Monthly Archives: January 2013



A Mayor from Mindanao went to Laguna to visit his political mentor.  When the Congressman invited him home for dinner, the local politician was very impressed by the lavish mansion, grounds and the costly furnishings.  He asked, “Paano po ninyo ito napundar samantalang wala kayong negosyo at maliit ang sahod natin sa gobyerno?”

The Congressman smiled knowingly and took him to the window.

“Nakikita mo ba Mayor iyong ilog?”

“Maganda ang view, nakikita ko po.”

“Nakita mo ba yung tulay sa ilog?”

“Oho, naman,” said the Mayor.

“10 per cent!” said the Congressman smugly.

YEARS LATER, the Congressman had occasion to pay a return visit.  The Mayor lavished all hospitality on him.  When they came to his house, the Congressman was stunned by the huge palace the Mayor had built, glittering with precious art, hundreds of servants, etc. etc.

“Paano mo napundar ito samantalang nasa mahirap na lungsod ka at maliit ang iyong sahod dito?”

The Mayor called him to the window.

“Nakikita ninyo ba yung ilog dun?”

“Oo, naman, malaki ang ilog ninyo dito pala.”

“Eh, nakikita ninyo ba iyong malaking tulay?”

The Congressman looked, was confused, peered closely and said, “Wala yata akong nakikitang tulay brod.”

“100 PER CENT!!!”  said the Mayor.


It was election time again.  So, a senatorial bet decided to go out in a very, very remote barrio to gather support from the people.  A group was assembled in the Multipurpose Hall to hear the speech.

The politician had worked up to finale and the crowd was getting more and more excited.  “Pinapangako ko sa inyo ang mas magandang edukasyon at maraming oportunidad para umasenso kayo!”

The crowd went wild shouting, “Taki! Taki”

The politician was a bit puzzled by the dialect but was encouraged by their enthusiasm.  “Isusulong ko ang reporma sa pasugalan para magkaroon ng madaming trabaho at umunlad ang ekonomiya dito sa inyong lugar!

“Taki! Taki!” cried the crowd, stomping their feet.

“Lahat kayo dito ay gaganda ang kinabukasan at magtatagumpay!”

The crowd reached a frenzied pitch shouting, “Taki! Taki! Taki!”

AFTER THE SPEECH, the politician toured the town and saw a tremendous herd of cattle.  Since he was raised on a ranch, and knew a bit about cattle, he asked the town’s community organizer if he could get closer to take a look at the cattle.

“Opo Sir” the organizer said, “kaya lang ingat po baka makatapak kayo ng TAKI!”


An old couple had a son, who was still living with them.  The couple was a little worried, as the son was still unable to decide about his future career.

The parents decided to do a small test.

They took a Five-Hundred peso bill, a Bible and a bottle of Johnny Walker and placed them on the front hall table, and hid, pretending they are not home.

The father’s plan was:  Kung kunin ng ating anak ang pera, siya ay magiging negosyante; kung Biblia naman ang kanyang kukunin, mag papari yan pero kung yung bote ng alak ang kukunin, tiyak magiging lansenggero na yan.” 

So the parents waited nervously, hiding in the nearby closet.  Peeping through the keyhole they saw their son arrive.

The son saw the money they had left.  He took the bill, looked at it against the light and slid it in his pocket.

After that, he took the Bible, flicked through it and took it.  Then he grabbed the bottle, opened it and took a whiff, to get assured of the quality.

Then he left for his room, carrying all the three items.

The father slapped his forehead, and said:  Tangna! Ang anak natin magiging pulitiko!


A busload of politicians, on the way to a miting de abanse, were driving down a winding road in a remote barrio when all of a sudden the bus turned turtle and crashed into a tree in an old farmer’s field.  The old farmer after seeing what happened went over to investigate.  He then proceeded to dig a hole and bury the politicians.

A few days later, the local barangay chief came out, saw the crashed bus and then asked the old farmer, “Lahat ban g nakasakay ay namatay?”

The old farmer replied, “Meron iba nagsasabi na hindi pa, kaya lang alam mo na mga pulitiko puro sinungaling!”


Late one night in Batasan, a mugger wearing a bonnet jumped into the path of a well dressed man and stuck a gun in his ribs.

“Ibigay mo sa akin ang pera mo!” the hooded man demanded.

Indignant, the affluent man replied, “Hindi mo dapat gawin iyan, ako ay isang Kongresista!”

