By Belarmino Dabalos Saguing, Friday 26.07.2013
I do not want to picture all Filipinos as a shithead.
Unluckily, this kind of persons exist in abundance. Making public of my sentiments
will sure earn me more enemies than friends. But about the stupidity of many of
our conationals really abound. You find
them everywhere, and many times, they even advertise their utter moronness with
their own word.
About twelve years ago, I lost my job just after my first wife died, and went out of the
apartment I was renting because I am no longer in pooition to pay the rent. So
I went looking for a bed space to rest my back at night when I am tired. And
there I met the paragons of stupidity.
There was this guy who was boasting how smart he was. He
said “When I was in University, I used to chise4l my parent for extra money by
telling them I need a couple of thousand to buy subjects and predicates so I
could pass the final exams”. I asked if he was able to pass any course, he just
laughed and told me “Hell no! I just transferred from one university to
another. I studied in seven universities and finished nothing.” He wernt on
telling me that when his parents went to the city to see him graduate. (The hapless
parents really believed that their genius of a son was really graduating at the
end of expected five year course.) But they found their dear son stoned drunk
in the boarding house. It was then that they found they have been duped by
their own son for tend of thousands of real money to finance his non-existing
education.
The stories differ only in details, but he was not alone in
that house. There was this guy who fondly tell of his school years adventures.
He was saying how he wooed his girl friend telling her how rich his partents
are, how much parcels of land they owned, and to prove it, he used to bring the
girl to spending spree around the city, and presto! The girl was mesmerized and
went with him to a hotel. All at the expense of his poor parents who literally
broke their backs toiling aty the fields to finance his escapades. The results
are the same with the first one.
There are the third and the fourth, but it will be a fatigue
to tell them as their stories are the same.
I scaped from that house before my mind exploded. My
diligence was rewarded, I finally found another job after a few months.
A few years back, I took a two-month leave to bury my mother
who died. One evening, after a sweltering day, I went to a beer house to rest
for a while. The joint was full of all kind of people. I found a table just
emptied in the VIP room because there was no vacant table in the more public
section. My table was next to one occupied b a group of loud middle-aged
roosters and their partners. One of them, who seems to be giving a blow out to
his friends was telling them his story.
“I don’t need a job because my son is an OFW and makes
plenty of money abroad. He works his ass off to support my worthless, lazy
carcass. Lucky for me that he believed all the lies I told him that it was his
duty to support me after finding work. Ha! What an idiot, just like me. He’s
slaving away right now overseas while I’m lazing in this hammock. You gotta
love it. Sometimes I have to reinforce the conditioning when the payments drop
off a bit. Usually I just make some shit up like ‘Mother needs medicine’ or ‘Sis
needs to buy expensive text books.’ Works like a charm every time.”
What a moron!
One of them, not to be overdone, gave this yarn:
”I love to drink Red Horse and sing karaoke at ear-splitting
decibels. I can’t sing but nobody care. It’s loud and Filipinos are all
noise-loving idiots. I love noise because I hate to think – it’s hard.
Noise solves that problem by making it impossible to think. So I crank up
the volume and erase thought altogether – works fine for me. Besides, I have to
have SOMETHING to fill that vacancy between my ears! Noise pollution does it
just fine!”
I have to beat a hasty retreat.
I arrived home still musing how unlucky we OFWs are if we
have this rooter as brother, or father.
There will be no point at all for us to be abroad.
Then, I realized that
these people are also voters! No wonder why we have this insane political order
in the country! Imbeciles are being elected by turd-head voters! Or perhaps,
not imbecile politicians. Perhaps we could say ‘smart’ politicians. Many of
the people who engage in politics has something more than public service in
their mind: Money! Lots of money!!! And they know their people. They know they
could get qaway with whatever crookery
because the voters are morons. They would even vote for a baby as
national president if he has a popular name!
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