“Every Filipino for himself!!!”
By Joltin’ Joe America
I had to toss a blog the other day. The title was something like “Why the Philippines is the stupidest nation in the world.” It was too angry. It was like kicking the dog or putting a fist into the wall, expressing the dismay I personally feel about the direction the nation is taking. And more importantly, expressing my disgust at the values of powerful people who are complacent and compliant in assuring the nation’s headlong plunge into disaster.
My vivid imagination sees the recently built office towers standing as barren, empty shells throwing shadows over the bands of beggars haunting the crime-ridden streets below. Or they will be public housing for thousands of Chinese managers rushing into town to do the bidding of Chinese investors who will be granted the right to own 100% of everything.
That is kind of independence, I suppose. There is that freedom of the poor to sleep in the gutter and rummage through trash piles . . . Janis Joplin in Me and Bobby McGee: “freedom is nothing left to lose” . . . or the job opportunities Filipinos will have as second class citizens doing the hard labor in a nation that used to be their own.
The problem with people of low esteem is that they cast strong people as villains. The crab culture in which the Philippines works is, after all, a culture of low self-esteem that is not surprising considering how people have largely been pawns to greater interests from the Spanish, the Catholic Church, the Americans, the Japanese briefly, and forever by their overbearing, corrupt, me-first dynastic landlords, warlords and archaic autocrats devoid of any compassion toward people beyond their dining room tables.
The problem with people of low self esteem is that they don’t see themselves very well. They are in a daily state of delusional denial. They think they are smart, and normal.
So the President of the Philippines, who seems to me to be a degree beyond insecure and operating in a realm of applied vengeance, sees the US as a villain, laws as a villain, socio-economic health problems (drugs) as a villain, and any critic as a villain. Even if they make total sense and are of high character.
Meanwhile, the opposite bookend of the needy crab culture is the disgusting pile of power mongers who will sell their soul and nation to the devil if it benefits them, personally. Never in my life have I seen so many cowards operating in the guise of congressional privilege.
One main argument for Duterte is the idea that a rash, bold change artist such as him is needed to break through the crust of privilege and power and corruption that has handicapped the nation since Aguinaldo. Meanwhile, he does more of the same, granting handouts to those who favor him and punishing those who complain.
The new definition of inclusion means “you are included in my supporters or you are a worthless piece of shit.”
It’s a classy brand of governance, is it not?
Well, that is the stark side of it, and legislators line up to avoid being cast aside. They can’t stand on their own two feet. They need a benefactor to prop them up. They are not only needy, as are the poor, but they are cowards. The poor are just trapped, and often ignorant. The sycophant legislators are the real beggars of Philippine society. Scum.
As are businessmen, priests and professors who can’t conjure up a reason as to why it is nonsense to kill one’s own citizens as if they were of no higher value than bugs, or who look at China and the US as “either or”, as if the Filipino mind is incapable of crafting the kind of true independence that seeks a beneficial relationship with both.
These alleged people are allegedly smart, many having been schooled in America. Oh, the irony.
So I’m glad I tempered my anger, you know?
My family and I . . . and a whole lot of others of means and principle . . . will be fine as soon as we get off this battered, careening, sinking ship that is being ground across the reefs by a grand and entertaining band of drunken, deranged sailors called a Legislature.
“Every Filipino for himself!!!”
That’s the new slogan I’m going to put on my blog to replace the hopeful old one, “O’ rise, ye land of happy fools.”
At the pace of things in this cess pit of cowardly self-involved toadies, the fools are unlikely to be happy.