Typhoon Ondoy

There is nothing more exciting for rescuers at heart than to have another emergency!  It warms up their blood, their adrenalin starts pumping, they soar into the midst of danger and risk their lives — sometimes plunging into the center of the hazards never to return.  Ordinary people like us, would just as soon pee in their pants.

I wrote this post with several people today.  I hope Pres. Arroyo and Sec. Teodoro will read it.  And take a little cue from there.  Or else, the lives of our heroes, the rescuers at heart, will all be in vain.

In the Eye of the Storm

Pres. Arroyo and Sec. Teodoro: Will they measure up to Ondoy?

It’s now a wee bit sunny.  The common dialogue and buzz words yesterday was a narration of one’s and others’ personal heroic effort for helping save lives with shaky voices to boot, lunod, anod, baha, flood, water and nature’s stampede, patay, ilalim, tubig, walang tubig, walang ilaw, taas ng tubig, ligtas, global warming, perwisyo, perdisyon, parusa ng Diyos, bata, dasal, matanda, babae, lampas taong tubig, walang pasok, di makaalis, hate weather, masamang panahon, kawawa, may sakit, ebakwit, evacuation center, iskul, etcetera. Etcetera. Etcetera.

An old woman was shouting at her supposed rescuers why they arrived so, so late. Bakit ngayong lang kayo dumating, ika niya. Di niyo ba alam, wala na kaming kain-kain? Tingnan ninyo ito, wala na nga akong panloob, o! (Why did you arrive only now? she asked. Didn’t you know we don’t have anything more to eat? Look here, I don’t even have any panties to wear!)  Read more about this post here…

To stop or not to stop

At another time, another place I would stop blogging.

Some of the best bloggers I know have stopped blogging. I am not really sure why. But it does puzzle me no end. Why drop out of something that is wonderful? Something that is fulfilling, if to some extent also revealingly embarrassing?

One would say, welcome to the world of transparency. I used to dream about 20 or more years ago about a fashion line made up of transparent bags, blouses, pants, even undergarments. That’s how overly visual, perchance, voyeuristique? one can get. Suddenly there it all was, a line of transparent garments. Not perfect, as such, but positively to the tune of my real preferences and even favorites. Hmmm…

Then comes blogging: where bloggers, figuratively, suddenly shed everything they are wearing and become transparent. That no one is spared from wearing her or his birthday suit is a fact.

One of my colleagues in trans communications said that even the mental lisps of idiots are bared in full view of the world public in a blog. The brain damage and other defects of fools are wholly unmasked. The psychic dysfunction of those without any redeeming morals and values are unraveled.

Even criminals are suddenly discovered for what they really are. Its a totally depictive and picturesque medium, this web logging.

It will be the very nerve of the coming revolution.

But what really concerns me is that hopefully any revolution in the future must first be able to eliminate the irredeemable fools and nincompoops and notorious ogres in our midst. And I don’t particularly like to give reference only to the ones who don’t know how to spell, don’t understand math, or simply count whole numbers. 🙂

For after all, that has never, ever been, nor will ever be, my advocacy.