So, tonight after some
grocery shopping, my personal assistant named Pilar asked me if I could
stop by Cebuana for her so she could send money home for her brother’s
wedding. This is to buy some Lechon as her contribution to the wedding.
After parking my car and
paying the “Man with the whistle” (some random guy who has staked out a
public parking area with a whistle, who demands you pay him 20 pesos to
park or he will damage your car), running the gauntlet of baklas,
hookers and lady boys on the corner, and then crossing the street whilst
being accosted by beggars and street kids (mostly abandoned orphans
working for syndicates), and having pushy street vendors try to sell me
Chinese Viagra and cigarettes, along with their sisters, I started to
think that there is something, very, very wrong with Philippine Culture.
If people have no money to
get married, why are they getting married? If people have no money to
support themselves, why have children they can’t afford to feed? If
there are no jobs for so many people, why put up road blocks to foreign
investment? Why block investment if it means better lives and
opportunities for the citizens of this country? I cannot understand
Filipino Nationalism when all it does is protect the ultra wealthy and
promote this sort of tragic human theater of the absurd…. to take things
to the extreme, today is “Ash Wednesday” and when you see hookers with
the mark of the cross, written in ash on their foreheads, whilst selling
their bodies on the streets…it says something about how far off the
rails this place has gone. Most of these girls are single mothers, with a
host of parasitic relatives feeding off their illicit toils.
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