After Listening to President Aquino on EDSA Anniversary Mass

Thanks, President Aquino, for sharing to us your juvenile thoughts when your father was killed and tossed. I was watching the television that lunch time of August 21 when the tube went blank, but news of your father’s assassination has hit the airwaves, and I saw my own father’s face, his concern, his sadness. My father told me about your father’s genius and gift of gab, and together, my father and I listened to that one rare moment when from prison, he was allowed an interview, and gosh, he outsmarted his interviewers, including that Sri Lankan Ronnie Nathanielz.

Of course any one of us would very much like to avenge a senseless act of violence for a loved one, but as you reminded us, that is not forgiving, that is not the way to peace, not love at all.

I have done my best to listen to you, as you are my President, Now I will put my total trust in you on this Bangsamoro Law, because you are right, peace begins with us.

And as St. Francis would pray…..

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life

On Mission Exodus and the Magnificent Forty-four.

The dead tally stands at forty-four, reason for a nationwide highly emotional hoopla, President Aquino receiving the severest criticism: first, for a fault called failure of operation, because bashers contend that if it was a success, there would not be 44 lives taken from their loved ones, and second, for a no-show at the arrival rites of the lifeless and shattered bodies of the magnificent troopers in metal caskets, draped by Philippine flags, and to which I surmise that the President was still in a state of shock, even if he was putting up a brave front at a car show in Laguna, and please, presidential spokespersons,do not undermine the people’s intelligence by saying he was getting through scheduled events, how lame an excuse is that, because a president must be first in line when his troops come, dead or alive. The people would have understood it more if someone said he was sick, and we would have understood that he was shaken. Wrong advice, ES Paquito Ochoa, to shelter the President by sending him to the car show.

The President met with the families privately, and spoke on prime time television two times. Not once though did he defend himself, not even when the legislative houses turned into spectacles, especially the lower house called congress, where the representatives reduced their house to much of an agora, no offense to market vendors, please.

But today, the honorable senators are mum, after executive sessions that invoke secrecy. Chairperson Senator Grace Poe is explaining that no cover-ups will be made so the President might be saved. There is no such thing, Senator Grace, forty-four dead means the mission was lethal. That was why the best and the bravest were sent there, because it was impossible to get out alive, Those men knew the Mamasapano gauntlet meant their demise, and they faced it. Mission Exodus was more than saving face. Mission Exodus was saving our country from far more ghastly scenarios, saving our families from whining and wailing in lamentation.

The valiant forty-four will forever be heroes in our history books, and their beings forever etched in our hearts.

A genuinely giggly moment. (which perhaps I must delete, for laughing at the President might not be advisable, sigh)

What do you know, the local news week’s unpalatable drama culminates in a laughable moment, when the president chuckles, because of one of the two serious petitions the famous preacher Bro. Eddie begs the Lord: one, to bestow upon the incumbent a glorious presidency (which of course the greatness of which is dimmed by the annals of the past five years, because of horrifying events, and it is only with time, or with history, can this presidency be rendered great), and two, to bestow upon the eligible old bachelor a love life (oh gosh, I can’t stop laughing). At this juncture, Bro. Eddie, I would have found you credible had you asked for a caregiver for the president. You could put me first in the list. Toiinnnk 🙂

President Benigno Aquino III, emerges from DAP controversy, as yet the kindest president this nation has.

As stubborn and as bratty as he remains, this honest and sincere president who only has the welfare of the people in his mind and in his heart, makes a firm and formidable stance, to protect his suffering bosses, from those who miss the mark.

The DAP issue reverberates through the valleys of death, about its illegality, as the Supreme Court declares it unconstitutional. Tell that to the hungry and the ailing, the pauper and the dying. Would they even listen?

NO, they won’t.

What matters to them is the food that could appease the churning of their stomachs.
What matters to them is the paracetamol that could take away the fever that chills both their body and their soul.

This president’s bosses are begging.

And the educated minds calculate that they could wait another day? For what?

For propriety?

Gosh! What propriety are we talking about? Have we not learned about what we must do, that when presented with two evils, we choose the lesser evil?

And the media, whose job is reportage, magnifies its lack of excellence by assuming that every question and opinion that they could think of has every right to be uttered or printed, adding to the buzz or the noise of the professional protesters. The media need to be reminded that senseless presumptions could be detrimental to our nation.

