On the Evils of a National Language II

On the Evils of a National Language II

Recently, the Malacanang communications group commissioned a module designed for the orientation of teachers in Filipino Language education apart from justifying the government’s language policies. The work is inherently trilingualist and pursued a dangerously naitonalist agenda. It used four very simple and painfully simplistic justifications in the form of two questions and two statements;

What is a National Language for?

Why Filipino?

Filipinos Speak Filipino

Filipinos Also Speak Other Languages and Dialects

Even from the structure of the module it’s already quite apparent how bigoted and alienating Philipine Language policies are. First, it asserts a need for a National Language; second, it asserts the need for Filipino(might as well ask “Why Tagalog?”); third, Filipino takes precedence for Filipinos; and finally, all the other languages are “also” spoken as if they were mere appendices to an artificially constructed variant of the Tagalog language.

This practically establishes Filipino, a dialect of Tagalog, as the line by which all other heritages must toe.

This is unacceptable and must be reversed. Every claim this module makes must be dissected and rejected. In four parts, I shall dissent on every justification this module has proffered. In doing so, I expect to spark discussion and draw the line on the sand. Now is not the time for half-measures, ladies and gentleman. This piece of dangerous nationalist propaganda threatens every non-Tagalog heritage in these islands. It is overly simplistic, which reflects its target audience, and rewards conformity over individuality.

It subscribes to the very essence of Filipino Nationalism: Filipinos colonizing other Filipinos.

For this, it must be rejected, it must be countered, it must be met wherever it is found and stopped.

This is the second installment of a four-part series.

PART II: Why Filipino?

Filipino was conceived to supplant every other language in this country. Otherwise, why would its stalwarts impose its use so fiercely; why would every other Philippine language be relegated auxiliary status if not to trivialize their existance; and why would every other Philippine language be made to represent the inferior? That has been the image of the non-Tagalog since the 1950s; what Quezon established, the media solidified; non-Tagalogs are provincianos–second class.

Filipino language policy was designed to butress everything the Tagalista understands about statecraft and serves as the foundation of how everything should be run in the Philippines; mediocre, haphazard, shallow, collectivist, and elitest. Make no mistake, the collectivist is an elitist by default. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so keen on constructing a system that appoints him the collective master. That’s the irony with collectivism, it expresses the equality of all yet cannot survive without heirarchy.

And Filipino was meant to be at the very top of that heirarchy, singling out one native tongue as superior among evrey other:

“After serious deliberations on the studies that they conducted, the National

Language Institute selected Tagalog as the basis of the national language. The

reasons why Tagalog was chosen were the following:

1. Tagalog is widely spoken and is the most understood language in all the

regions of the Philippines. It is spoken in Manila, central and

south-central Luzon, the islands of Marinduque and Mindoro, and some

parts of Mindanao.

2. It is not divided into dialects, like Visayan for example.

3. Tagalog literature is the richest. More books are written in Tagalog than

in any other native language.

4. Tagalog has always been the language of Manila, the capital city, even

before the Spaniards came.

5. Tagalog was the language of the Revolution and the Katipunan – two

events in our history that we can truly be proud of.

The poet Francisco Baltazar Balagtas wrote the epic poem Florante at Laura,

one of the greatest literary treasures of the Philippines, in Tagalog.

So yes, I would have to agree with the Institute’s findings.

Nevertheless, I believe the national language should only be lightly based on

Tagalog, and should contain many elements from the other languages spoken

around the country.”

— from the module

Who is this “I”? And how could a language that created Florante at Laura be better than a language that gave birth to the Hinilawod and the Lam-Ang epic? These are digressions, however, since the meat of the problem is on how arbitrary and bigoted the criteria were in designing the Filipino language. It was, as if, the significance of a language could be measured in statistics, demographics, and sheer bulk of product.

And Tagalog doesn’t have any dialects? Really? Then what do you call Marinduque and Batangas Tagalog? More books are written in Tagalog? Just as many literature was produced outside of Manila, especially in the other trade and cultural centers of the country.

The problem is that Philippine Language policy always places the other languages at the backseat of any priority list. It is as if Tagalog-Filipino must always be stronger politically than the other languages. That is the very essence of this policy, isn’t? Political dominance.

