they are worshiping these days—to serve the interests of the public are the same people who are now putting arrogance up their asses, right through their chests, and straight into their heads, assuming they still have both heart and mind intact. Never mind asses. From where I sit, they put Kim Kardashian to shame and shambles, only that they have their rear up on their shoulders.
The House majority bloc is a classic example; minus the class, more of the ass, especially con-ass.
At the least, you really have to wonder why the haste. Granted that we need massive changes in the way we handle politics and governance, do we really need to change things at a time when confidence is as dry as the deserts of Gobi? Believing Prospero Nograles, are things really that bad on this side of the planet that we have to seek foreigners to own parts of what we have as a country the soonest time possible? Maybe so, and I doubt Prospero Nograles isn't tongue-in-cheek on this one. Maybe he envisions—with all signs of delusion—that this country has gone so bad that we need more of Gloria than any less of her. It is the worst kind of thought that could sink into the mind of the average Filipino. It is the best thought that could be hammered into the callous head of the prosperous kind. There is no known cure yet for that bizarre mental condition. Not even the folks at Quiapo have the concoction for that.
If there is anything, anything at all, that can be learned from this one, it is this: never dare to trust those who are currently lording over this country from the plenary halls of Congress. If there's Gloria written all over any thing, bet your life that it is not a bitter pill that can comfort the afflicted. It can only make matters from worse to worst, with trust being the first in line. There is truth to the saying that you cannot just be too trusting to some people these days, some people more vile and hideous than others. For all her lack in size Gloria makes up for her belligerence for power. That's too little to say for someone who has been presumably twice president and yet not having been actually elected into office.
For this inspired madness that will go down in history as one of the worst kinds of legislative proceedings, I salute those behind HR 1109 with both middle fingers, one up the nether region of their body where the sun never shines, and another just in case the hole is too wide for one. The names of those who spoke "aye" through the crevices of their teeth will be printed as footnotes to yet another dark chapter in Philippine history. This is the House of Representatives that serves as the main den for those who swear allegiance to a leader whose corruption is more contagious than swine flu, for those who conspire to toy around the Constitution like a dick, and for those who laugh their way to the banks with the people's taxes on one hand and the goody bags from Malacañang on the other.
When some people do conspire, it is not always fun to see them make asses of themselves. It is not always fun to see them con-ass themselves as if the sun has shone its last.
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