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Puckering Time

It's now or never.
 

Shut your mouth, you mediocre good-for-nothing bozo.

I was on my way home around 6 pm yesterday, and I find it odd that the traffic was heavy when usually everything should’ve been running smoothly by that time. The cause of the hyperventilation of many: this certain mayoralty candidate and his cohorts are putting up numerous tarpaulins and posters along the stretch of Molino road, covering all possible spaces with his face. What bothered me is the message imprinted on the tarps – it literally means that the people of Bacoor are clamoring for him to be reelected. I’m from Bacoor, my family has been staying here for more than 10 years now, and my hearing is excellent but I haven’t actually heard anyone clamoring for that person to run.

For a related literature, my friends and I went to SM Manila last Thursday when another unknown candidate was seen shaking the hands of people entering the mall – as if he really gives a hoot. This certain person grabbed with him a flock of sweating people in white shirts, and they too were shaking the hands of the unfortunate passersby. Their shirts said something like, “Mahal niya tayo. Vote (name)!” Excuse me, I don’t even know you as much as you don’t know me personally, so how can you develop an intimate relationship with complete strangers? Then along Mia Road near the Baclaran area I saw posters of one senatorial candidate who is the son of a former senator (hmmm) that says “No. 1 sa Bar Exams.” This declaration of supposed intelligence is one proof that they are the lowliest life forms on Earth. So you’re the top notcher, huh? So freaking and bleeping what?!? Do you suppose people would vote for you just because a) you’re uber-intelligent, and b) you’re the son of a senator?

I may have said this in my previous posts but I would like to reiterate it nonetheless. It’s a good thing that I haven’t registered for the May 2007 elections. I feel so free that I don’t even have to struggle thinking who am I going to vote for (position) because face it, there’s practically no one credible for such positions, so why care? It seems so obvious that those candidates planning to take a position in the government are just a bunch of mediocre creeps that did nothing but broadcast their own stupidity in national television. Then people who get to watch them become so impressed and teary-eyed at the professed wits of their bets they run to their respective precincts and jot the names of their equally moronic idols.

Then there’s the issue about suffrage that we should use our right to vote for whoever in whatever, abstain if you really can’t help but think about our bleak future, and if we don’t do it we let them win instantly – hell, they would’ve won anyway.

To all concerned, just use your head and be careful.
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