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I Support Duterte. Part 4.

. ❤ . Peace. I wish you a pleasant day. (Please look for accounts and analyses of the phenomenon called EDSA Revolution or EDSA-1, if you may wish to, so that you can at least give my present post a hearing chance; here’s an academic paper on it (pdf): wps10_134 . The Filipinos are peaceloving and do not condone violence.)

I swear by my most beloved grandfather’s grave that my president did not swear at their president.

I listened to and watched that interview. I understand the language. I speak the language. I am a native born Filipino. We don’t swear at home, not ever the tiniest swear word. That’s how we were brought up. That’s how we bring up our kids, too. So my ears are fine-tuned whenever swear words occur.

I voted for our beloved president. Yes, despite his outrageously rough manners (so they say) and his emphatic swear words. Everyone (except you dear reader, and your friends, maybe, and family and neighbors and community and many many other people also… 🙂 . 🙂 Peace 🙂 ) around the globe is openly cursing him behind his back by publishing on paper and online. Shame on you, all of you who badmouth him. Go to him and tell him what you think of him. Tell it directly to his face. We dare you. You have no leg to stand on. Why? Because you depend only on popular rhetoric and the bandwagon.

Live in our country for even just a few weeks and you will see what we mean, and why we defend our president. See for yourself that it’s a beautiful place despite the poverty. Experience for yourself what generous genuine warm regard for a stranger means. Listen to the person on the street tell you that we are heading towards better days, and they are thankful to the president and his co-workers for all the hard work and the heartfelt dedication for the people. Talk to people in the neighborhoods that used to be chaotic because of the drug menace. Find somebody who used to curse at the inept police but now finds ways of befriending them and helping them at their job. Or find an alternative news source, at the least.

On behalf of my president …… sir, Mr. President, of the strongest nation on earth as of today, I am sorry that/if your feelings were hurt (… I know that you are a brilliant man so I don’t assume anything on your side about this matter.) I most certainly do not trust the corporate media on how they are handling this issue. Our president has most certainly nothing against you, sir, that I am sure. He was not cursing you. All that tirade was intense anger at all of us Filipinos who are outrageously ignorant about how a nation’s sovereignty works, journalists the most. This meaning of his words gets lost if individual phrases or words or sentences are pulled away from the comprehensive context. If I can get hold of the transcript I can interpret the entire thing, thought for thought and intention for intention. Thank you for your generous understanding about the matter. May God bless you and your nation. — ang sacadalang

Since our president is fighting for our nation, then I add my voice to the collective defense for him. He takes care of us, we take care of him. That’s how it is with us at home. We don’t call him “Tatay Digong” for nothing. That’s “Daddy Digong”. We are just beginning to fix our nation and we can see that our Tatay Digong has mountainloads of problems to attend to, not the least the putting up of facilities for the rehabilitation of the drug victims. Our country actually needs help from the international community and this is how the president engages with the other nation leaders who respect him as the representative of a sovereign nation. When he speaks to another leader of his level he speaks for us all, in behalf of us all. This is the reason why he works out towards friendly relations with other nations. See for yourself how the other ASEAN leaders treat him (if you can find a video of the recent summit in Laos) and you will wonder where on earth are those nasty write-ups about him getting their arguments from.  If they are getting it from Ms. Leila de Lima then they better look for another source because this lady has already lost her credibility back at home. Anyone who badmouths our president based on incorrect bases simply hurts us all Filipinos.

The president’s vice-presidential running mate, Senator Alan Peter Cayetano, explains in the simplest way possible what is happening to the country now. (I got to know the president’s sincerity through Senator Cayetano. He is a major reason why I learned to trust the president.) I’m sorry that I can’t translate the Filipino sentences  into English right now (I just stole some time from my school work (a major major paper on honoring parents) just to write this post 😀 ). I hope I can soon, then I will post it also.

 

 

Dear fellow human being, don’t believe readily in unexact stories, especially the ones propagated by corporate media. If criminals have human rights, ordinary citizens have human rights also. If criminals are not stopped then ordinary citizens suffer. Sixteen million ordinary citizens, 90% of which are on poverty line, voted for Duterte in hopes that he can work out the eradication of crime, impunity, and corruption. He is doing his best and giving his life into not disappointing this hope. He is clearly working out for the human rights of the 90 million Filipinos. Filipinos know what “discipline” is. Now that they see it being implimented then they have become hopeful of a better society, a society without impunity, a society where they can trust that the police are doing their jobs of imposing the rule of the law, and where the youth can start to witness a society ruled by law and thus lead responsible lives. If Duterte does not succeed then our hope is lost, we will find it difficult to look for another who has this same political will and sincerity and compassion, and in the meantime our kids are in danger of falling prey into dangerous lives. So, please, commentators who do not understand the ENTIRE situation, who are gullible enough to believe that our police is trigger-happy, kindly do your research first before opening your mouth, or simply back off before you do damage either to yourself or to us.

