Vent

Huwag mo kaming pakinggan. Hayaan mo lang silang magrally nang magrally. Hayaan mo lang kaming magreklamo ng magreklamo.

Ipagpatuloy mo lang ang pagnanakaw mo. Pagbumaba ka sa puwesto, iba naman ang magnanakaw. Ano pa ba naman ang bago? Lahat naman tayong Pilipino ay corrupt.

Oo, lahat tayo corrupt. Pati ikaw na nagbabasa nito. At oo, pati ako na nagsusulat nito. Huwag na tayong magmalinis. Huwag na tayong maglokohan. Siguro ang iba sa inyo ay naglagay sa huling pulis na nagticket sa’yo. O kaya naman eh siguro yung iba sa inyo ay pulis na pumayag malagyan ng mga nahuli ninyo. Siguro naglagay ka nung huling pumila ka sa LTO para mapabilis ang pagproproseso ng lisensiya mo. Siguro dinaya mo yung tax return mo nung huling nagfile ka. Siguro dinadaya mo yung boss mo sa mga oras na pinagtratrabaho mo. Siguro inaabuso mo yung mga subordinates mo sa trabaho. Siguro eh nagbayad ka sa mga tao sa NAIA nung huli kang umuwi para di na nila buksan ang mga bagahe mo. Huwag mo kong paikutin dahil ako mismo nagbayad din dun. Siguro eh bumili ka rin ng pekeng book report sa Recto nung araw. Siguro eh bumili ka rin ng pekeng birth certificate sa Recto para makasali ka sa liga ng basketball kahit over-aged ka na. Siguro eh bumili or nakinabang ka rin sa panonood ng pirated DVDs. Siguro minsan eh inuwi mo yung office supplies niyo sa trabaho para magamit ng anak mo. Siguro eh nag-table ka ng batang batang bebot na malaki ang pangangailangan nung huling umuwi ka sa Pinas. Buti nga kung table lang. Lahat yan eh pangaabuso ng ating kapangyarihan, pangaabuso ng ating kakayahan, pandaraya, pagnanakaw, panlalamang.

Si Lozada, malamang na nagnanakaw din yun dati. Malamang na nangagrabiyado rin yun ng mga mahihirap. Malamang ginamit rin niya dati ang position niya para sa sariling kapakanan. Nakita mo nga’t may mga anak sa labas.

Ang mga politiko na nagpapatalsik kay Gloria - pinapatawa niyo ako. Hoy Ping Lacson, nasusuka ako sa kaplastikan mo. Magkakasama kayo ni Erap na nangabuso rin ng mga posisyon ninyo. Lahat kayong mga pulitiko, huwag nyong sabihin na di kayo nagnanakaw ngayon. Huwag niyong sabihin na di kayo nakikinabang sa mga contracts ng iba’t
ibang sangay ng gobyerno. Huwag niyong sabihin ng di kayo tumatanggap ng lagay.

Nakakasawa! Sa mga sumama sa rally sa Makati at sa mga taong gustong patalsikin si PGMA, pakitanong nga natin sa ating mga sarili kung bakit kaya di muna tayo ang magbago? Bakit di muna ang sarili natin ang ayusin natin? Paano bababa sa puwesto si PGMA kung alam naman niya na halos lahat ng taong nakapaligid sa kanya eh ginagawa
rin ang ginagawa niya?

Kaya ang payo ko sa’yo PGMA, huwag kang mag resign. Naiinggit lang kami dahil mas malaki ang nananakaw mo kaysa sa amin.

-EarlvinCruz-

McCain has shown strongly in Florida. Guliani is rumored to not only
drop out but also to endorse McCain for president.

What a mess!

The Governor of Florida backed McCain two weeks ago, and now he is
being mentioned as possible VP for McCain.

Will any conservative vote for a McCain-Crist ticket? If not, as I see
it, can we bear either a Clinton or Obama in the oval office?

The only good point about McCain is he has historically, and I mean
that literally as he is as old as dirt, been a pro-lifer. Thats all I
have to offer for good in his possible presidency.

Stick a fork in me for I am done.