“Kung ganun,” replied the robber, “ibigay mo ang AKING pera!”



st peter

While walking down the street one day, a political stalwart of UNA party is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

Isang malugod na pa-anyaya,” says St. Peter. “Pero bago ka tumuloy, parang may konting problema nga lang.  Bihira kami makakita ng mataas na opisyal ng gobyerno dito kasi, kaya medyo hirap kami kung ano gagawin sa iyo.

Okay lang po, sana patuluyin nyo na lang ako dahil naging parehas naman ako.” says the UNA stalwart.

Sabagay, kaya lang may mga ilang tagubilin ang itaas.  Ganito na lang.  Isang araw ka muna sa impierno, tapos isang araw din sa kalangitan.  Tapos nun, mamimili ka na kung saan mo gusto mamalagi magpakailan man.”

“Alam po ninyo na talagang gusto ko na dito sa langit.” says the political stalwart.

“Pasensiya na brod, kaya lang may ganyang kautusan dito na dapat ipatupad” And with that, St. Peter escorts the UNA stalwart to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course.   In the distance is a club and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him, everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at expense of the people.   They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. Also present is the Devil (a former political stalwart of a Coalition party, too), who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.

They are having such a good time that, before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves while the elevator rises. The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

“Ngayon naman ay bisitahin mo ang kalangitan.” So 24 hours pass with the UNA stalwart  joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

“Okay, naka isang araw ka sa impierno at ganun din sa kalangitan.  Saan mo na gusto mamalagi.” He reflects for a minute, then the stalwart answers: Well, hindi ko naisip noon, ang ibig kong sabihin po ay maayos sa kalangitan pero mas okay na sa akin ang impierno.”

So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. The Devil comes over to the stalwart and lays an arm on his neck.

Teka, parang hindi ko maintindihan ito,” stammers the poltical stalwart. “Kahapon nandito ako, may golf course at masarap ang pagkain, nagsasayawan at nagkakasayahan.  Pero ngayon puro basura at nakaka awa tingnan ang mga kaibigan ko at mga dati kong kasamahan.”

The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, “Kahapon kasi brod, NANGANGAMPANYA kami.  Ngayon tapos na ang PAGBOTO  mo sa amin.”



govt worker

Three friends, an engineer, an accountant and a government worker were bragging about how smart their pet dogs were.

To prove, the Engineer called his dog and said, “T-square, ipakita mo ang galing mo nga.”

T-square trotted over to a desk, took out some paper and with a pen drew a circle, square and triangle.  Everyone nodded that it was pretty smart.  But the Accountant said his dog could do better.  He called his dog and said, “Cashier, mag paandar ka nga.”

Cashier went into the kitchen and returned with a dozen cookies.  He divided them into 4 equal piles of 3 cookies each and gave everyone a glass of milk.  All of them were convinced that it was good.

Then the two workers turned to the Government worker and asked, “Ikaw naman brod, ano kaya ng aso mo?

The Government Worker called his dog and yelled, “Coffee Break, ikaw naman ipakita mo sa kanila ang alam mo.”

Coffee Break jumped to his feet, ate all the cookies, drank the milk, molested the two other dogs, claimed he injured his back while doing so, filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions, prepared an anonymous letter and went home on sick leave.


A Political party in Manila decided to spend a week end in one of Palawan’s high end beach resort.  Twenty politicians, all related to each other, were in attendance for the merry making.  As evening fell, a group of terrorists were able to sneak into the resort and successfully marooned all the politicians and made them all as hostages.

The leader of the kidnapping group aired on radio his threat.  He warned, “Bigyan ninyo kami ng ramson sa halagang 10 million o kayo rin, pakakawalan namin itong mga pulitiko!


A farmer in Samar was the toast of his town.  His piggery business was a big success.  His mother pig could produce 24 offspring in one lying.  His fame grew and attracted the attention of the DENR regional director.

One day, the official visited the farmer in his piggery farm.  The farmer was excited on the presence of several formally suited gentlemen on board several red plated SUVs.  “Tuloy po kayo.  Ano po ang ipaglilinkod ko sa inyo?”

The Director snappily retorted, “Amang, balitang balita na ang alaga mong inahing baboy ay madaming manganak.  Balak ko sana itong bilhin ng sa ganun ay mapalawak ang lahi nito.”

