MIGHT as well join the fun since everybody seems to be having their say on the faux pas committed by that wannabe Miss Universe-Philippines, a certain Sandra Lemonon who claims to represent Taguig…Hahaha…the usual sour grapes. Who remembers the losers anyway?
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You know, the people who claim they are being “red-tagged” are also the ones calling attention to themselves to be “red-tagged” (whatever “red-tagging” means), just like those people who say Ferdinand Marcos was not a hero were also the same ones saying he was.
Teddy Casiño twitted that if he could only wear red lipstick he would. So what’s stopping him from putting on red lipstick? Certainly not Rodrigo Duterte.
This government is not authoritarian, neither fascist. C’mon, don’t be shy now, you just don’t like Duterte.
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Risa Hontiveros clearly has a comprehension problem (that is, if she bothered to read). General Parlade never threatened Liza Soberano. At worst, it was a warning. At best, it was a benevolent caution.
Then again, that’s Risa Hontiveros. She even had the audacity to claim she was fighting martial law when she was about 10 years old. It would have been more believable if she had said she was busy as one of the cast of the Pinoy version of The Sound of Music to noticed martial law.
She should just have stayed with “That’s Entertainment”. Who knows, she could have been the next “Kuya Germs” and give Willie Revillame or Vice Ganda a run for their money.
Maybe it’s just me but I believe that Risa Hontiveros’ true calling is in show business instead of this pseudo politician-slash- activist role she’s now playing. But with her advancing age and fading good looks, including this pandemic, it would be a little too late for a change of career.
But who knows, the great Bella Flores and most of the classic kontrabidas are already gone. Perhaps there is still a place for her.
And this famous kontrabida line comes to mind, “You‘re nothing but a second-rate, trying hard copycat!”
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And speaking of activists, communists, pseudo or otherwise, and red-tagging, I remember during the 1970s there was a coffee shop in Malate frequented by wannabe anarchists, pseudo-communists and self-proclaimed activists. They would huddle in some corner table discussing in hushed tones, seemingly plotting the next covert revolutionary activity.
These folks would always be properly attired, wearing t-shirts with Che Guevara or Mao printed in front, and a cap with a red star. As I knew most of them, I would go over and in a loud voice jokingly ask them if they have recruited any beautiful girls lately for the communist movement. They would conspicuously look over their shoulders then pull me over and say in hushed tones, “Shh…the military might hear you, and no, we’re not communists.”
It was nonsense and silly then. They were desperately trying to look the part yet deny it when asked if they were.
Back then, most of us who went to university never even imagined of overthrowing the government. We just wanted to enjoy life as teenagers oozing with hormones. For Moi, I went to university to get high, get laid and play football in whatever order. I achieved all my goals and along the way managed to get a diploma.
This is not about me but I’m telling you that because in those days the student population was composed of these informal groups – the hippies, jocks or athletes, pseudo-intellectuals, artistic types (dancers, thespians, musicians and writers), strait-laced establishment types (the ones who really pursued a degree), and the losers.
For most of the male students, it was all about “how to impress and get the girl”. Naturally, the hippie girl would drift toward the hippies, likewise the artistic types would also drift to their male counterparts. The most popular and attracted the most girls would be the jocks or the athletes, which was obvious. Those we called nerds nowadays usually graduated with their virginity intact.
The losers, meanwhile, were in desperate need to have some kind of gimmick to impress the girls and they either enlisted in the Reserve Officers Training Corps (ROTC) or became activists.
Somehow these people have the notion that walking around in campus wearing your ROTC uniform complete with combat boots or clad in a t-shirt with a Che Guevara or Mao print and wearing the ubiquitous cap with the red star, and acting like some kind of military officer or a mysterious anarchist will somehow impress the girls.
Unfortunately it did not. They were silly then, they still are./PN