She called…

Blacks, Whites…wait
African Americans and Caucasians, Asians, excuse me.
Vietnamese, Philippino, Koreans and Jamaicans or
Haitans, waitin’ Hispanics y’all.

Please be paitent
Mexican, Puerto Ricans, Venezualean, Cuban, Dominican, Panamanian Democrats
I beg your pardon, you partied with the late, great Reagan?
Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunii Muslim, Brothers and Sisters who never seen the New York city
skyline when the twin towers still existed.
But still She called.

From the bowels of Ground Zero she sent this 911 distress signal.
Because She was in desperate need of a hero,
and didn’t have time to decipher what to call ‘em,
so she called ‘em all Her children.
The children of the stars and bars who needed to know nothing more than the fact that she called.
The fact that someone attempted to harm us
this daughter who covered us all with her loving arms.
And now these arms are sprawled across New York City streets.
A smoke filled lung, a silt covered faced,
and a solitary tear poured out of her cheek.
Her singed garments carpets Pennsylvania Avenue and the Pentagon was under her feet.
As she began to talk, she began to cough up small particles of debris
and said, "I am America, and I’m calling on the land of the free."
So they answered.

All personal differences set to the side
because right now there was no time to decide which state building the Confederate flag should fly over,
and which trimester the embryo is considered alive,
or on our monetary units, and which God we should confide.
You see, someone attempted to choke the voice
of the one who gave us the right for choice,
and now she was callin.
And somebody had to answer.
Who was going to answer?

So they did.
Stern faces and chisled chins.
Devoted women and disciplined men,
who rose from the ashes like a pheonix
and said "don’t worry, we’ll stand in your defense."
They tightened up their bootlaces
and said goodbye to loved ones, family and friends.
They tried to bombard them with the "hold on", "wait-a-minute’s", and "what-if’s".
And "Daddy, where you goin?".
And, "Mommy, why you leavin?".
And they merely kissed them on their foreheads and said "Don’t worry, I have my reasons.
You see, to this country I pledged my allegience
to defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic.
So as long as I’m breathin, I’ll run though hell-fire,
meet the enemy on the front lines,
look him directly in his face,
stare directly in his eyes and scream,
"I AM AMERICA! WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED!
WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED!
I REFUSE TO BE AFRAID!
I’LL FIGHT YOU ANY COUNTRY, ANY CONTINENT, ANY TERRAIN.
I’LL FIGHT TO MY LAST BREATH!"

And if by chance death is my fate,
pin my medals upon my chest,
and throw Old Glory on my grave.
But, don’t y’all cry for me.
You see, my Father’s prepared a place.
I’ll be a part of his Holy army standing a watch at the Pearly Gates.
Because freedom was never free.
POW’s, and fallen soldiers
all paid the ultimate sacrafice
along side veterans who put themselves in harms way.
Risking their lives and limbs just to hold up democracy’s weight,
but still standing on them broken appendages anytime the National Anthem was played.
You see, these were the brave warriors that gave me the right
to say that I’m Black. Or white.

Or

African American or Caucasian,
I’m Asian, excuse me.
I’m Vietnamese, Philippino, Korean, or Jamaican.
I’m Haitan, Hispanic

Y’all, Please be paitent.
I’m Mexican, Puerto Rican, Venezualean, Cuban,
Dominican, Panamanian, Democrat
I beg your pardon, you see I partied with the late, great Reagan.
I’m Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunii Muslim,

Brothers and Sisters We’re just Americans.
So with that I say
"Thank You" to the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines,
for preserving my rights
to live and die for this life
and paying the ultimate price for me to be…FREE!

Staff Sgt. Lawrence E. Dean II (http://www.badassmarine.com/free.php)

Three more days and we will have the mid-term election. When voting, keep the terrorists in mind. Who do they want to win? What party do they want to control the House of Representative and the Senate? The party of the appeasers, or the party who will stand against the threat of evil? Also, keep president Lincoln in mind. Remember that he is now considered as one of the greatest presidents of the United States, but during his time, he actually had only 24% approval rating. Keep Winston Churchill in mind too. They called him crazy when he thought that Hitler was a threat. He was hated around Europe because they thought that they could work with Hitler, and he couldn’t. Churchill said, "An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile–hoping it will eat him last." He was absolutely right.