The farmer protested, “Sir, yan lang po ang naghahanap buhay sa amin dito.”

The Director countered, “Bibigyan kita ng malaking halaga at kasama pa niyan ay isang sakahin na lupa.”

The farmer finally consented with a heavy heart, “Sige po Sir.”

Three months later, the Director and his lieutenants hurriedly visited the farmer with sadness painted on their faces.  “Amang, nanganak ang kinuha naming inahin sa iyo pero apat lang ang biik niya!”

The farmer nodded and explained, “Talagang ganun po Sir  kasi sa gobyerno na siya nagtatrabaho!”


In a small chapel a janitor was cleaning the pews between services when he was approached by the parish priest. The religious man asked the janitor, “Totoy, puede ba ikaw na muna pumasok sa kumpisalan at pakinggan mo si Aling Rosa.  Punta lang ako sa CR.  Alam mo naman yan ang tagal mangumpisal tapos din naman nagsisisi.  Pagkatapos niya bigyan mo na lang ng 10 Hail Mary, pabalik din ako kagad.”

Being the helpful sort, the janitor agreed. Just as expected Aling Rosa came into the booth and started her confession.  “Oh Padre, nagkasala po ako ng medyo mabigat.  Hindi ko po napigilan sarili ko at nayakap at nahalikan ko ang isang bata kagabi. Pagkatapos po…. Blah,blah,blah…..”

Stunned, the janitor had no idea how to handle the situation.  Surely 10 Hail Mary’s would not do. So, in a moment of desperation the janitor peered his head out of the confessional and asked an altar boy,  “Utol, ano binibigay ni Father sa pagyakap at paghalik sa bata?”

The altar boy said, “Ang alam ko binibigyan niya ng pera pang matrikula!”



joke story

 Two friends agreed to attend their respective church services.  One was a Catholic, another a Moslem.  They entered the Catholic church first.

Moslem:  Pare, hindi ba natin iiwan ang sandals dito sa labas ng simbahan?

Catholic:  Hindi na pare, delikado, baka mawala pa yan, isuot mo na lang.

The next day, they went to attend the services in the mosque.  The Moslem took off his sandals and about to enter the place when  the Catholic guy whispered to his friend.

Catholic:  Hindi kaya mawala ang sapatos ko dito sa labas pare?

Moslem:  Huwag kang mag-alala pare, wala ditong Katoliko!


 A very religious man lived right next door to an atheist. The religious man prayed every single day and night, spending much time at church, while the atheist never even thought of such acts.

However, the atheist’s had a good life. An excellent, well-payed job, and a beautiful wife, lovely, healthy, children, whereas the religious man’s job was stressful and his wages were low, his wife was getting fatter every day ,and his kids were obnoxious, and non loving.

So one day, while deep into his regular prayer, he looked towards heaven and asked, “Panginoon ko, araw-araw  pinupuri Kita, humihingi ako palagian ng gabay sa Iyo sa aking mga suliranin at kinukumpisal ko sa Iyo ang lahat ng aking pagkukulang at kasalanan.  Ngunit ang kapitbahay ko ay nabibiyayaan, samantalang hindi ito naniniwala sa Iyo at hindi rin nagdarasal.  Ang masakit nito ako pa ang naghihirap at naghihikahos.  Bakit po ganun?”


A great voice bellowed out from above, “ KASI HINDI NIYA AKO INAABALA SA LAHAT NG PANAHON!”


 There was some trouble in the computation of pledges in a village church that the parish deacon decided to to ask his pastoral leaders on basic math.   There was a housewife, an accountant and lawyer.  They  were asked by the priest, “Ilan ang 2 + 2?

 The housewife replies:  “Apat po.”

The accountant, thinking that it was a trick, says:  “Babalansehen ko po muna.”

The lawyer, stood up, went near the priest and whispered:  “Ilan po ang gusto ninyo.”


 General Fabian C. Ver was compelled to organize an intel division in his office but he must have to decide and pick a good soldier to be at his side.  He required all commanders of his units to send in the best representatives that could be found.  Three soldiers stood admirably out of hundreds of recommendees.

General Ver knew that the three soldiers performed well in a complicated exam and passed through the gauntlet of difficult exercises.  He therefore decided to ask them a simple question instead.

