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Archive for the month “October, 2012”

March of the 5th

The 5th comes marching, all in step

step closer to, step farther from

foreign lands here we come

Home shall wait for our return

Pale Visitor, welcome

Dark Crow feast

The 5th shall be your host

The 5th comes marching, burning, yearning

Tired, Broken, Upset

Warm Beds and bodies we have left

For cold steel upon battered bod

Feet march forward, mind reaches back

For king and country we have come

So marches forth the 5th



       A dim yellow bulb hangs limply from the ceiling. It’s light flickers, making shadows dance upon the walls. “Yes, master” comes the confident reply. A neophyte bound, blindfolded and kneeling on the tiled floor. A slight trickle of blood on the edges of his lips, his body bruised and battered. It’s just been a few days of punches and paddles, of waterboarding and electrocution, but the ordeal has been going on for months. From trivial things such as bowing or saluting or being made into a personal slave to much more degrading and  mentally abrasive chores.  “Yes, master I’ll go through with it, I won’t struggle, I won’t complain. After all that has happened what could be worse?”. It is much too late when the realization dawns, what’s worse is not a thought that occurs to the neophyte but is immortalized in paper, ink and video. The headline flashes for all to see above the victim’s picture, bruised, bloody, lifeless.

Is it too much to ask for a little decency in this world of violence? Can’t we act a little less like the animals that we truly are. What makes these acts much more malicious, more violent  is the cloak of tradition and necessity. What better proof than a trial by fire, what better mark than one upon the flesh. “If we got through it then why can’t you” “it was worse in our time” the senior members would say. Their senses numbed and their reason mute, blind they are to the senselessness and inhumanity of their actions.

       While the public reels and the media continues it’s circus the victim’s family grieves at the sad fate of a son or daughter. This goes on for quite some time then it slowly dies down. The people forget, the people forgive. Meanwhile, somewhere dark, dank and isolate the shadows dance their fevered dance of violence, and the circus begins again. “Yes, master” 

God Must be Bored

      Do we count the milliseconds?  Well except for special reasons like races or  very fast chemical reactions we don’t really care much for those fractions of the second. It simply doesn’t occur to us to care about those milliseconds plainly because we can live up to 60-80 years. But for the ant or the fly that lives for weeks or months, each millisecond of action counts. Now imagine yourself to be an eternal being. Would a year matter? 60? 80? How about a thousand years? Would any of these spans of time even register on your radar? If they don’t register how would one react to every moment, every day? Eons would pass with no sense of urgency, there is time for everything so why rush it? No need to intervene in every sickeningly mundane detail, none whatsoever. Our sense of wasting or making the most of our lives is deeply rooted to our sense of a finite lifespan. Being mortals, we have a deadline to accomplish whatever we set out to do and also a sense of providing for our progeny beyond our deaths. Creating a world of tomorrow for our children.

      However god is an eternal being, no sense of urgency, our days might not even occur to him. With all things considered wouldn’t God be bored? Certainly that is the only viable explanation for all the things wrong with this world. From the perfect void, he created life, chaotic and ever changing. It is not the complacency nor the constancy of a secure life that he enjoys, that would just prolong his boredom. But the crimes and violence that exist In the world, the dog-eat-dog killed or be killed moments that plague the everyday lives of us, that’s what excites him.


Government! Welcome to the internet.


As you may have noticed, you are not welcome here. It’s not that we don’t like you it’s just that out here, names and positions count for nothing. All that matters here is reputation. Reputation out here has nothing to do with what titles you hold or whatever awards you have its all about how you present yourself and how you interact with the people around you. Your reputation is based on trust and trust alone.  And that dear government is something that most in your fold lack. We have heard, we have seen, we know. All your lies and wrongdoings, all your pathetic excuses and crocodile tears.  We are not forgetful nor are we blind to history. We have opened our eyes and have hoped for change and have voted and have acted but as it stands we feel betrayed.  The reins of power we have entrusted onto people whose own interests overshadow our interests. Whose alliances and supply lines are more important than the building of schools and the eradication of disease. That you think of us stupid and incapable, we can let that pass. But that you strip us of our voice and ask us to lie down and accept it, we are insulted to the very core. What good is a government that is not willing to listen to it’s people? What good is a government who does not trust its people with the right to speak? In the internet of all places, one of the last places of truly free expression. What good is a government that is only looking out for itself?
Malapit na ang eleksyon, di pa rin napapasa ang RH bill at biglaan kayong naglabas ng isang batas na may mga probisyon na sumasalungat sa mga prinsipyo na pundasyon ng malayang talakayan sa internet. Ang mga maskara’y nais na naming tanggalin at ang kalayaan ay dalhin sana sa mga lansangan pero bakit dito pa, dito kung saan kami’y tahimik na nag-uusap?
Trust begets trust, respect begets respect. WE DO NOT TRUST YOU, WE DO NOT RESPECT YOU. In the same manner that you extend neither to us. You cannot bring your archaic modes of thought to our platform and expect that we follow it. Welcome to the internet, enjoy your stay. 


I am one, I am many,
You may take me, but you have taken no one,
the idea lives on, the act continues
We are.

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