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Now, in keeping with the emerging trend, I would like to be patriotic during this election season.

So, here’s goes nothing…

I have been criticized for being "too pro-America" (or sometimes even "too pro-Bush").

First of all, I don’t think I’m pro-Bush. I think Bush is pro-me. I don’t think the way I think because of Bush. I like Bush because he thinks the way I think. I don’t always agree with the man, especially his decision to give the contract to protect our eastern ports to a company owned by Dubai. But, if I were the president, I would do most of the things he had done, attack Afghanistan, attack Iraq, try to reverse Roe v Wade, veto the embryonic stem cell bill that was passed by both the house of representative and the senate, ban same sex marriage, etc.

Now, going back to my being too pro-America. How can you blame me? I came here when I was nineteen, when my dad got tired of me getting into too much trouble in the PI. I overstayed. At one point in my life (for exactly two weeks), I lived in a brokedown car on the streets of Los Angeles. I was literally a bum. Nope, I did not hassle for money, but I know I would have if I stayed longer. With the grace of God, He turned my life around. Last week, I just got my bachelors degree, cum laude. And, two weeks before that, I was promoted as accounting manager of a $75 Million company. Now, tell me where on earth can a person do that? Only in America. No, these things did not happen because I’m good. I know I’m not good. Many times I would love to take the credit and feel like knocking all the buttons off my shirt. But then I realized who and where to give credit to. Aside from the support of my family, I know that I can only attribute what happened to God, the creator of all, and to the greatest nation on earth, the United States of America.

Now, am I wrong for loving this country too much? I don’t think so.

But, you know what’s wrong? I think it’s wrong when immigrants come here and try to change this country. It’s wrong when people come here and disrespect this country’s tradition and values. It’s wrong when people from third world countries come here, make some money, get comfortable and call this country a rogue nation. It’s wrong when the president of countries like Iran and Venezuela call our president the "devil" and immigrants give them a standing ovation. It’s wrong when people line up to get an American visa, and once they are here, they hate everything about this country.

We are the most hated country in the world, yet more than half of immigration every year will come to this country.

Think about this! Can an illegal immigrant in China go out on the street and demand that the government change its law to accomodate his illegal status? Can anyone do that anywhere in the world? Of course not, except in America. If Mexico is really pro immigration, why are they deporting thousands of illegals from south America back to their country?

Here’s more! Have you gone to a party where you actually bad-mouthed the host of the party in his own house? How dare you if you do! Well, Hugo Chavez and Mahmoud Amanidejad did just that. A few blocks from the site of the World Trade Center, they cursed and said all kinds of profanities to our president and our people. They can do that because of our freedom. The very same freedom that these two presidents do not provide their people with.

God bless America.

Rolling Stones or Side A Band? This was my dilemma last Friday. I had two tickets to the Rolling Stones and free entrance to the Side A Band (they are being managed by my friend’s dad, so it’s automatic entry).

So who did I watch? I decided to go to the Stones concert, since it was held just a mile from my office at Edison Field in Anaheim (where the Anaheim Angels play). It was a good decision because I sat on the third row from the front, although I would rather be in the infield like some of my friends. Oh, well, at least it was not a nose-bleed like some of my other friends.

Well, what can I say? It was chalked with full of hits like, Start Me Up, Brown Sugar, Paint it Black, Ruby Tuesday and, of course, Satisfaction. Mick sounded like he did in his albums. Ronnie and Keith were great. It was definitely one of my favorite concerts ever. From start to the time I left, I loved everything about the show. The staging and the set were visually stunning, and added to the music, rather than detract from it. The use of images on the big screen completely enhanced the experience, and made the stadium feel much smaller. I was completely sucked in from the beginning.

Unfortunately, I did not finish the concert. I left thirty minutes before the end of the show. My wife and kids called me on my cell phone, telling me to come home. So, I did, but not until I heard “Satisfaction.”

Postcript: At one point, the security reprimanded a guy who was dancing on the dugout roof, while they did not say anything to another guy next to him who was smoking weed. Tsk! Tsk!

