What has become of Willie and his show translates the Filipino’s state of mass awareness and public opinion.
That aside from being poor, what makes them “api” is oftentimes not simply their being “poor”. Bakit kailangang maging kakambal ng pagiging pobre ang pagiging mangnang? The Willie phenomena finds place only in the absence of a critical public (or lack of it). And absent being, it would probably be more forgivable had it been for indifference. But ignorance is the case at hand.
It’s unfortunate that the so-called “squatters” are equally “utak squatters”. Bigyan mo ng piso pwede mo nang pasayawin sa ibabaw ng baso. At sasabihin pang magtatawa sayo; “dali lang pinagawa sakin, piso na ‘kamo.” Stupid as can be and “utak squatter” being, he thinks that the paid piso was for the effort he gave dancing. Are you as good a dancer to be paid dancing? Palibhasa nga kasi mangmang. Naisahan na, nagtatawa pa. Thus living to his name; pobre.
I hate them not for being poor. But for being tanga. .
Sure they are most likely to hate me just as much. Or even more. But cursing them (if that’s to be called cursing) is all I’ve done. And why not. Isa ako sa kanila. Sila ako, ako sila. Bilang publiko, bilang masa, bilang Pilipino. Their kabobohan is my katangahan. I have not done anything enough to have made any difference to their kabobohan. That even this blog is too late by now.
Their predicament is my misfortune. What they do to themselves translates to my being a Filipino. Bobo sila kaya bobo ang Filipino. Unfortunately I too, a Filipino. They hate me calling them bobo. I hate them simply for being bobo. To say there’s a better way than being brutally frank is to say I compromise showing them what is to have an opinion. To have an educated (informed) opinion. To have a moral opinion.
Hindi masamang maging mahirap kung mayroon lang sana tayong aral na opinion… Gising na kamalayan. Ginagahasa na ng kapitbahay mo yung lola mo nakangiti parin tayo? Hindi natin alam na masama yun. Kala natin dahil siguro masarap para kay lola, ayos satin yun.
Our perception of what is right or wrong – of morals – ultimately defines our morals. Whether our perception right or wrong makes all the difference. Unfortunately, public opinion could hardly draw the distinction.
Our sense of public opinion is as destitute as the hunger of our poor. As is as gullible as loving a public figure as Willie Revillame. That in prostituting the misfortunes of the pobre has the very same pobre who patronized him to status. And TV ratings cheered with the jovialities in finding amusement in the predicament of the pobre.
And public opinion remained numb and undiscerning. Grateful instead (stupid, di ba?) As mass social perception approves without much opposition, public opinion is shaped into subscribing to an out-of-place sense of social truths… out-of-place sense of social justice.
And I awake with what reality has prepared for me — Democracy and national destiny amidst a stupid public opinion. Democracy given a rudimentary and immature national consciousness. Collective awareness and decision that by institutional principle shall shape national destiny – the destiny of my nation.
And now tell me that’s the beauty of democracy — participative governance with you participating in decision shaping… that is to put the destiny of my country in hands of the “utak squatters” to decide future direction to which my country shall proceed.
And why the burning letters of this blog..? Given the Filipinos vote for Willie and his show, tell me, do Filipinos deserve democracy?
“In a democracy like ours, the government is what its people elects. Hence, it deserves.”