The bosses are down on the pit, dying, and you wait another day to help? Pardon me. Reality check: there is never a tomorrow to live, there is only today.

It is so easy to see that there is no error nor fault in the usage of the savings. The money was spent on the people.

The fault lies on those who make mountain out of a molehill, those who argue that morality is at stake here, because the end does not justify the means.

That is missing the mark.

For did not our Lord say “The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath.”

Give that savings to those who suffer and need it, What is the hay for if the horse is dead?

By and large, this president has come of age. To stand against a ruling of the Supreme Court is scary enough, He met it anyway.

That is what I call “My President.”

One fine day.

The dry spell is perhaps over, It’s a beautiful cloudy and windy day. I am enjoying a relaxing afternoon, after getting the girls off to work and school, and after visiting Sister Angelina at Medical City, she had a surgery resulting from a tripping accident, and I pray she gets back on her feet soon enough. Her daughter flew from London, so I suppose that will speed up her healing. She was kicking when I came in her ASCU cubicle. Please pray for her.

The seasons hath changeth and yet again. And what do you know, Bong and Jinggoy are finally behind bars. Interesting the ala telenovela the two actors cum senators staged for us, so full of drama, and yet the scripts are not to their liking. Oh well, I will hold my piece until they are proven guilty. My title, of course, will be “A Tale of Two Senators.” Nope, I am not trying to demean these personages, I just want to make a study of how two proud men lost something from their brat package, like Bong going barefoot in a post mug shot pic, while looking at the police huddled, as if deciding what to do with him next, and Jinggoy doing away with his trademark smirk when he departed from his posh house and headed to his father’s equally elegant home, and then father and son, both of whom were once charged of plunder, to Camp Crame. The images are surreal, actually.


It is a lovely day.

I am watching Portugal versus the USA, by the way.

The World Cup is more entertaining, this one fine day.

Regarding the Bible…

The Bible never hurts. The Bible is an anthology of the greatest books ever written, and that includes the greatest story ever told, the supreme sacrifice our Lord has offered to save us.

Indeed, the Bible is the history of our salvation, the salvation from the original sin, from which also sprung the first sin on earth, brother killing brother. The Bible is a story of one hurt after another, and it shows how greed and envy, gluttony and lust, anger, sloth and pride consume us. 

Our stories are nothing compared to the intensity of grief experienced by the characters in the Bible. That means, we only have to read and know their stories, and we can discern and make good decisions for our own lives.

Problem is, people put down reading the Bible: one, because of its immensity, and two, many others boast about having read it and sort of condescend others who have not, making the others feel insecure.

i suggest, for those who have not read the Bible, to open to the books of the familiar stories, such as Adam and Eve. Cain and Abel, Abraham, Noah, Moses, David and Goliath, David and Jonathan, David and Saul, Ruth, Esther, Susanna, Judith, and just read on. It is easy to get hooked. I will postpone reading Job for a later time, because of the intensity of pain in the story. Get to Daniel and the Lions, Samson and Delilah, Jonas and the Whale, and the Jericho story, and Gideon. Breeze through the Proverbs and learn much about maxims of life, you can memorize them if you like.

Then go to the Gospel, which we actually know already, because we hear it all the time. I will begin reading with the gospel according to St. Luke, because he presented to gospel like a telenovela. And he wrote the Acts of the Apostles, a continuation of the telenovela.

Have fun reading. The Bible is not a scary stuff. The Bible does not mean to make you feel like a sinner in repentance all the time. The Bible is God’s stories for us, and we must enjoy reading His stories.

President Barack came to town.

It was a grand and heartwarming welcome for President Barack Obama in Manila, red carpet, twenty-one gun salute, and a real hot sun. It was Filipino hospitality at its best: the native food, the pangkat kawayan, the Kuh Ledesma/Leo Valcez voices, and the courteousness and kindness that is innately Filipino.

I listened, of course, to what the two presidents have to say about the visit and the affairs of the region and the rest of the world. Criticisms abound, but we have to give it to these two great men (both my age), that they are doing their damnest best for peace and the betterment of all the peoples of the world. I do not doubt their sincerity and honesty, for they would have blundered in front of the cameras, but I did hear spontaneous responses, not calibrated, and sometimes, I would like to reprimand the critics for creating a whole bunch of senseless stumbling blocks the slows the success of these leaders.

Hope springs eternal.

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