YOUNG VOICE
Playlist Crossover
If I were Noynoy
You think I could understand
How it feels to take the blame
For the 95 million men?
I’d listen to them
Every pain, every hurt
But I’ll first be undecided
Cause there’s too much that’s corrupted
And everything you have got destroyed
Try listening to a Beyonce playlist and watching primetime news at the same time. I was tempted several times to write about my reaction in light of the recent current events aside from Charice Pempengco’s diva-off with Leah Michelle on Glee. But I held it in like a warm post-meal fart. I considered that I was too young to react, too naïve I daresay. What do I know about jueteng and hostage negotiations? However, it seemed skeptics are sipping up to the very last drop to their advantage.
Yes, I am pro-Noynoy. Yes, I may be biased. But aside from the fact that there’s nothing you can do about it, I poured these thoughts not to defend the president but to sprinkle some bits and blobs of sense into what appears now as a signature habit of using respond eat superior, or the liability of the superior to the inferior. He does have a liability but how about you, me and Tiyay Agnes who grills the best batikulon in our barangay? We claim to live in a democratic country and the president is not exactly the highest authority, but the voice of the majority. We are the president’s superiors and I guess we also share the blame. However, the blame comes as an allergy that we constantly avoid. Blaming others feeds our self-esteem and what more, our self-righteousness. When others have scandals or issues, we love hearing it over and over again because while unaware, we feel proud of ourselves, we feel uplifted that we’re not the worst-case-scenario after all.
Some develop aneurysm from persecuting the police for a lousy operation during the hostage taking at the Quirino Grandstand. Do you, as a citizen, pay your due taxes in order to fund these policemen’s training and equipment? Do you, as a political leader, allocate appropriately the budget intended for national security? Some develop gastric ulcers from reinforcing the untamed approach of the media, by producing media hypes out of supposedly minor issues. Do you as a citizen while turning on your television for a live telecast, evoke all the more reason for the media to bring you the juiciest news?
And because we do not want to be held responsible for an imprudent experience, we simply find our prey for projection of our omitted or committed faults. Who else but the man who promised for everything but imprudence? While I had my duty in the clinical area, the most number of patients I handled was three and for eight hours I was responsible to deliver the best quality care as possible to satisfy their needs and not to mention become legally and ethically liable to them. No joke, I had a hell of a time—no let me rephrase; I had a time of hell. Now tell me, wouldn’t it be difficult for a 50-year old bachelor to spend almost 24/7 to watch over and held responsible for 95 million people? I’ll poke your eyeballs out if you say no. Our president can’t even have a decent date with his girlfriend for crying out loud. Sometimes, some of us think that since we have our hero, we have our leader; he or she will take care of everything. Come on, even superman can’t save the whole world.
But then, I could not stay to be biased. I love yellow but, it’s better to see a rainbow. Dear P-Noy, enough said and more action please. I am always at awe of your explanations but I am afraid they are gradually sounding like rationalizations. Applause for your humility to accept your faults but alongside is the actual duty to correct that fault and since your petite predecessor has left a humongous mole; I mean pitfall for your administration to cover up, this correction must be massive and intense, no second to lose. The people have long been apathetic and stubborn, they need a major jarring of their senses to set their minds straight. Never mind the persecutions, there will always be skeptics. My parents say you can’t please everybody. Just keep your promise and my naïve, young but foreseeing mind believes that you can get through this for six years.
Oh every time we close our eyes
We see only their faults and lies
A different scandal every night oh
I swear we should change and care
Don’t pass the blame anywhere
And that’s what you get when you’re in love with Bruno Mars while in your rare moments of sanity and patriotism.
Give our president a break.
He hasn’t had a date for quite a while.
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