The oligarchs are back. Thanks to the Pinoy dimwits who voted the very persons who robbed the poor of their economic birthright.
In colonial times, the Spanish grabbed indio lands through pillage and conquest, in massive quantities at that. After killing the indios, the Spanish marauders declared the indio lands as theirs. Then the Spanish colonial occupation forces distributed the lands to the hacienderos. As long as the hacienderos paid the rent to the crown and converted the indios to Catholicism, the Spanish colonial forces cared any less what the hacienderos did in their farm.
When the Americans came, the lands grabbed by the Spanish and redistributed to the hacienderos were not recovered and returned to the indios from whom the land was grabbed.
Land reform would have been an opportunity to get the lands back, but the descendants of the hacienderos – the oligarchs are not about to let go.
Today, the indios have forgotten that it was their land in the first place. Worse, the former owners of the land now bow prostate like beggars in front of the land grabbers.
To add insult to injury – the indios voted into the Presidency, the very symbol of the cause of their homelessness. The surrealism of it all is not lost – as the indios themselves are boasting of an Aquino win.
The yellow zombies are like lambs bleating how fat it got under the shepherd, not knowing what takes place in the slaughterhouse until it is too late.
I sure now know how it feels like to have a retarded sibling – you can’t kill em, you can’t leave ’em to rot because they are kin – you just love unconditionally, but it doesn’t make your kin any less retarded.
The return of the oligarchy was not lost to Phil Bronstein, EVP and Editor-at-large of the San Francisco Chronicle in this piece.
That’s pretty much how the Philippine elections look to someone whose dance card was punched for years by Manila politics.
I was barely out of kidhood when I covered the overthrow of Ferdinand Marcos in the Philippines, so Senator Benigno “Noynoy” Aquino III – son of the assassinated politician Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, Jr. and his wife, the recently deceased former president Corazon “Cory” Aquino – was just a boy when I was there (Lets not get started on the Filipino nickname thing; one of his sisters is Ballsy).
I met him a few times, huddled up against his widowed mom and his sisters. But he never said much back then.
Good luck, pal, and get yourself a private army, in addition to the sometimes politically unreliable military, if you don’t already have one. Because all of your enemies do. Given the Philippines’ history of corruption, coups and the country’s inability to budge an inch off of its 70 percent poverty rate and huge, naked economic disparities, you might as well be Ralph Cramden, just elected president of the Racoon Lodge.
The real news, however, is that Imelda Marcos – sometimes accused in the plot to assassinate Ninoy, and as lavishly pompadoured and aggressively fluttering as ever – also won her race for Congress. I still have her personally autographed bound volumes and rough drawings of her guiding life theory – something about circles and triangles, upside down hearts and love. She pushed that stuff relentlessly, seemingly gone a little loopy after 20 years of power, lots of sycophancy and presidential palace intrigue.
When she closed the fancy Gloria Maris restaurant so she could take me to a private dinner there a deux with a piano player in the shadows and her singing love ballads, I didn’t know whether I was supposed to swoon or curl up into a protective ball.
But Imelda knew a cult when she founded one, even if it seemed often that she was its only member. Given today’s election results, apparently not.
“The little people, they love me,” she used to say as we rode in her limo past the tattered, desperate crowds outside her compound walls. She gave them flowers and a jewel-encrusted, designer gown-dressed first lady that she believed they loved to look up to. “It makes them proud to see me jetting around the world and getting cozy with the famous in the first world.”
And pissed, especially in 1986 when they threw Imelda and Ferdinand – the former “Kennedys of Asia”- out of the country.
The shoes were a raw deal, by the way, considering Marcos himself had almost as many pairs tucked away in a between floors, “Being John Malkovich” department store chamber right below their palace living quarters.
Once again, oddly mannered oligarchs are back in place, re-fighting the same battles of 40 years before.
The only real shock would be if anything really changes.
Glory be to the oligarchy, the political surrogates, and the dumbed down media.
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
Idiotic Filipinos without end.
Ang pinoy talaga… bwiset.