Inside the grand office, General Ver sat on a chair in front of an oval tea table beside his desk.  There was a vacant chair on which the applicant will use.  This was for the General to observe the demeanor of his future aide de camp, his prospective confidante.  The first soldier was ushered in.

General Ver:  “Anak, ilan ang 1 plus 1?

 First soldier:  “Dalawa po Sir!”


General Ver, stood up to meet the next soldier and asked the same question.

Second soldier:  “Bale po Sir, one for you and one for me.”

 General Ver smiled and was silently impressed.


General Ver, personally accosted the third and on the way to the tea table asked the same question.

Third soldier:  “Sir, ano po yan TWO, all for you Sir , bahala na po Sir kayo sa akin.”





vjt and romy

Dear Tata Romy,

You are probably in heaven already after months in the purgatory.  It has been a year since you passed away.  Your sins may have been laundered and you wished, as you prayed before and tried to be good,  to gain entrance in the Pearly Gates one day.  You never intended to leave the rest of the mortals but it was an accident waiting for you.  You never bothered to tell me that you have a faulty eyesight.  I knew it before but I was expecting you to come forward to complain.  You never did.  Worst, everytime you take the wheel and drive for me, you had difficulty in negotiating anything on the left side.  But knowing you, such deficiency was of no import.

Besides, you believed, as you always maintained, that with me around, there was no difficulties to confront and that everything is surmountable.

I am not telling you this by way of scolding.  You were smart enough to die early so that you won’t hear anything negative from me.  You never wanted to hear anything unsavory from me in the first place.  You would rather join me in accosting others, scolding and chastising them.  You felt that your association, close association with me had conferred on you enough authority.  Well, I am amused everythime you display such attitude.  As a matter of fact, I was even prodding you to read every book I have completed so that the snippets of wisdom, the wits and ideas derived from the exercise would dawn on you.  And I tell you my friend that I am impressed with your audacity.

I wrote you because while rummaging through my personal things I saw this compact disc which contained the recording of our radio broadcast sometime last year.  I took you in as my co-pilot in that radio broadcast because you have the proper voice timber.  By exposing you to the medium, you probably would be able to get the timing, the resources, the materials which I am also using and in the process, in the long run rather, I may be able to bequeath to you the slot and you would be on your own as an anchor man.

Our radio slot was an enjoyable experience.  We had fun.  We poke on each other, joking and exchanging thoughts, amusing ones.  The two hours alloted for us would merely fade out without us even expecting that we have consumed the time already.  I intentionally left radio broadcasting so that it would dawn upon you to continue with the craft.  But you left also as soon I took my leave.

You never wanted to be alone.  You always wanted to be at my side.  You always expected some funny story, a gag or a yarn from me to begin your day.  And I would never let you down.  As a matter of fact, I also rejoiced at those tales I would share to you because your laughter was my barometer in delivering the same to others.

Together we enjoyed the bounties of wisdom.  We even explored the possibility of leading an immortal life.  We knew that science was closing in on such possibilities.  You were prepared to become a centenarian and so was I.  We were passing notes on the merits of herbal and some incantations so that we will not be affected by limitations of mortality.  I knew that those doctrines I shared with you would not be wasted by trivial considerations.

But on that day, you chose to be on your own.  Although I know that it would just be an instance but that space, that limited period could have meant so much.  You had a freak, an unnecessary accident, for which it cost you so much—your safety and eventually your life.

It’s a pity that you are the only friend I had who stuck with me for close to two decades, without complaining, no grumbling, not even to whine nor submit any protest.  You are an ideal buddy, a great partner.  One who worship friendship and almost treat it as something sacred.

And yes, I thought of writing you also not only by way of reminding me of your loyalty but also because on this month, the universe claimed you as its part.  My parents and recently my sister had gone also and I just hope that you will meet them all on your way to paradise.

Take care my friend and please don’t use my doctrine in getting privileges up there!

Your constant counsel,




It’s a treat to visit one town after another, without concern for time, for any appointment, for any consideration.  Just moving from one place to another.  Like malling where one is treated with a barrage of gadgets and novelty items, travelling is exactly the same.  Well, except for the fact that in malling, one must walk, ogle, haggle and salivate if the price of something one pleases to consume or take home but the tag does not correspond to the amount which the pocket can assume.  In traveling, everything is fair game—the sceneries, the fruit stand along the hi-way, the intermittent traffic, the pesky tricycles, the paved roads, the unmaintained thoroughfare once in a while, the undisciplined motorbike drivers, some dusty and muddy street shoulders, well, some checkpoints and the personal choice of music I brought to accompany the dreary at times exhausting manner of driving.

