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Saturday, August 24, 2013
THERE are big words that we make sure never to use. But there are big words that best explain the big blank thought bubble that presently rises above our collective heads, like discombobulate.
Just the word itself, without knowing its meaning, sends our mouth into sputters.
With reason too because as defined:
Verb; disconcert or confuse (someone):this attitude totally discombobulated Bruce (as adjective discombobulated)he is looking a little pained and discombobulated
Derivatives: discombobulation (noun)
Just reading through the word and its derivative makes you blubber and sputter, and makes you seem to see a word we are so familiar with – bobo. True, that in this word it’s bobu, but because of those O’s and B’s all over, brain gets mixed up and can only perceive the one word that describes the brain status: bobo. Much like when we see all those numbers by the trillions and billions of pesos. Bobo.
I don’t like talking about the pork barrel, it’s a sure way to send my blood pressure rising, and I can no longer afford to lest I cross the line toward what us, middle-agers fear -- maintenance medicines. Eeew. Not yet, please.
A lot of my friends are not so lucky, and thus have to think of their maintenance medicines while reeling over pork barrel issues, and getting discombobulated in the process.
We can understand the anger. We know where it’s coming from. As the boss says, I don’t care if the rich will splrge their money on such parties (referring to sweet little Jeane Napoles’ birthday party at the SLS Hotel at Beverly Hills). Just in case you’re wondering, a regular room in this lovely hotel will cost you more or less P15,000. And that’s just a room. Go to their website and notice that the link to the room choices doesn’t have the prices. If you see such websites, and you don’t have the money, don’t go there. It simply means, this hotel is not in competition for the price-conscious market. That’s the life of the rich and famous that we may sometimes covet but which I know I’m fortuitous for not having.
While we swear never to talk about the pork barrel, ever again. We can’t. As any thinking, conscientious Filipino will feel obliged to. These are serious allegations that no president, senator or congressman should be made to belittle. These are serious concerns that every elected official who has those lovely funds stashed in their names nee to face up and confess to. Stop giving the people your crap. We have long known there was something fishy when candidates are willing to spend by the millions of pesos for an elective position you are not even sure of winning and will force you to sit for long hours listening to speeches intended to discombobulate. Now the Filipino nation have seen in very graphic details where the payback comes from and in how discombobulating proportions. To serve the suffering constituents? Really, now. Again we say, stop feeding us crap.
There’s also something very fishy why all those aging politicians refuse to retire when it’s such a lovely life out there to just go around speak to your people without being made to promise anything, and yes, harvest the real fruits in your farms. But no, the simple life is for the poor. The billions are in the halls of Congress and the Senate, and there is no law compelling politicians to retire. Retirement after all, is for us, the hoi polloi, the working masses, the people who will never be able to afford to walk the corridors of any SLS Hotel without being sent there on a business trip.
Now I feel my blood pressure rising again, and I have to stop. See you on Monday, wherever you may find yourself in. I’ll most likely be in Luneta, if I do not lose my way, that is, for the Million People March and be happy to see the mob no matter what ideologies they may be bringing with them. For as long as they are Filipinos like me, then I will be happy to see them there.
Published in the Sun.Star Davao newspaper on August 25, 2013.