For starters, the method was simplistic. It had no respect for culture or even the very idea of culture and how organic a culture should be to be legitimate. What this policy tried to do was construct a culture out of bits and pieces it thought could be useful rather than letting culture steer its own course. This is ignorant meddling. This is corrupt by design.

The crux of it all was that the criteria all favored Tagalog which, incidentally, was the language of Manila. In several of these reasons given to rationalize the choice of Tagalog, Manila never fails to appear.

Manila, it seems, should be the center of the Philippine Universe. This is unfair.

Two points deserve special attention.

Tagalog has always been the language of Manila, the capital city, even before the Spaniards came.

This is interesting and insulting. It basically posits that the ruling datu of Manila ruled the whole of the Philippines, as if the emperor of his own little empire. If that were truly the case, shouldn’t the pre-colonial islands be of a single society rather than societies with sovereignty unto themselves? Even the very geography of the islands discouraged centralization, so how could Manila ever be the capital city of a Nation-State that never existed?

All this proves that the design of the Filipino Language was meant to butress the centralization power rather than the development of culture. Culture, in the Philippines has always been, and must always be, diverse to truly represent the spirit of its people. The Philippines is multiculturism, and reasoning to the contrary endangers the right of several, distinct, cultures to exist. Centralization of power also does one other thing; it curbs the right of a people to self-determination. That is the very crux of Filipino Nationalism; to monopolize power.

Equality, Liberty, Individuality are all anathema to nationalism and a nationalist never fails to find each and kill it.

Tagalog was the language of the Revolution and the Katipunan.

The language of the Philippine Revolution was and shall always be Spanish! Juan Araneta and Martin Delgado began their own revolutions in the Visayas and operated apart from Aguinaldo’s Katipunan and were the only revolutionaries able to pressure the representatives of Spain in the Philippines to surrender. This, effectively, made the Visayas independent from Luzon and Mindanao and should have excluded it from the Treaty of Paris since when Spain ceded the Philipines to the USA, it was no longer in control of the Visayas.

Proud Visayans that they were, not single word of Tagalog would have escaped their lips. As among the elite Ilustrados, to converse with their contemporaries from Manila was to converse in Spanish. Spanish was the great leveler of their time. For one from Iloilo to speak Spanish to one from Manila made them equals to each other. To speak Tagalog would have made the Ilonggo subservient.

To this day, that is the image of the provinciano, subservient–often the sidekicks to their Tagalog counterparts.

On the Evils of a National Language

On the Evils of a National Language

Recently, the Malacanang communications group commissioned a module designed for the orientation of teachers in Filipino Language education apart from justifying the government’s language policies. The work is inherently trilingualist and pursued a dangerously naitonalist agenda. It used four very simple and painfully simplistic justifications in the form of two questions and two statements;

What is a National Language for?

Why Filipino?

Filipinos Speak Filipino

Filipinos Also Speak Other Languages and Dialects

Even from the structure of the module it’s already quite apparent how bigoted and alienating Philipine Language policies are. First, it asserts a need for a National Language; second, it asserts the need for Filipino(might as well ask “Why Tagalog?”); third, Filipino takes precedence for Filipinos; and finally, all the other languages are “also” spoken as if they were mere appendices to an artificially constructed variant of the Tagalog language.

This practically establishes Filipino, a dialect of Tagalog, as the line by which all other heritages must toe.

This is unacceptable and must be reversed. Every claim this module makes must be dissected and rejected. In four parts, I shall dissent on every justification this module has proffered. In doing so, I expect to spark discussion and draw the line on the sand. Now is not the time for half-measures, ladies and gentleman. This piece of dangerous nationalist propaganda threatens every non-Tagalog heritage in these islands. It is overly simplistic, which reflects its target audience, and rewards conformity over individuality.

It subscribes to the very essence of Filipino Nationalism: Filipinos colonizing other Filipinos.

For this, it must be rejected, it must be countered, it must be met wherever it is found and stopped.

PART I: What is the national language for?

“Every free country has its own Naitonal Language. A national language is a symbol of a people’s freedom, independence, and unity. It represents what we have gone through as a people (our history), and who we are at present.”

–from the module.

Exploring this blatantly Tagalog Triumphalist sentiment, we come to three basic claims of the National Language agenda;

A national language can help us achieve political unity and strength.

A naitonal language can help a lot in our country’s economic development.

A national language can promote social and cultural development.