Of course, traveling is costly than malling.  The fuel which is consumed in traveling could already order so much in Shakey’s or ChowKing.  But the experience is better.  Trekking is more adventurous than window shopping.  There are more challenges and yes, more dangers if one is inured with much security as being confined inside the office most of the time.  Exposure to the elements is something healthier and more exciting.

Travelling around Mindanao is also very educational.  It has a total area of 97, 530 square kilometers slightly smaller than Luzon.  And a population of 21 million, almost one half of the population in Luzon.  It sustain a number of jungles and rainforests although explorers from nearby island including entrepreneurs have exploited better areas for logging and related land based utilization.

Wandering around the island teaches one the reality of politics, of leadership, of survival, of confidence, of self-reliance, culture, of wisdom.  And why not.  One could appreciate a competently maintained boulevard.  The organized and clean by ways.  There is leadership presence and politics in the area and it readily speaks of maturity and responsibility.  Of course, there are towns which are also in a state which is very dismal and way too long ignored.  Blame leadership, politics but never the people in the town.  The people are mere victims of glib talking politicians and opportunists who happen to be elected.  If the state of the community affairs remains the same for years, the people must have to deserve their condition.  They continue to vote people who impose the worst on them, and they seem to like it.

Travelling affords time to relax despite the backbreaking routine of driving at the end of every week.  I drive an average of 10 hours a day, with breaks every two hours.   It is a very revealing exercise. It is the only sports I felt affection for.  For the last 6 years, I have seen every corner of Mindanao from North to South, from East to West.   It is not only fun but a telling event.  I feel like Charles Darwin exploring the wilds; I am Jose Rizal contemplating on the new environment.

For quite a time, I felt like the first Arab to discover the nomadic jungle people; I also felt like the first Chinese merchant who landed on the shoreline.  There are still unexplored corners of Mindanao and in those areas; life was at its best.  In between courses, to fill up gaps in my task as government officer in charge of prison, traveling removes the monotony of bureaucratic concerns and makes me whole and fresh to look into with enthusiasm my regular responsibilities.

Sometime half a decade ago when I was still in Mindanao and about to wrap my term in Davao Prison, I drove from Davao to Manila by land, on my 1100 cc Yamaha Verago big bike.  And it was a very exhilarating experience.  It was a 48 hour travel time, not continuous though but pleasantly with stop over for every 10 hour stretch.  What made it grand was that I was alone.  It was man versus machine.  It was man versus the elements.  And I made it.

vjt on bigbike

My head may be stuck in a stack of papers on week days but I see to it that on weekends my spirit soars including my awareness in every part of the universe where I try to be a pulsating medium of excitement.

What better way to be a serious mental worker five days a week and a two-day journeyman on a regular basis.  It makes the mind dynamic and the spirit full of zip.

It is not only pleasurable but highly entertaining.


lola puric

Purificacion was a beautiful lass from a remote barrio of Mindanao.  Her clan belonged to the minority tribe in a predominantly Muslim area.  In the early 30s, she was the toast of the town, statuesque, with flawless skin and brilliant.  She could easily qualify as a beauty queen and a career woman but in a community where men were virtually at the forefront of everything, she stayed on the sideline.  She would act however as the brains behind every move in her family and would retain the same upbeat disposition even when she married.

 Purificacion had a strong personality.  She could impose her will, apply her resolve and install her wish and choice with reason.  She was the center of her family, the one dictating on everything that should be conducted.  Her family was prosperous with her at the inner helm.  She delighted on her family’s situation.  They had lands, farms and a strategically located residence.  She pushed her husband to be one of the best blacksmith in their town—if not the only blacksmith which the community repairs to when in need of iron craft.

 Years later, she would be widowed and her leadership through her husband would slide down.  In a community where womenfolk are relegated in a corner, she could only muster enough strength to sustain her children up until they would have their respective families.

