ACCORDING to the Makabayan Bloc, the armed struggle of the New People’s Army (NPA) is a legal option.
Since when was it lawful to bear arms and overthrow a legal, democratically-elected government? I cannot find anything in Cory Aquino’s 1987 Constitution that says so.
Every time an NPA kills a policeman, a soldier or a civilian, that is extrajudicial killing (EJK) in its purest form. A colleague even went further to enlighten moi…the specific crime is murder.
Maybe those so-called activists, “wokes” and pseudo communists should ponder on this: “It’s easy being a communist in a free country. Try being free in a communist country.”
A short vacation in North Korea should do wonders for these “wokes”, activists and other idiots. I heard North Korea is lovely this time of the year. The only drawback is that these Frappuccino-infused “wokes” might be disappointed at the absence of Starbucks there. But I’m sure the ambiance will make up for that little thing.
The tried and tested tactic straight from the “devotees to the cult of the yellow ribbon” playbook, necropolitics or using the corpse as a political prop, is so passé and no longer fashionable as there seems to be a dearth of willing martyrs these days. So the trendy thing now is “baby politics” – using a baby alive or otherwise as a political prop. A pregnant mother (preferably single) is also another option.
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So Congress allotted funds to purchase anti-COVID-19 vaccines for all congressmen/women. That’s good. Let them have the first shots. If it works with no side effects, then we’re safe. If not, then we’re still safe.
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The things fashion victims will do just to keep up with what they fancy as the latest trends…aside from wearing expensive but ill-fitting clothes just because it looked absolutely fabulous on that model in the cover of Vogue magazine, nevermind that she’s super model Adriana Lima while you’re a second-rate version of Jover Laurio, they also do this.
It’s really pathetic to see neither someone, obviously not Michael Jordan nor a basketball player, wearing an expensive, overrated pair of basketball shoes.
And that’s random.
Meanwhile, “Dangling Conversation” is a song by American music duo Simon & Garfunkel, released in September 1966 as the second single from the duo’s third studio album, Parsley Sage, Rosemary and Thyme (1966).
More about the song shamelessly taken from that free online encyclopedia a.k.a. the internet:
The theme is failed communication between lovers. The song starts in a room washed by shadows from the sun slanting through the lace curtains and ends with the room “softly faded.” They are as different as the poets they read: Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost.
“The music in “The Dangling Conversation” is rather simple and quiet, but the lyrics expose Simon & Garfunkel’s creative genius. This song tells the story of two people falling out of love. There is an important conversation to have that neither person is not willing to bring up, nor so it becomes “the dangling conversation” that rips them apart.
The lines “and the superficial sighs / the borders of our lives” repeat throughout the song. Through these words, the listener can easily see two lovers sitting in the same room…no speaking, only the occasional unnoticed sigh. These sighs are superficial because they convey no meaning to the other person. Whereas a lover in a thriving relationship would hear his or her partner sigh and ask what was wrong, these lovers simply ignore the sigh and accept them as the “border.”
Neither lover asks what is wrong because they both know. They refuse to talk about the “dangling conversation,” and so accept the occasional sigh as the limit”.
I suppose there was a time in our lives that we have experienced this situation, and we can easily relate to this indifference resulting from failed communications, eventually to a failed relationship.
As you reminiscence about that one great love you lost, let me leave you with these appropriate lines from “The Dangling Conversation”:
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You’re a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives… /PN