This is a ominous echo of Ferdinand Marcos’s own motto for his New Society, “Isang Bansa, Isang Diwa,” which roughly translates to One Nation, One Spirit. Very few manage to make this connection, but do recall Adolf Hitler’s own mantra for his Third Reich, “Ein Volk! Ein Reich! Ein Fuhrer!” This makes Marcos’s New Society a direct descendant of Adolf Hitler’s Nazi Party. Hitler saw the German people as a single nation at the expense of every non-Aryan ethnicity unfortunate enough to be in Germany or even just adjacent to it at the rise of his Reich. Hitler’s genocide wasn’t very subtle, fine, but the genocide every non-Tagalista faces now is just as dangerous and effective.

Whereas Hitler engages in spreading murder, the Tagalista engages in spreading blight. Through a thoroughly estalished cultural hegemony rooted in Manila, the Tagalista hopes to linguistically breed the non-tagalog languages out of existence.

Is it working? According to this university, it is. The local languages are rapidly being supplanted, rapidly fallen into disfavor.

“A study was undertaken by Xavier University on which Philippine language was most widely used by Filipinos thorught the years. It clearly indicates that from 1960 to 1990, the number of those who were using Filipino as a language increased more than that of those using other Philippine languages.”

–from the module.

This is all because of one distinct form of miseducation which the Tagalista continues to spread; the idea that we are a “single nation” and as a single nation we need a “singular language” to bind us all together. Very well then, let us explore this idea towards its logical conclusion. Let us take a very close look at what the word “nation” implies. Let us take a very close look at Gaelic, Basque, and Tamil. Let us take a very close look at what people are willing to do after years of pent of resentment and hatred locked away and waiting to explode.

On Nations

The problem with Filipino Nationalism is that it demonizes any alternative apart from ideas it imposes. Its unifying assertion is that there is only one form of everything. This includes the concept of not only nationality but also of nations. Historically speaking, Filipinos were Spaniards (mostly Basque) who were born in the Philippines. Those without Spanish blood were either Indios or Mestizos (Indios with Chinese blood and the complexion to match).

It was only after the Americans came that they generalized everyone under this nomenclature while completely and ignorantly disregarding ethnicity, language, and even heritage. To them, the natives all sounded alike, all looked alike, and all acted alike.

This is the very same concept of nationality and nationhood which defines Filipino Nationalism. Unfortunately, it failed to account for the simple fact that we do not at all look alike, sound alike, or act alike; but it certainly wants us too. This is why it vigourously pursues a One Nation agenda at the expense of everything else. As far as Filipino Nationalism is concerned, there is only one desirable concept of nationality; the one defined by a Tagalog Hegemony.

It ignores that fact that nationhood and nationality not only reflects membership to a sovereign state but also defines a person’s connection to heritage, ethnicity, and often: language. This is why stateless nations exist.

The Stateless Nation

“Every free country has its own National Language. A national language is a symbol of a people’s freedom, independence, and unity. It represents what we have gone through as a people (our history), and who we are at present.”

–from the module.

This statement deserves our special attention on discussing the stateless nation. Its claims are very simple, very easy to understand, and defines Filipino Language policy. Good, this makes my job easier. Let’s start with Spain.

Spain is a free country, but it doesn’t have a National Language. Why should it? The moment it institutes one is the moment it insults the speakers of Basque, Occitan, Catalan, and the Gallician apart from the fact that of the 27 autonomous communities that exist in Spain, one of them holds Barcelona, the second largest contributor to Spains GDP. The mere fact that Catalan, Occitan, Gallician, and Basque appears as optional languages on Spanish ATMs speaks much of the country’s cultural sensitivity. On the other hand, the Philippines has only two options to choos from English and Filipino.

Russia is also a free country, also very strong. Instead of Russian as the National Languages, it is merely an offical language along with 27 others. This makes Russia a true multinational state; a federation, so to speak, of more than a hundred and sixty ethinic groups and indegenous peoples reflecting extreme cultural and national diversity, with Russian ethnicity itself being split into three groups, the Slavs, the Tatars, and the Bashkirs.

The United Kingdom and the United States of America also reflect this. The United States itself recognizes the North American Indian Nations apart from the multitude of ethincities that constitute its multicultural society. The United Kingdom takes this to a whole new level with no less than four countries, referred to as national teams, constituting the United Kingdom. These are Scotland, England, Wales, and Northern Ireland. In these countries, languages other than English hold official favor, this includes Gaelic, Scottish Gaelic, Norn, and Welsh.