Hugs. Take care. Peace. Thanks for dropping by. Stay healthy. ❤ 🙂

 

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Celebrate Bernie Sanders!

 

Hi! 🙂 Today is actually Thursday, June 9, 2016. Senator Sanders and President Obama had just concluded a short meeting at the White House. I was writing this post while waiting for the senator to come out after the meeting and speak to the journalists who were eagerly waiting for him outside. I had just finished writing when he came out to speak and so I was able to add the fresh info at the last paragraph. 🙂

celebrate Bernie Sanders!

 

First thing I did Wednesday morning was switch on the TV to check how Senator Sanders faired at the California primaries. I couldn’t believe that the difference was that big! Some things must have happened at the polls much like many things happened at the other polls previous.

I had to bear listening to CNN because I wanted to hear what he had to say. Oh boy was I rewarded! He won’t quit! I was so happy yesterday and until today Thursday I still am celebrating for this decision of his. Right now I’m waiting for his meeting with the US president to be streamed live and I’m afraid again that he’ll be pushed to quit. That will be a real downer not only for me but for the millions who are following this election process on the Democratic side.

I’ve decided to name Senator Sanders as my newest hero today. I hope I won’t change my mind in case he gives way to pressure and drop the campaign. If he does that I’d know that it was because it has become a matter of life and death for him, and not especially to his person but to the welfare of the people especially — like a sort of a hostage situation. Otherwise he’ll push through until the end of the election process.

He’s become my hero because it was though his campaign that I began to understand how immediately tangible corruption is even in the country that boasts itself as a bastion of democracy. I began to understand that ‘democracy’ can be used by an institution to describe its dynamics even though the process does not really involve the freedom given to citizens to decide collectively how they should be governed by leaders that represent their interests.

In this election season I have seen how campaign choreographers have manipulated information and rhetoric so that attention is taken away from the most important aspect of the voting process: to scrutinize the issues in a clear and systematic manner. What happened instead is that money, power, and prestige are being used so that the winner is the person who will continue to allow these very influential entities to continue with their various interests. If there were no adverse effects coming out of this then there’s nothing to gripe about. However, this activity affects in a great way those on the other end of the spectrum — residents who have no money, no prestige, no power, no influence, no education, and the worst, those who have no houses.

Senator Sanders’ platform is clear and simple: subtract privilege and power from one end and distribute these throughout the spectrum in a manner so that there is enough left until the other extreme end is reached. Does this mean that privileges and power are flattened out so that everyone will have equally the same? Nope, that’s not it. Property and privacy are maintained. What is being changed is the defective dynamics that allows uncontrolled greed to effect an unchecked hoarding of resources by an extremely few entities so that only a few individuals suctions the benefits that should have been shared at relative degrees by everyone else who have participated in the overall economic machinery.

What the Senator Bernie Sanders proposes is simply this: a clear check and balance machinery be imputed into the system so that nobody goes houseless and hungry in this beloved land of plenty. If you want the specifics then all is explained at his campaign’s website: https://berniesanders.com/issues/ .

Again, so why is he my hero? — Because he is not in this race simply for the sake of winning. He is in this race for the sake of the people and he is doing it after decades of working for the people without himself getting rich or hoarding power. In fact, he has not involved himself with the moneyed sector. This by itself is factor enough for his cause to be ignored. What appears now is that, more than just being ignored, he has been continually elbowed out of the process for months now. It does appear that the status quo is indeed very threatened by the movement that he has generated. It must be understood, though, that this “movement” had been there for almost a century now but every time its voice gets heard a bit the powers-that-be lashes back eventually if not immediately and reestablishes its pedestal. However, at this juncture of American history Senator Bernie Sanders had the privilege to eloquently utter the voice of this “movement” — which is the collective sentiments of all of the everyday working persons. Because of him millions of Americans have finally come to understand what has been happening and they have become enabled enough to make a choice on the aspects of the political and economic life within which they are a part of, within which they have invested their talents and time, and within which they will get the resources to enable them to lead a life that is compensatory to their investments.

This much information and awareness have not been disseminated to so many in a way that is happening now through the Senator Bernie Sanders’ campaign. Many are still blind to the truth, still blinded because the ongoing information blockage by the mainstream media, but this will change. The millions of young people, 45 years old and younger, will spread this knowledge and realization all throughout their lifetime and beyond, and America will again become the land of the free.

… and!!! … woohoo!!! Nothing has changed! After his talk with the president just now his rhetoric remains and he says he stays in the race until the end!!! May God bless Senator Bernie Sanders! Mainstream media must be “seething” by now!!!

