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Puckering Time

It's now or never.
 

Huffy daffy

I’m a very happy citizen. I haven’t watched any TV shows lately, even if it’s already vacation time. I don’t know with you but I can survive for months without the picture tube. For me it’s a good thing because I am spared from all chuckleheadedness. Channel-surfing a while ago I stumbled on an evening news program, and unfortunately glued myself on the couch.

1. Members of pro-administration party throwing china somewhere in Tarlac. They seem to be having fun because they were smiling. (This place is known for the charitable services of innocent plates and cups in which one can displace his indignations.) I thought, maybe if I was there with them, I could’ve hurled the plates at their faces which I suppose is thicker and more calloused than the wall.

2. Commercial break. One is using his being a bar topnotcher “para labanan ang corrupt at abusado;” another one is harboring delusions of youthfulness and pretentiously thinks he’s idol material; then an ad that confidently threatens “Kayong mga nangungurakot, bilang na ang araw niyo!” Of course there’s my favorite ad for the lady who performed the Dance of the Seven Veils. She’s with another lady who just recently realized…I’d rather state the exact spiel. “…ngayon ko lang nalaman na ang babae pala ay hindi sinasaktan. *hikbi* Either the lady just realized that she’s a woman, or she’s dumb enough to promote the senatoriable. There you go the most insipid campaigns ever fabricated in Philippine history.

3. A guy who was caught of robbery and extortion was found out to be the son of a prominent broadcaster who is famous for chasing racketeers guilty of robbery, extortion, among other rancid cases. Oh, the ironies of life.

4. I’ve had enough of that aneurysm stuff in my daily affairs. One, two, three days of media coverage, fine, we can construe that as news worthy. But having it on a daily basis? And now another part of the human anatomy has been added for us to contemplate? What are we going to have next, a documentary on the fat guy’s agonies over his defecation because his anus has been clogged with a corn cob? And we base our knowledge only through medical doctors’ press releases, so how can we be sure that there really is something wrong with the, uh, honorable man?

I thought that I could get a hold on to something novel, but it was still the usual kind of crappy stuff, and I believe that in a theoretical level most viewers have already developed what psychologists call sensory immunity. Or to put it simply, namanhid na sila. Why, they’re bombarded with the same stuff almost everyday that carjacking, larceny, homicide, corruption, and other criminal cases seem to be a part of one’s life. Like it’s something we can’t live without, and the media have managed to sensationalize everything.
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At Sun Apr 15, 01:55:00 PM, Blogger Tea retorts...

I guess that's just the way it goes.

Oh wait, if you don't to be bombarded with news about I-just-won-and-I'm-running-for-an-office guy, don't watch the news.    



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