This makes stateless nations ethnic groups deprived of self-determination and sometimes even their own heritage. In the Philippines these are represented by the secessionist movements of the Cordillera People’s Alliance and the Moro Naitonal Liberation Front apart from the political parties and militant groups that branch out from these movements. Stateless nations often resort to violent seperatism when deprived of their rights to exist and self determination. These, of course, are only natural as resentment often comes when an Imperialist majority either subtly or directly imposes itself on the minority. Subtlety comes in the form of assimilation, which is what Filipino Naitonalism is tyring to do through trilingualism; while direct oppression comes in the form of genocide as Stalin was almost successful at in engineering the Ukrainian famine.

This is interesting as the very same countries I have mentioned have had a taste of violent seperatism too that rages on into modernity simply because they had the courage to resist and act on their dissent.

On Resentment and Rebellion

For Spain, they were the ETA who fought for the Basque Country. For Russia, they are the Chechens. For the United Kingdom, they are the Irish Republican Army who were successful in seceding the southern half of Ireland. Each of these groups resorted to violence for a cause that truly represented their people. I don’t condone it, but I do see it as one response when all other means have continued to fail.

Besides, as the module has said, “A national language is a symbol of a people’s freedom, independence, and unity. It represents what we have gone through as a people (our history), and who we are at present,” and the ETA was there to make sure that the Basque did not lose their freedom, their independence, their unity, their history, and who they are. This only makes the Filipino Languages existing ethos all the more superficial.

How can a language foreign to a Cebuano, an Ilonggo, a Tausug, and a Butuanon represent them? When the Spaniards surrendered to the Visayan provisional governments (political entities which existed apart from the Tagalog revolution) was the experience Filipino? When an Ilonggo buys bread from another Ilonggo does Filipino ever truly fit the picture? From experience, whenever a non-Tagalog talks in Tagalog to another non-Tagalog the experience is always disturbingly fake. How can Filipino ever be real, ever be native, when it isn’t? All it ever does is breed resentment, breed alienation, and worst of all: makes a second class citizen of every non-Tagalog in this country.

If there’s one thing a second class citizen has in droves it’s resentment. It knows it’s second class. It knows it’s looked down upon. It knows that “it” might be the very pronoun the ruling majority ascribe to it. No one has unlimited patience. Even now this country is deeply entrenched in a civil war on several fronts which it cannot sustain for long.

The Cordillera people have been docile in the north for quite some time, but that hasn’t robbed them of their fervor. Their groups are still en masse, are still organized, are still able and willing to walk their talk. The Bangsomoro in the south, on the other hand, have been walking their talk ever since the Jabidah massacre exploded. They continue to cut heads, set bombs, and pay in just as much blood as they are willing to shed of the other side.

That is the problem with Tagalistas. They call separatists ingrates, selfish, reigonalistic chauvanists, divisive, and criminals yet they will never admit to why separatists exist. When you rob a people of their identity, of their rights, of their heritage, and especially of their identity, how exactly do you expect them to react?

We are not doormats. That is why we are not nationalists.

The Goddess of Reason

Journeying to the Goddess

“The Goddess of Reason’s themes are logic, reasoning, learning and the conscious mind. Her symbols are a crown of oak leaves (representing the seat of the divine). While this lady had no other specific designation other than the Goddess of Reason, She dispenses the power of knowledge to those who seek Her. The French honored this Goddess with celebrations at Notre Dame, the world’s most acclaimed center of scholarship. Traditionally, the women depicting Her wore a blue robe and red cap, then were crowned in laurel at the end of a processional.

To improve awareness and logical abilities, tuck a bay leaf in your shoe today so the Goddess of Reason walks with you. Or, wear any garment with predominantly blue or red coloring to invoke Her powers through color therapy!

Today is an excellent day to take up any course of study you’ve been considering. Burn incense blended…

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Moon Magic and the Triple Goddess

I’m big on transhumanism, but you can’t have transhumanism without the occult to guide the way.

Goddess Inspired

The Moon has three visible phases:

Growing crescent )
Full moon O
Waning crescent (

)O(

This is followed by three days of darkness, the dark moon.

The Moon with her large and impressive presence taught our ancestors that like her own phases all life was cyclical, going from birth to growth to death back to rebirth.

