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Sunday, 24 July 2005
the Great Faustian Tale of 1998
i was told by an associate about mr. shRajah and an effeminate member of the High Council of Elders --- possibly descended from remnants of Sodom and Gomorrah --- that mr. shRajah, through his brother, struck a deal with Monsieur Fourchez so that that he will be president at least for half a term, for only 3 out of 6 years. only for 3 years. that is how desperate mr. shRajah was. 3 years. ugh! to obtain to CEOhood and sit for only half the term, you have to be a certified nincompoop! well, effeminate member of High Council was always there to provide the wisest counsel, in the form of big words, as M. Fourchez now keeps saying of her.
which he was, which he was. i assure you that.
my associate told me that the de Venetian will not be allowed to win. imagine how life became very hard for the de Venetian. he became so lonely, so left alone, exiled to the down and under. he lost the race for CEO because his "friend" M. Fourchez did not give him any money. well, that came to be true in the part of our story where it is told, that mr. shRajah received truckloads and truckloads of moolah delivered by mr. k klim --- who was made to stay, er hold over, as lord of the praetorian guard at the palace by the river... (he kept saying after the incumbent CEO obtained into the post that this CEO does not have leadership... that the current lady CEO is so political --- hmmm... hyfalutin....) then there was the bunch of moolah delivered by miss alicia of the house of gambling fame. and the third batch was delivered by mr. virginaire, overlord of the Constructors of M. Fourchez.
the deal to make shRajah the CEO was struck by Brother Doctor of fat blob-strapped-in-stretcher-when-drunk. and so fat blob-strapped-in-stretcher-when-drunk, womanizer non pareil, became the country's CEO. and the mystery, my associate says, that needs to be solved by detectives and specially dick tracy and sherlock holmes is: why did Kuya Doc die suddenly as soon as shRajah took his oath of office at the hambalolos shrine? the now CEO shRajah had to suddenly fly to the u.s. of a. to see that his brother's funeral was attended by the president that he (Kuya Doc) and M. Fourchez had made.
misfortune befell the palace by the river came when M. Fourchez started reminding shRajah to prepare relinquish his post as agreed upon: the people of ssshrajah were stalling, praying for time.
effeminate High Council member, even asked shRajah to kick away mr. ronnald tree from the Ministry of Interiors. mr. ronnald tree, not of the MacDonald's fame, is now with the CEO's hubby.
by submitting to shRajah at least 3 or more pieces of paper supposedly detailing his resignation, wherein he (effeminate member) said, "i am resigning because of the following: .... and he continued to name the anomalies of shRajah including killings that have been ordered by shRajah when he was infuriated, mad, in the splendor of his drunken stupor" effeminate pushed her endorsee to the vacant position occupied formerly by resigned ministry of interiors who at the time was unceremoniously being booted out by effeminate High Council member and shRajah.
the fat blob-... drunken master moreover already liked the idea of being CEO. so he most probably followed the advice of effeminate High Council member and those of the other confidantes in the palace by the river to just stay. there was no other, more acceptable choice ... but titillating as it was, at the back of it still was the gentleman's agreement between M. Fourchez and Brother Doctor (now dead and buried), for shRajah to step down after the third year.
and so the story goes that fat blob-... drunken master was booted out of office at the palace by the river. he rowed into the river during the sunset... and ever since, he had been hounded by charges of disloyalty to the Kingdom. of squandering the wealth of and treasures of the Realm. then he could not take it anymore... he had come to believe in their own propaganda that they deserved to finish their stewardship of the entire Realm and that means 4 or so more years back in power.
so now, the bright boys of fat blob-... drunken master, are trying to bring down the CEO, because they are trying to make the people believe they have the right to get back and consume the remainder of their heydays in power. whether there was or there wasn't any deal at all, nobody seems to be saying. they would of course rather prefer that it was kept secret.
and oh these idiots, it takes only one person to shout it out to the world that there was actually a deal that made fat blob-being-carried-in-stretcher-when-drunk, womanizer non pareil JOSE MARCELO EJERCITO also known as JOSEPH ESTRADA and also known as ERAP, as president of the Philippines. that on his third year, he was to step down and allow the current CEO to become the new president.
the elections that propelled fat blob-... drunken master, was a farce. they knew it was. and they're using it now as an issue because they know the ins and outs of it. they won by a farce. and so the next one would, and the next one to this CEO would also.
so they determine, damn the subjects all to hell! they need to consume their share of the power.
but to the other side, mr. ShRajah would just not heed the terms of their agreement so they were driven out. and now they have the gall to reclaim power that is no longer theirs. effeminate High Council member is the worst kind of idiot you will ever see. she keeps barking and barking as she has been unable to say proper goodbyes to all his boy friends.
she and fat blob-... drunken master were driven away from the halls of power for over staying. literally, that is. and sure, sure, they even have the support of DE LA SALLE UNIVERSITY, daw, and ATENEO DE MANILA UNIVERSITY, daw, and the University of the Philippines, daw. why? well, ask the former lord of education who was fat blob's fair haired boy once before...
how much did it take to make fat blob-... drunken master a president? he did not spend decent money there. it was M. Fourchez. if it took billions, no mind at all. there were also the moolah contributed by drug lords. kidnap lords, gambling lords. and all other illegal lords. fat blob - ... drunken master he raked in millions in dollars yet using many venues, front men, like that Chimoy - former bugoy-bugoy and long-hair look-alike of a drug addict, JAIME DICHAVEZ, whom fat blob-... drunken master and his legal people call the owner of a billion peso account at EQUITABLE BANK! huh!
