There have been so much news that tested my patience lately and challenged my optimism towards our government; like there will be no hope left tomorrow for our successors. As much as I would want to remain calm and stop myself from stabbing some people upon seeing them, I’d also like to exercise my right to entertainment; which is the better way, rather than stress myself out of the bludgeoning facts slapping us all Filipinos in the face. Pilipinas, ano ka na lang bukas?
On Jeane Napoles:
I have to admit that her name alone sparks some enviousness within me. It makes me feel like I’m certainly unfortunate in many ways compared to her materially. Jeane Napoles is the daughter of Janet Lim Napoles, the recently accused persona in the 10B peso scam inside our government institutions through its strategic near genius game of creating dummy NGOs.
-> So why is Jeane in the picture?
Jeane, if you’ve seen her in the pics, is a typical Filipina kirara girl who looks a little better compared to Elizabeth Ramsey. She is the daughter who flaunted her lavish lifestyle in the US for everyone to see; unfortunately, blinded by her innocence(?) and materialistic ego, she never expected that soon enough she will be the living testament to all allegations thrown against their family. I have all rights to be envious of her. Everything she has is pure luxury and it is something I cannot afford. I mean, I can sell everything I own right now including that of my family’s, but it still wouldn’t suffice or even at least equal her net worth at her very young age. I despise myself for this, but I just can’t help feel needy when I write my name beside hers…
-> The 10B Pork Barrel and Malampaya fund Scam:
Now let’s put that in the picture and let’s directly involve Jeane being the daughter of the accused. This is where everything turns out to be detrimental to morality and justice. I am a law abiding citizen, responsible enough to pay my taxes every month (because I have no choice) which is equivalent to 32% of my total income. I am also one of those who do not see where my taxes go, but not for long… I see my taxes horrendously transforming into a Porsche Cayenne and Porsche Boxster, into a Hermes bag and a Christian Louboutin heels. I see it in Ritz Carlton, in a Hublot Big Bang watch and a complete collection of Celine bags. I see it in a party at a Beverly Hills hotel. I see it in the offspring of the culprit who walked away with heads up high believing in her self inflicted clarity of conscience with all the nerves to face the Filipino people and deny her evil deeds. She deserves to be silenced through the wailing cry of all our hopeful kababayans still patiently waiting for the sun to rise in the East the next morning. Never did it even cross my mind what my taxes can afford; needless to say, what OURS combined can…
-> It came from a legitimate business venture:
I heard that statement many times already. It’s an old story that everyone’s been trying to resurrect to save their asses from damnation. But no. How big of a business can you possibly have? Perhaps as big as those of the Sys? Or the Ayalas? The Cojuangcos? And why are you flaunting it? Nouveau Riche. That’s what it is… In a short period of time, just enough for Jeane to have her first red day and feel of her natural boobs sprouting from her chest; her parents already sky rocketed their net worth to an almost miraculous feat. Now that is real inspiring. If they can only share their secrets.
the one who got, WITH ALL OUR TAXES, away!
On the informal settlers:
I have nothing morally or socially against them, but I have everything against the way they execute their day to day activities in the community which makes them an essential ingredient in the impoverished landscape of our nation. Informal settlers or squatters as we commonly call them are adding up to the weight of our country’s challenges. I’m not generalizing the people living in an illegally occupied land mass, but I am here to state what is typical and what is imagined of them to be when tagged as one. I am coming from a point where it is in my better understanding of what a third world country we are; which will therefore invalidate your claim for me to be speaking in an elitist tone. I am not one, as a matter of fact, I lived a couple of my yonder years in an environment I so despise now mainly because of the people’s attitude in its domain.
-> On poverty:
Poverty is a given problem in our society, thanks of course to all the dishonest Pinoys out there wanting so much from life they forget to be human. Though I understand that not everyone is fortunate enough to be born in a well nurturing family lead by a responsible father and a caring mother; everyone of us has a choice in the latter. I do believe that it is still in our individuality that we are able to carry out our life in a way that will favor us without harming other’s future. It is in our beliefs and philosophy that we are able to appear as victors rather than villains in the grand scheme of it all. Poverty is not an excuse, because just like a typical flu on a bad day, poverty can be cured.
-> On skwa-skwa people:
“Nagpapalaki lang sila ng bayag.” It’s what you see in the slums. People tambay everywhere sharing gossips and promoting small talks making it trend like Twitter. They don’t do anything about their life, they just wait for the blessings to come; from concerned citizens sometimes, but mostly from the government. They are the ones with the loudest woes. They are the ones who take it to the streets protesting and condemning our government for being so corrupt and unjust that their lives are nothing but a series of dreadful misery. They are part of the problem and they demand more than what they deserve without even thinking about what contribution they could’ve plausibly extended to help.
-> On housing projects and relocation sites:
Now this is the funny part. We, from the middle (working/SME) class, strives so hard to make a living and religiously pay our dues to the country we call home. We, who can’t even afford our own lot and property because of the tough times we are faced with. We, whose dreams are hanging in the air waiting to be fulfilled in time because now is just so desperate we couldn’t even take a step forward in our financial status. And we, as educated people sweating everyday in all hopes of beating the odds, making sure we get the security of tenure in our jobs, and the financial security we have always aspired for; funds all these…
It is from our taxes again that these government projects are funded for the informal settlers or our less fortunate kababayans. And I hate it. I feel completely robbed out unlucky. Think about it, they get to settle and have a house of their own through our efforts. I am not counting. It’s just that I cannot see in them the same amount of effort exerted to better their lives. Oo bitter ako! I mean, how lucky can these people possibly be? #EnoughSaid
If there are two things in common about these stories, it would be that 1.) ordinary citizens fund the rich people and 2.) ordinary citizens fund the less fortunate. We are like the middle child in this picture where we are given less attention by the government because we are unseen. We are robbed and through that robbing we are given no choice. This is my personal take on Jeane Napoles and the informal settlers; this is what I think of them. I am bitter, not because that my tax is high, but because I don’t see it going anywhere just like every Juan of this nation. It is disheartening and it is morally breaking.
We remain to be poor because of people like Janet Lim Napoles robbing us, but there are people like Janet Lim Napoles because we choose to remain poor like those in the squatters area who doesn’t know the value of hardwork; greedy, selfish, and never contented.
…kaya BITTER AKO!
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