Yeah…just got my grades for last Tri…two As and a B (stupid prof)…seven fucking classes left and I’m done…started college in 91…when Mt. Pinatubo just erupted…Cory Aquino was president…first Bush was US president…Saddam was in power…first gulf war was on and it was called Operation Desert Storm…Osama was in Sudan…Jordan and Jaworski were on top…Drew Barrymore was dating Corey Feldman…Brad Pitt was working in Jack in the Box…Assunta De Rossi was 5…Jules Ledesma was 5 ft tall (still is anyway)…Warsaw Pact ended…There was an attempted coup in Soviet Union… Croatia and Slovenia independent from Yugoslavia after a brief war… Bank of Credit and Commerce (BCCI) collapsed… Indian Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi was assassinated…my wife was 13 yrs old…i had thick hair and 80 lbs lighter…whew…that was long fucking time ago…

Need to get my reimbursement from work…need that dough for my trip to the PI….

Speaking of PI…I watched this TV movie called “Human Trafficking” with Mira Sorvino and Donald Sutherland (he was great in it although I hate that foo for being a Democrat)…the movie was about abducted (or misled) children and being sold as sex slaves…most of them are Russians, Filipinas and  eastern Europeans…fuck, it was heartbreaking…i felt for the children and their parents…i was so affected that I went to the website to be a member of the anti human trafficking organization…mayn, we should stop this stupid shit….it’s fucking disgusting…it made me cringe to my bone

Mayn…I am so inundated…check this out…speech on Wednesday…two job interviews on Wednesday…Tests on Wednesday and Thursday…mandatory threaded discussion for all 3 of my classes…overtime at work…about five chapters to read before sunday…and 15 chapters more before tuesday next week…5 sets of assignments before monday…database report by sunday…online quiz on sunday…and much much more…aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh…why am i doing this…so i can get an expensive coffin when i die…shiyet…this is all wrong…no wonder i have been blazin’ more often than usual, with cigarette that is…i have to thank kenneth and kenny for their cigs…i’m too cheap that i can’t even buy my own pack of camel turkish royal…

anywayz…i just want to go to the beach and read something that’s not related to work or school…i just want to relax…

today, my mom called me at work…she wanted me to come to their house ‘coz she cooked kare-kare…i did something that i’ve never done before…that is to say NO to free food…i’m that busy, i tell u that…my wife brought 5 to-go plates of canton from little ongpin in LA…and i haven’t even tasted it yet…it’s already 11:20 and i still have so much to read…plus tomorrow i have to wake up early ‘coz we have to work overtime…on top of that…i just smoked my last cigarette, biotch…

so, this is when this post ends…because this is the time when i get up, grab my keys, open the door quietly so my wife won’t hear me, get in my car and buy a brand new pack of camel turkish royal…buwaaaaaaaaahhhh…peace ya’ll…

do you have lazy mo-fos at work…mayn, i don’t give a shit if they fucking take more than 2 breaks a day ‘coz seriously, i take about eight (oops, hopefully Yloida doesn’t read this…hehe)…but, they better fucking work when they have to…but some of my coworkers, mayn, they just fucking take too much space, i’m telling you…i set a new record today at work…i processed 501 loans in one day…but some of my co workers did not even reach a hundred…wassup with that…i mean, i could understand if you’re asked to do something else…my homeboy kenneth had to do some payq’s, my friend charles had to inbound and i think maureen had to audit…and that’s cool…but what about those peeps who were supposed to do the same shit as i do…they did not do squat…one person even did 54 or something for the whole day…fuck, at one point i did 75 in one hour…eniwei…i’m just venting out…whew…slow folks…

i dropped my son off to his grandma in LA ‘coz i have to do my school assignments tomorrow (sat, or today coz it’s 3 am already)…while there (LA), my wife and i saw this movie with reese w…. i think it’s called "just like heaven"…i thought i was going sleep thru the whole movie, but on the contrary, i was fully awake…that movie was dope…it’s so freakin’ romantic and shit…

finally, my own blog…when i first heard of blog in friendster, i was like, fuck they’re imitatin’ Xanga…it’s becoming a girlie website…i thought, mayn, i aint gonna do that…but then coping with LA traffic everyday and dealing with people at work and in school, i realized, if i can’t voice it out, imma fucking write it, maybe i’ll feel better…u know what i mean…