DICHAVEZ only learned to wear a decent t-shirt when he started making money from the ANTONIO clan of mandaluyong, bosom friends of fat blob. now he is supposed to have a billion peso bank account? he is purported to "own" a condominium, fast cars, SUVs? all of these are courtesy of fat blob-... drunken master and company. DICHAVEZ himself is nothing. pure nothing. he may have jumped also into illegal drugs outside of his former job as sales specialist (daw) of two-way radios and small spare parts of communication devices and equipment.
if fat blob-... drunken master did not spend any decent money to win the 1998 elections, but earned during his stewardship of the Realm a huge skim together with effeminate High Council member, they have a lot of spending loot to feed rallyists and demonstrators from the squatter colonies of metro manila. he even had the gumption to tell MRS. MARY EJERCITO that next birthday, OK na tayo mommy... hmmm....
oh how calluous these people are. after promising to be good for 3 years, they wanted to re-arrange the terms of their tenancy and stay for another 3. now they want to reclaim their occupancy. and filch the country once, twice, thrice more than what they skimmed during those two and a half years at palace by the river. and turn every street and each nook and corner into a drug subastahan place. and kill all our countrymen by bleeding them of their money for illegal numbers games and quasi legal games like BINGO TWO BALL, etc., etc.
i cannot trust fat blob after learning about this story from my friend. i cannot trust effeminate High Council member.
the people should never trust fat blob-... drunken master too, neither should they trust effeminate High Council member. or nengneng pimientos, the cousin of fat blob-... drunken master's dear dra. wife who also has no manners. we have had too much of fat blob, effeminate High Council member, the dark monkey of makati, nengneng pimientos, that cutey cutey son of a transvestite who talks like a robot and whose name sounds like a dairy product, the supposed "evil society" people and liberal people who together with CORAZON COJUANGCO AQUINO and a missing "military" component tried to ram the concept of resignation to the CEO's mouth. [the military -police -NBI (pa daw kuno) component incidentally just came out with their statement recently, a little late for the party of the evil society.]
the moral of the story is: do not kill the deal maker.although you are eager to step on the toes of a lot of people by wanting to keep power for a prolonged period, never kill the deal maker.
the whoddunit element is: who killed Kuya Doc? was it because his name was affixed upon the documentations of entire van loads of drugs from sina being transhipped through the country to u.s. of a.? or was it because of the deal to make sssrajah a president at least for three years?
it is doubtful if Kuya Doc merely killed himself or died from natural causes. there was too much at stake in the deal he had made.
Monday, 18 July 2005
in times of loss
it was a terrible loss, for the admirers, lovers and beaus and children of fpj that their man did not make it in the 2004 elections. it was such a terrible loss, that now too many people are willing to go against the very grain of their humaneness to make the CEO step down. even those that do not love fpj, nor jsp --- as his spouse is affectionately called --- and do not feel any loss, want their entire bodies to artificially resonate with a sincere grief. they have left the CEO and promise to replace her themselves. surely, they are not thinking that the pro-fpj people will take their plans hook, line and sinker. after all if there was any misdeed, any at all, done during the may 2004 affair, they too were part of it. i don't lay any claim to being part of the group of the CEO. my own interests are not compatible with the sheer artificiality of politics, even if i cannot shirk my responsibility as a citizen to participate in the present state of affairs.
however, with what the people who are suffering their loss or those that are faking it, are doing to the country, one cannot help but be extremely saddened and one cannot help but shout: stop! you fools, stop!
Tuesday, 12 July 2005
days from now, it won't be dreary days anymore, or will it? i hope now, not. despite all the brouhaha, i hope to be able to write my blogs, send comments to you sis and email my friends from a different work station, in a different office, in a new atmosphere, in a different place altogether. i wonder however how much rest i will get in my new environment? hmmm... just wondering...
Monday, 04 July 2005
the memory of george
when i was 10, he roamed the streets of the city dirty as a rubbish heap. he did this like clockwork. i got curious about him and took him in my wings after knowing his name was George. that he was 20. that he came from a town called Palo. that he was suffering from a rare tropical disease called schistosomiasis. his head was really huge for someone like me at my age and his stomach was even bigger!
they told me to keep away from that fellow, but i didn't listen. i made him my man friday. i taught him things. and i read him anything i can lay my hands on that was available. i even read him the bible. i scoured our house for clothese to fit his size and made him wear them and throw away his old ones. anything new that came to my mind, i told it to him. including the outrageous. and the times i saw him laugh, it was like he died and was already in heaven. my older relatives could no longer put up with him. one time, after George's first christmas with a huge family (we were that, huge), he left. apparently, everyone who cared about him said, it was best that he would leave our house. they'd stopped asking me why i took him in anyway. but at least they could reach out to George and tell him they really like him except that he had to go.
after he was gone, i took into my wings another George, but this time, it was a young boy of 7 who was a pick pocket and part time beggar at the city church. he left too, after becoming greatly ashamed about taking a collector's match box of a friend marie a. who borrowed him to make him clean their house. sad, that. i wonder where George and little boy are now. i wish they had not come to manila. or else, i might find them joining the rallies. and if they see me, they might run...
Saturday, 02 July 2005
There is a senselessness in the air. It is being created by those whose lives have no more meaning and color that they are plotting schemes left and right, creating dramas, even making antics parallel to and synchronized with the ones the poor watch in soap operas so that they will know what to do without being told about it. I wish that it rains rocks and mountains and there'd be a Great Deluge. I'd love to see all those fake frotes ridders get soaked, swept off and bashed upon the rocks by the floods. That would be the quintessential usefulness of Karma.
