Skewed and screwed

Bencyrus Ellorin

WE have been skewed and screwed, and smiling.

For a moment, let me lose faith in the Filipino.

I had an early flight for Manila. The lady attendant was giving boarding instructions — elderly and passengers with children first — then assigned a lane for passengers assigned with seats from Rows 1-16, so on and so forth.

But the passengers won’t get any of that poor attendant even if she was going on top of her voice. Just like zombies, the passsngers, not your tsinelas crowd, mostly in clean crisped garments, with gadgets on hand, pressed on to the gates.

Mocha got an award from the alumni org of the University of Santo Tomas. She got vilified. She sucked it up with a very popular mayor-turned president and has been rewarded with a juicy government position.

A blogger, she has been followed by millions, not because her ideas are brilliant and literati par excellence. Her English language proficiency is wanting if compared to some of the best news writers and editors. But be warned, copies of your “rock star” journos beating beats and social media could even be worse.

People follow Mocha not because of her ideas. People follow her because she feeds on their imagination, especially the menfolk who are having wet dreams seeing her gyrate, have her chest touched by a veejay; pose as nun on bikini, carrying a candle carved as a male organ.

She seems to have very nice hair. She can afford high maintenance beauty regime. She earns much as a lap dancer and now as a lap-dancing assistant communications secretary.

Others may frown in righteousness over my rant. Many more would dismiss and would continue following her, perhaps imagining her with wet undergarments while defending a murderous regime, denying her asinine behavior.

Filipinos do not see the value of human rights. We are a hypocritical race.

Filipinos are unthinking. When the Bangsamoro Basic Law was deliberated in the previous Congress, racism and xenophobia pervaded. The result, we all know.

Now, President Duterte reintroduces it. The crowd is chorusing “alleluia, amen and amen!” and then fall to deadly silence.

Now the tax reform law nicknamed “Train”. Fixed wage earners, taxed to death in the old law will be taxed less. Those in the lower rungs are even tax-free — income wise.

Of course, it hurts when prices of basic goods, public transport fare go up. What the taxman giveth, the taxman taketh back.

Increases in prices of commodities directly affect the guts. And unless the people rise up to protest these gut issues, my faith in the Pinoy as a people won’t be regained.

Meanwhile, mamugas sa ko to take care of my fate.