I was watching TV when I came across this interesting clip by Senator Mar Roxas:
Yeah, I’m not that updated with TV anymore.
That’s right, folks: Mar Roxas is inviting you to do the one thing you’re expected to do as a taxpayer: “Kulitin ang Gobyerno.” I’d like to think of that along the lines of “bug the Government” or “pester the Government,” but for all intents and purposes, let’s call it “kulitization.”
In order to get cheaper medicines, let’s “kulitize” the Government.
I’ve been a guest at many a Mar Roxas-sponsored gathering, and I had the privilege of talking to the guy himself for purposes of asking what movies he watched, what can he give me in the way of dating tips… took down notes, I could use it. After all, I’m going out on a limb: I’m the only blogger so far who has solicited dating advice from a Senator. That is nothing to be proud of; that is pathetic.
Anyway, I don’t think I’ll offend anyone if I say that kulitization simply doesn’t work. You see, we’ve been kulitizing the Government for so long that we should know when to stop treating things like candy from the Willie Wonka factory, and start getting back what is rightfully ours. I’m not saying we should all storm off to the nearest botika and do what the Irish have done to the bread stores, the ammunition shop, and the Guinness brewery in 1916; I’m saying that all the kulitizing in the world is useless without the backbone to resort to more than kulitizing.
The message of empowerment – in this case, cheaper medicines – is drowned in mere kulitization. To kulitize is to grovel and beg, to ask for something optional. It’s like tugging at your mother’s arm, Nanay here being The Government. The success rate of maternal kulitization (hmmm… must trademark that one) depends on two things:
- Microeconomics. You’re not the only priority in the house, you know. Think of it this way; buying you something today will give up an important thing to buy tomorrow.
- Maternal concern. Your mother will first have to be sufficiently moved by the pitiful look on your face – inhaling your own tears, eating your own snot, and showing your sour puss – to buy you anything at all.
Now when you think of that in terms of The Government:
- Macroeconomics. You’re never the priority in the House, you know. Think of it this way; buying you something today will cancel out all possibilities of bidding and its formalities.
- Monetary concern. Your Mother will first have to be sufficiently moved by the pitiful look on your face – just so long as you sign on this barangay-circulated form that you’re part of the indigent – to get your war ration of instant noodles, sardines, and painkillers.
Kulitization holds with it a rather odd message: Senator Roxas is merely suggesting a possible run for the Presidency. The prescription sends the message of the Filipino being nothing more than privy to something as low as kulitizing: that the Filipino is unable to resist. That we – in the words of a really bad Lifehouse song I desperately want to forget – are waiting for the scraps to fall upon the table to the ground.
Rather than kulitize for our right to life and good health, let’s fight for it. Leaders should empower resistance, not reduce it to grovelling.