Thanks for dropping by! Take care!

Move, On

Once a long time ago I meditated on the instances of happy and painful relationships, either between lovers or between spouses. In my country divorce is not possible. The main reason is that it’s predominantly Roman Catholic, about 98% of the population. The other reason is the way we look at marriage as a permanent thing. Of course separation of spouses happen, as well as infidelity. But since the norm is marriage then even co-habitation is frowned upon. For many families it can incur ostracization of the young lovers. Parents who have cohabited for a long time do not generally make the set-up known, knowing that it will earn some stigma and will affect the children. If they have caring friends these will encourage them to officiate their union even if it’s only a civil rite. Also, civil rites are not as respectable as a church or a sacerdotal sanctioned ritual.

As part of our public education we would discuss marriage and domestic issues in school. One question that came up was if we are in favor of divorce being legalized. That question was taken by us seriously, us not having been raised in an environment where divorce is an open option. The sound of the word “divorce” is equivalent to that of “disaster”, “failure”, “destruction”, “insecurity”, “shame”, “secret”, “lies”, and even “outcast”. The challenge of even saying anything for it, for just the tiniest bit, was daunting.

I did not care much about the question until one lazy summer afternoon as I was spending my usual dreamy lounging time in my parents’ bedroom, where there’s always wonderful lighting streaming inside from two adjacent walls, I came to suddenly put my thinking into considering under what circumstances would I be found to agree on legalizing divorce. I zeroed in on my only answer: violence. I concluded then that a person cannot be made to stay in a set-up where he or she (in our context it’s she predominantly) is constantly in fear of being hurt. But I also thought about what if one of the spouses falls in love with somebody else. Ah, this was difficult stuff to answer as I haven’t been there myself. I had to consider this angle because it seems to be a popular reason why partners split.

Is it possible for a committed person to fall in love with another not her/his partner? If I were married and it happened to me what would I do? This part I had also answered for myself, which in turn made me conclude that choosing the mate isn’t a joke nor a thing to be taken lightly. It definitely cannot be based on hormones alone, although at that time I, too, knew little about this side of things. But, hey, rhetorics is free for everyone, even for budding snotty-nosed university graduates.

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1 Corinthians 13      (click to enlarge)

Of course it’s possible to fall in love with anyone anytime. What kind of question is this in the first place? Is it even a valid question at all? Are emotions and attraction things that can be channeled the way arguments can be tiered one after the other? Is there even a fool-proof theory about loving? I mean, if God is Love, then how does one deal with this phenomenon? All peoples have their own ways of talking about this phenomenon, and does one group of people or language or worldview define the entire humanity, then and now?

For a “love” between two persons who can’t take it to the socially accepted commitment status, like for instance in my country having it labeled as bigamy, which is illegal, then how could this “love” be handled? “If I were married and it happened to me what would I do?” I guess I have to decide and move on. But since I haven’t been married and so have not been initiated into this level of existence, I will not presume that I know anything about it. Therefore, I can’t openly say here anything by way of response to it. Theoretical musings is fine but I would rather show respect to the real circumstance experienced by real people who can’t even start to find words to deal with it, not even in their own private thoughts.

But what if a married man makes me feel loved and I found it honest and genuine and non-restricting, what do I do?

Certainly not go out on a date with him. Certainly not encourage the flirtation. Cetainly not fan my vanity into a blazing ember. Am I nuts? The guy is married. He has committed himself to something that excludes anything else at par with it. As one of my favorite shows would say, “Wake up and smell the coffee.”

But what if I, too, have started to love him? Ah, then that’s another story. To smell the coffee I think I would first and foremost honor his honesty and courage in making me aware of his care for me. I mean, who am I to reject such a wonderful gift? It’s “love” after all, it’s something unfathomable. It’s from God. It’s God’s language.

Then I would refrain from asking too many questions. I won’t even ask questions at all. I would nip all questions in the bud. Here Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle applies: defining an electron’s state alters its state. I will refrain from putting my finger on anything in order to pin it down, they be descriptions, qualifications, quantifications of this “love”. Any attempt to pin it down, in this context, will result into a failure. Defining it will destroy it. Getting hold of it will cause its demise. I would leave things as they are, without defining them — be they concepts, words, situations. They will not be turned this way and that for closer examination. They will be left as a blur and will not be designated into compartments or categories. Their rawness will be respected. That way they will not be suffocated, robbed of air, and fester for the lack of it.

As this “love” is there, then what could be done with it? Why, celebrate it, of course. It is not “forbidden”, for goodness’ sake. Love is free, is encouraged, is induced, is given, is spread out, is scattered. The world has been constantly suffering because love has been twisted and restricted and deformed and castigated. But since, in the context I’m talking about here, it’s in an instance where care has to be exercised on its behalf, then I would suggest to take this “love” into another plane of existence. It cannot be insisted on the same plane where it will foster suffering, because that’s not its purpose. Love is something that affirms our humanity, it is a life-giving phenomenon, and hence it does not belong to the arena of suffering. Don’t ask me more about how I speak of it here because, my dear, words are not adequate to speak of this phenomenon in this angle.

