X-List: Five Things I Do to Contribute to the Decay of Filipino Society
First things first: I do not consider myself a “political blogger.” I am not in the same league as Manolo Quezon, The Philippine Experience, Dean Jorge Bocobo, Nick, or any of my fellow contributors to FilipinoVoices (yes, that includes the Professional Commenter Known As Benign0 – I got that from Mr. Quezon).
Now that my definition-of-situation has been conveniently “categorized” by many bloggers as a “political commentator” – which, by the way, I am not – I am forced to reflect upon the ramifications of being one. Because I don’t blog anonymously, I would be ever-so-prone to passing critiques by the anonymous and sanctimonious that I am a “hypocrite.” After all, who am I to judge the proverbial dumi of This Government, when I turn a blind eye into my own, uh, lapses in judgment? My own law-breaking?
In the effort to come clean, to be accountable, and to be transparent (which are curse words in the milieu of This Government, IMO), I have decided to enumerate a five things I do to contribute to the overall decay of the Philippines (in contrast to that guy who wrote a book on x-number of things you can do to help your country). And no, I’m not going to make some lame, over-the-top explanations and excuses for my own errors.
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1. I don’t honor the Flag of the Philippines.
My lame excuse would be that the Flag is a mere symbol of high-minded, yet low-achieving, ideals of pseudo-independent post-colonial imperialism. Yes, I do not revere the Flag as much as a high school student with a bad haircut from COQC. Heck, elementary school kids are far more… patriotic, than I am. At around 7:00 AM, I have just conveniently finished off a plate of breakfast at the office pantry waiting for my nightshifter to leave. There are times that the police officers at Camp Crame, QC Police Station 10, or any other government office at the immediate line-of-sight of any train cab of the MRT raise their Flags early. And yes, I am inside the MRT. There is no way I could stand still, much less put my hand on my left breast, with that crowding.
2. I jaywalk.
The lamest excuse that I would think of actually comes from back in my college days: I refuse to be constrained by the fascism of symbols and language that serve to restrict my realization of my full potentials (Gilles Deleuze’s A Thousand Plateaus, completely bastardized). Jaywalking is the easiest, most convenient way for me to get to the office when I am running dangerously late for work. The way I see it, Julia Vargas and San Miguel Avenue are most convenient for jaywalking.
3. I don’t dispose of my cigarette butts properly.
Something as simple as looking for an ashtray or a trash can is something I ignore in the simple-minded act of throwing my cigarette butts. A lame excuse would be that I still contribute to the economy, and even go so far as to pay more than my own fair share of taxes, by purchasing cigarettes from multinational corporations who evade taxation. Yet I figure out that the toxic substances found in a single cigarette butt are concentrated enough to poison an entire family when the water from storm drains are eventually purified. Besides, I also contribute to the clogging of the streets by “disposing of” my cigarette butts in storm drains.
4. I do not support the local economy by buying foreign-made goods.
Lame excuse: products in the Philippines are surpressed by cheap imports that are not taxed enough, and Filipino products are in a losing effort against foreign goods because of a bad economic policy. Of course, I didn’t figure that out when I dressed in a pair of Converse high-tops, a Levi’s 501, a Giordano T-shirt, pocketed my Marlboro Lights cigarettes, used my Sony Ericsson phone, and listened to the music of Rob Zombie. Even my underwear is foreign (Puma socks, Tommy Hilfiger undergarments). On occasion, I drink cold coolers at UCC Vienna Café (Japanese) and Gloria Jean’s Coffees (American). The only things “Filipino” on me right now are a P15 blowtorch I bought from the sari-sari store and a couple of hundred pesos. You can even question the allegiance of former President Manuel Roxas, but I leave that to the historians.
5. The single vote for Victor Wood (among others) in our precinct at the 2007 national elections was mine.
One of my lame excuses would be that I don’t believe that elections constitute a basis for democracy in the Philippines (it doesn’t: more on that when I feel like it). Because I only had four Senators in mind when I was voting in 2007, I decided to fill in the gaps on my ballot with people I know do not stand a chance of winning. Voting for Victor Wood was NOT an exercise in “protest,” I just didn’t want to “waste my vote” contributing to politicians I do not particularly like, like Prospero Pichay, Koko Pimentel, Richard Gomez, and Vic Sotto. The only senatoriables on my mind were Francis Escudero, Gringo Honasan (so sue me), Joker Arroyo (there goes a vote), and Martin Bautista (a vote I do not regret making). The rest of my Senate line-up included Felix Cantal, Oliver Lozano, Ruben Enciso, and I even threw in the names of Nikki Coseteng and Cesar Montano for good measure. And then there’s Victor Wood: I wouldn’t mind Madam Auring seated in the Senate gallery.
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So there you have it: five things I do and I have done to contribute to the decay of Filipino society. So as I lecture on and on about what “should be changed,” you must all be very well aware that all this rambling comes from a 22-year-old unpatriotic,
jaywalking, littering, foreign-supporting informal campaign manager of Victor Wood 2010.
So yes, Ms. Korina Sanchez, Mr. Luis Teodoro, Mr. Tim Yap, and Ms. Malu Fernandez: blogging is credible.