 Before she reached an advanced age, she still would continue to impose her strong will on her family.  She was no longer Mama Purification.  She was Lola Puric, her hair white as a churchly veil, neatly combed up and coifed at the back.  She had been a tough matriarch and almost in command of everything from the time her husband left the world.  She would require from her grandchildren to undergo a rigorous training.  Those who came from a fledging family would be first in her list.  She would whip every child not to toe the line.  They would pass through an initiation rite under her guidance which is highly physical.  She would drive them into slavery to instill in their bones the meaning of hard work and obedience.  She would impose discipline even if the cost is to break their morale and their perception of learning.  She would never repeat the same treatment she gave to her children, which made them soft and weak.  She would rather have strong grandchildren even if in the process they would fade and crack.  Those who would survive would surely make it.  It was her gamble and it was her way of greeting her advanced years.  She wanted to see herself among those who would survive.  It was her means of getting through and living more.

Finally she surpassed the 60s and 70s and now, she is living in a world as an octogenarian.  A few days ago, she was greeted her in her 88th birthday.  She suffered a leg fracture rendering her immobile for a few days but she has recovered fully except that she could no longer walk.  She was a shadow of her former agile deportment.  On her natal day, she would be able to see once again her children and grandchildren.  It would be another reunion.  This time, it would be the first time she would greet her predecessors in a passive way.  She could no longer stand but she could only embrace her family visually.  Her mind, eyesight and hearing are still as sharp as a youngster.  She has been gifted with such fabulous genes and she was pleased about it.  But she fears that her ailing bones are signals already for her final episode with her loved ones.

She would be nearing the 90s but she has finally seen her brood.  She saw her grandchildren and in particular she saw herself in some on them.  She knew she would still continue to live through them.




climate change

The increase in the volume of rain fall in Mindanao, as felt in most towns of Eastern Mindanao indicates the following climatic situations:

  1.  There are less vegetation to absorb and retain water hence as a natural course, water evaporates.
  2. Roots of hardwood trees which have a capacity to hold on water almost 200 liters per tree, when felled would let go of its retention capability and exposes the water to the elements.  As a natural course, it joins other exposed water for evaporation.
  3. The number of lumber derived from logging (both illegal and legal), cutting down hardwood trees wantonly or otherwise, contribute to deforestation and therefore exposes the soil to the elements and further squeezes whatever water it retains.  When hundred trees are felled, hundreds of thousand liters of waters are released, well, again for evaporation.
  4. Once water is accumulated to form as cloud becomes heavy, it pours and returns back the hundred of thousand liters of water down on the ground.  If the soil is loose, landslide becomes the order of the day.  On low lying areas, instant flood is noted.

flooded areas

  1. Considering the fact that lands are slowly transformed into subdivision and related housing communities, usually done without plan, would disturb the natural flow of water.  When a housing village is filled up, it closes the natural formation of land where water flows, resulting in blockage.  Flashfloods immediately appears.

baha 2

  1. Weather watchers are even baffled.  At a time when they have declared that the El Nino phenom is about to commence, the reverse happen.  Drought is expected but La Nina came as a matter of course.
  2. Even wind velocity would change its course as a consequence of cloud formation.  It reroutes air flow and when it is blocked by a phalanx of clouds filled with evaporated water, it literally constricts the air flow and a low pressure area noted.  When it transgresses the formation, the compounded air becomes a storm.
  3. In other words, climate change is not a natural occurrence.  It is a consequence when nature is reformed by man, who is also a part of nature.  Although he is a part of nature, he always reinvents it for his purpose.
  4. Hence, climate change as indicated in an equatorial island like Mindanao.



Cynthia Andrada (her real name) is not one to be stereotyped as typical.   She breezed through every trial with serene acceptance and matured equanimity, what could have broken any one even if one is made of steel.  But not in her case.   She was calm and composed when faced with difficulties.

Let us look at her situation.

When she spent a vacation with her children in her hometown in North Luzon sometime ago, an accident happened.  Her toddler son was side swept by a careening truck sending the frail body of the child meters away.  Her eldest died instantly.  The most painful part for a parent is to bury her own child.

She was still in mourning and as yet to pick the pieces when she was informed that her husband was pinned by a protruding railing in the expressway.  Construction workers in nearby area had to use electric welding to cut off the steel that pierced, as in being speared—from the body of the man, as his torso was literally gorged through and through.  A few hours later, the hubby was brought to the hospital for extreme unction.  Cynthia took a leave in her office, went through normally and visited her better half in the hospital.  She was convinced that her loved one would not make it.  But the husband would recover after months of medication.

