Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Shit Just Got Political

For those who know me, they are aware that when it comes to politics, I basically have no opinion. I don't vote, because I honestly think it's a waste of time. They'll just cheat their way into a position anyway. But if you think that just because I don't believe in our system, that I don't have a right to speak about PDAF then you're wrong. Sure I shrugged off my "social responsibility" because I had my own set of beliefs, but I pay my taxes, too. It's not like I have zero contribution to society.

 People are basically shocked that I am updated on this issue, and heck, I even joined the rally yesterday. But I am enraged at what our government has become. All this time I know that basically all of them may be corrupt. You can't really take that away, ever. Someone, somewhere is selfish and greedy, and I've accepted that a long time ago. I've been passive despite the fact that I know they're using the taxes I pay for their own well-being. But seeing this Napoles issue? HOW DARE YOU? It's one thing to steal money from the Filipinos, and it's another to rub it in our faces, to spend it so irresponsibly, and to use it to feel like you're better than the rest of us. My eyes have been opened of your capabilities. I know you were greedy, but now, I've lost all aspects of respect I have for you as a human being.



People steal everyday. Snatchers, muggers, you name it. But you know what? They do it for survival, and I'm pretty sure they are not proud of what they do. They do it, maybe because their mother is sick and they don't have money for medicine, or maybe they have children who they need to feed but can't. And it all goes back to you, scum-of-the-earth leeches. They wouldn't even have to do that if our taxes were used as they should be.

And the worst part of all, and the real reason why I'm getting so involved is that I saw it with my own eyes. Take our driver, Kuya JR. He's one of the kindest people I've ever met. He's the only competent person in our payroll, actually. He never complains, he never asks for extra cash, and he would follow you with an umbrella even if it's just drizzling and you said you were fine. That's what a good person he is. Sure, he has bad habits. He smokes, he's an unhealthy eater, and he drinks. But you know you're safe when he's around, and he's never gonna do anything bad. He suffered a stroke just this week and he has to be on a respirator now. He still has a strong heartbeat, but just like that, his family decided that it's time to say goodbye. All because they cannot pay for the hospital bills. My family gave some help but it still isn't enough. And I realized, if our system wasn't so fucked up, maybe Kuya JR would be okay. Maybe many like him would be okay. But instead, the money that would have kept thousands of good people alive go to the spineless spawns of the corrupt.

Their children? People say they are only victims. But come on, for sure they were given a good education, and they are smart enough to figure out that their money is not really theirs. And to brag on social media that you "wiped out" an expensive store is not someone with a conscience would do.

My parents worked hard all their lives to provide me and my siblings a good education. And when things were rough for us, I saw how they struggled. How can you expect me to accept that all their hard work just goes to someone who just sits around waiting for money, and lives a life that we can't even have in our dreams? My parents take home clean money, but still, I feel guilty having them buy me things that I don't really "need", because you do that to them already, don't you?

I've experienced to work as well, and sometimes, I would work 48 hours straight. I barely went home, I took an overnight bag with me wherever I went, because I never knew when I was going home. I am a college graduate who experienced having to put shoes on other people, or putting up with their complaints cause they feel "fat" in what I gave them to wear. But I knew I had to start at the bottom. But during those times when I was running around a set at 2 in the morning, looking for a pair of earrings that I barely remember because I have not slept nor eaten, where were you? What were you doing?

 And most people have it worse than I do. When they were breaking their backs to feed their families, were you "wiping out Celine"? When they were losing their houses to the flood, and had no idea what they were going to do, were you out "driving Porschey"? And when people had to say goodbye to their loved ones, because poverty never gave them a choice, were you enjoying your lame ass party in California with your fake friends, and badly designed tarpaulin backdrop? Or were you just posting this shit online to show everyone where our taxes are going instead of where they should be? How do you even look at yourself in the mirror?

No, Jeane, money cannot buy class.


So when you look at the big picture, this country is hopeless. Napoles could be under the protection of her connections right now, and maybe they'll never be caught. But it's worth a try cause I'd do anything I can to see her, and her other comrades, rotting in jail.

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