TO HAVE a daughter or a son in showbiz is a component of the elusive Filipino Dream.
It is always the hope and a prayer of a couple to be blessed by a child of good looks who may grow up as movie star material.
Advance Valentine’s greetings to the two policewomen from the ACPO who were reported impregnated by movie actor Mark Anthony Fernandez during his detention there.
The female jail cops had to gamble their jobs and honour to raise a bastard son or daughter with the father’s handsome looks. It may guarantee the child’s preferred entry to showbiz and its future.
The counsel of the hot mommas should bring up this point as their sole motivation for their dalliance. As for Fernandez, the absolving RTC Judge Andy Pangilinan should have reminded the actor against sowing wild oats during happy hour. He must pay child support for legal liabilities.
President Rodrigo Duterte invited capitalists from India to invest in the Philippines, promising them the equivalent of 42 virgins as their heavenly reward.
His habitual detractors and critics from social media rebuked him for debasing women and making them like sex objects. The critics it seems lack a sense of humour. They are also ignorant of the conversion rate of a certified virgin to Indian currency in the black market.
The Q’uran provides that any Muslim who sacrifices his life for his faith goes straight to heaven with the supreme reward of 72 virgins waiting to be his brides. Many a terrorist blast himself convinced that the girls -all with large round breasts that do not sag and an ever present erection await him in the next life. If that is true many professionals in Pampanga are willing to convert, then start suicide bombing sprees to gain status as Islamic martyrs.
Duterte, when in a light mood, speaks in hyperbole. The accepted figure is 72 virgins but he mentioned 42. I could imagine the difference is reserved by the PCSO for the President and company in a federal government.
The mixed crowd of business magnates and investors was aware of the Q’uran concept of sensual pleasure for the elect. The latter is assured of 72 brides who don’t menstruate, and the sexual prowess to satisfy one hundred women.
It’s taboo in polite society to talk of sex tourism in a land where beauty competitions define our womanhood. Regular beauty contests are held on a national basis, on the provincial level, and the local scene. The international marketability of the winners is enhanced, a major commercial accomplishment of Filipino women.
The expatriate Indians (generic name—bombay) who are engaged in micro financing are so enamoured of our barrio lasses that they took them as wives or the other woman. The locals learned how to ride with their bearded partners in scooters or motorbikes while collecting installments from small borrowers. The ‘Bombay’ arrives in precise time and unforgiving fashion. Most village dwellers are said to be more fearful of money lender-couple than real killers in tandem.