 She has as yet to adjust to her role as grieving mother and agonizing wife, when she would be facing one administrative query after another in her organization.  She must still work, a career woman she must still perform to assuage domestic equilibrium.  But she would be relieved from her post and would be transferred to another office, far from her residence.  She would find difficulty nursing her husband but she could only make some adjustment even if she would cut down on her time to rest.

At this time, she even went for the jugular.  As if her time is too limited for comfort, she took her masteral course, completed it smoothly and went through the doctoral degree course.  If she was being punished emotionally with succeeding painful events on her personal life, she would even haul over the coals, so to speak by pushing her mental faculties to the extreme.  A doctoral course is not for the faint-hearted.  It is never a prescription for contemplation.  It is pressure in capital letters.  She breezed through it.

Going through the pains of losing a son and formulating to heal her husband may be simple for those with unadorned minds but Cynthia displayed the intellect of an extra ordinary mortal.  She has the sensitivity of an academician and yet she has the capacity to be neutral and cold when faced with dilemma.

One day she would be recognized, another day she would be sidelined.  Intrigues in her organization may have sent many officers twiddling with their fate, cornered and depressed but not Cynthia.  She has retained her composure.  Call it grace under pressure.

There is nothing in her bones that could spell doom notwithstanding the fact that every instance in her system has been wrecked by it.

The woman is a definition of what resolute means.  She has never dropped her faith.  And probably, she is the only one who can lay claim of having to endure and withstand what many humans would fail to comprehend.


dick penson

The Constitution has a provision for anti-political dynasty and it is a principle that should govern everyone.  While technically, there should still be a law that would define and qualify such constitutional provision, the essence is there already:  political dynasty is unacceptable and illegal.


Senator Panfilo M. Lacson, five years ago, discussed it in his proposed bill on said concern.  He said that,


“Article 11, Section 26 of the 1987 Constitution provides that “the state shall guarantee

Equal access to opportunities for public service, and prohibit political dynasties as may be

Defined by law. ”


“Political dynasties have made positions in government subject to inheritance and results

In the proliferation of small monarchies all over the country. Seeing the malevolence created by

Political dynasties, the 1987 Constitution mandated the legislature to prohibit political dynasties

In order to effectively put a stop to the monopoly of certain families to public office.

During the debates in the Constitutional Commission of 1986, Commissioner Sarmiento

Explained the rationale of this provision in the following manner:


“By including this provision, we widen the opportunities of competent, young, and

Promising poor candidates to occupy important positions in the government.

While it is true we have government officials who have ascended to power despite

accident of birth, they are exemptions to the general rule. The economic standing

of  these  officials  would  show  that  they  come from  powerful  clans with  vast

economic fortunes. ”


Senator Lacson further qualified it.  Thus,


“The proposed measure seeks to prohibit the spouse or persons related within the

second degree of consanguinity or affinity, whether legitimate or illegitimate, full or half blood

of an incumbent public official seeking re-election from holding or running for any elective

office in the same municipality/city, legislative district and/or province in the same election or

occupying the same office immediately after the term of office of the incumbent elective official.

Additionally, it also prohibits two or more persons who have political dynasty

relationship from  running  simultaneously for  an  elective office within  the  same municipality, legislative  district and/or province, even  if  neither is  so  related  to  the

incumbent public official.”


Lacson has since been subjected to harassments and various persecutions.


As it were, the forthcoming election seems to ignore the constitutional prohibition.  Various technical objections have rented the air to discourage discussion.  It is as if there was nothing in the Constitutional that could forbid those affected to impose their absurd beliefs.  And indeed.  Even Comelec could not make any ruling because of technical issues.  There is no law specifying the details of how it should be carried out.


Hence, for quite a time since the 1987 Constitutional provision has gone into print, not even a resolution has been passed on this matter.


Except for a crusading spirit that pushes this concern into the consciousness of the people, no one seems to care at all.


To date, there is only one person who intends to make it a principal issue.  And against the silence of almost everyone,  Ricardo L. Penson is trying to reach out.


He despises a monarchical setting for Philippine governance because it is anathema to development.  It depresses economy and divides the prosperous and the struggling majority.  In other words, it merely allows the enrichment and empowerment of a few to the disadvantage of the entire citizenry.


Penson is nowhere within the attentive impression of the people because he is up against a monolithic power.


But Penson is correct and history will teach  this lesson as it constantly reminds  why the Filipino is still poor, with token representation and unable to attain what is just, fair and proper for them.

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