So maybe I’d say I’d let this love dwell with the clouds, let it float on the calmest of ocean surfaces, let it flit with the wind among the many branches of as many trees that greet me on my way to wherever everyday, let the leaves’ rustle talk of it to me. Let my echoed footsteps be chants of meditation on it. Silent. Abiding. Subdued. Sometimes even forgotten for a while but certainly there, accompanying me, holding on to the tips of my hair as the breeze blows imperceptible strands here and there, sometimes.

So I won’t conjure physical manifestations of it. “Fantasies” and “possibilities” are words not even entertained. I will not “insist” it; will not “force” it into “fruition”; will not “fight” for it — these avenues does not belong to “love”. Read 1 Corinthians 13. This is the only way I can show respect to my emotions, by not straining it with emptiness, not feeding it with conjectures the probabilities of which approach zero. This, too, is the way I could love my self in this context, and so lift my self up from the plane of senselessness.

It was a poem by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) that prompted me on this reflection. Here it is:

I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf

The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup

Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.

I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other’s gaze down,
You could not.

And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death’s privilege?

Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus’,
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.

They’d judge us-how?
For you served Heaven, you know,
Or sought to;
I could not,

Because you saturated sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.

And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the heavenly fame.

And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.

So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,
Despair!

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There’s an explanation of it here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/close-reading-i-cannot-live-you
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I also wanted to explore what I could say in resonance to it, from a different context.

So, I’d say, “I love you, and I must pick my self up from here and carry on, as well as I can possibly do. This is the only way I can show God, and you, how much I honor and value Him, and you.”

I hope that the way I spoke of it isn’t as sad-sounding as Dickinson’s expression here, of her love. Here’s another of her poems, an encouraging sounding one that I copied from http://www.shortpoems.org/emily_dickinson/


Have the best of days, everyone! 🙂



I, learn

!good morning

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I, learn

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It is my birthright: not to be “used”.

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Like the flowers…

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…may never pass this way again

After two attempts I realize anew how difficult it is to present a script against a non-even background. Maybe you can share a tip with me?

WE MAY NEVER PASS THIS WAY AGAINThis is among my favorite songs. If it’s yours, too, then please you’re welcome to save the image to your files. If you have just gotten acquainted with its lyrics then for sure you’ll see that it’s very engaging. That is without the melody even. The melody is a happy one and it produces so many pictures in my head, but I have only two here to share with you.

Again, a favorite picture for it depends on which side of life’s experiences I’d choose to focus and hold on to. So I have a darker and a lighter picture here. However, I reflected that the darker picture that I have here shouldn’t necessarily represent gloominess or regret or any “down” expression. It has been said that the darkest part of the night is immediately followed by the break of light. So in my background-picture I tried to bring out the reds, and then made the font in pale yellow, a gentle sun. This picture does not let me dwell in sadness, therefore.

...may never pass this way againAs to this lighter picture, the original is a brilliant contrast of yellows against the overwhelming leaves. This picture reminds me a bit of how the Japanese would say that life is an illusion, and hence the high regard for the fleeting presence of the cherry blossoms. Similarly here, though there are leaves instead of the cherry blossoms (sakura), this riot of life seems to be aware that not for long everything has to be minimized. Soon exuberance has to ebb, activity has to hibernate.

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: the originals :

light and fleeting (1) light and fleeting (2)Both pictures belong to life, both pictures can represent the song, and many more, for each of us.

I think I’ve managed to say a bit about the song for now.

🙂

please have a nice weekend, and thanks for dropping by

among us

come, get out from your enclosure and stand among us… [the trees say]

we are all creatures of metabolism, come out where your vibration is affirmed, supported, upheld, played out, and so glow strongly by your own light…

come, let us rejoice of life together, let us be thankful together,

stand among us under the sky …

“7.83 Hz alive” by sacadalang 2014

… winter may come anytime, we remain …

7.83 Hz, the Schumann frequency, is the earth’s and the living organism’s frequency. It’s one of the explanations that science has come up with to the question as to why we feel very good whenever we are outdoors. All of us who are alive, and so the earth, vibrate to this frequency. Persistent disturbance to this vibration becomes physically manifested over time, as a health aberration and the like. So it’s not just actually the loads of oxygen and sunlight of the outdoors that affect us, but rather phenomena on the subatomic level, too.

[ this was taken at the onset of winter, and so the other trees surrounding have already shed their leaves; likewise with the green-sky view at the post previous to this ]