Since the earliest times the Moon has been linked to water, as her gravitational pull affects the oceans’ tides. Her primary connection, however, has always been to women whose menstrual cycle mimicks the Moon’s phases: pre-ovulatory, ovulatory and post-ovulatory stage followed by bleeding.

Our moon-times are intrinsically linked to moonlight. Women who sleep without artificial lights and who are exposed only to the Moon’s light, tend to ovulate around the full moon and bleed at the time of the dark moon.

The Ancients considered moon-blood to be a source of incredible insight and…

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On the Triumph of Secularism and the Death of Churches

On the Consecration of the Immaculate Heart of Mary

Now, I’ve been reading Bobit Avila for a very long time, a very, very long time, and what has utterly convinced me about this man is that he is insane. He is a neanderthal the human race has failed to weed out from the genetic pool; a poor excuse of a man who failed to evolve past hitting women in the head with a stick before dragging them by their hair back to his lair for rape. It wouldn’t surprise me that this man, and his entire lineage, still lives in caves and this cave man does manifest the looks of a rapist. Just look at that smug face of his, knowing all too well just how many rapes he could get away with. Hell, by all means, this man is worse than Conrado de Quiros. At least de Quiros just likes to suck cock but I’m sure it’s all consensual, but this man? What woman would suck his cock if not for money? Look at his face, ugliest piece of shit I’ve ever seen on a newspaper.

Incidentally, the Philippine Star endorses him, affirming the gravitas of his opinions, and do nothing more than perpetuate the interests of the Roman Catholic Church.

Personally, I’d much rather indulge in masturbating to pornography of the Blessed Virgin Mary feasting on an international smorgasbord of genitalia than humor this man, but I do believe I should. Fact of the matter is, not only is Bobit a church toady with a suspicious devotion for women in church costume, but he is also a traitor.

See, I’ve been meaning to write this polemic for the past few weeks now. My original intent was simply to spur secularism on and secure the Roman Catholic Church’s ultimate end. Hell, I’m willing to admit it. The RCC is the one true enemy of  a better and prosperous future. Even the radicals and the progressives would agree, at the very least the one’s who refuse to go to church and believe what they preach. I’ve noticed that a lot of so called leftists continue to go to church–I think we should all pay a close look at these people, opportunists looking for the very first platform they could launch a profitable, political career on. And who am I to blame them? Communism does bring in the big bucks these days. Just look at Sison and all the free, European whores he gets to fuck every Sunday morning. I wouldn’t mind having some red whores on me if the Party is willing to subsidize prostitution.

But I digress.

Now I see that things have been coming together better than I had hoped. Now I see that it is the right time, the perfect time, to write this little piece cos the stars seem to have aligned: Bobit is sucking Church cock once again, the Church is going to consecrate the Philippines to God’s booty call, the same-sex schools have been accussed of condoning homosexual behavior, and the Pope is paying Cebu a visit in 2016. I smell the end of Catholic conservatism in the Philippines.

Huzzah!

I mean: hell, Church is dying and it will die. It is suffering from this terminal illness I’d like to call Hypocrisy. They’ve been digging their own graves since the days of Irenaeus, built their own coffins since Vatican II, and have now painted themselves  into a tight corner with this whole homosexuality thing.

How is legislating gay people to marry such a problem? I mean we’re all engaging in homosexual behavior in our same-sex institutions all the fucking time already right? Why not just legitimize it, allow Sor Aida to marry Sor Maria, allow the Abbess to marry the Novice she’d been diddling for the past three decades? Or better yet, why not allow Fr. Neil to marry Fr. Bob, the same Fr. Bob who used to be his brightest pupil in the seminary? I mean come on, why not just admit that pederasty pervades Church policies? I mean they’ve been protecting the pedophiles off the books for all of modern history now, right? I think that should give them a right to declare their love for their fellow man (or little boy) and we shouldn’t judge them for having mastered the entire Kama Sutra.

Hell, if I were a priest stuck in a nunnery I’d fuck the first colegiala novice with a pretty face that wanted to consecrate her life to God too, and I’m sure God would approve. He fucked Mary didn’t he? When the Marquis de Sade wrote Justine it wasn’t just his imagination at work there. I’m sure the monks helped fuel his poetry on the matter.

I mean just look at this picture. Everything about it makes me want to join the priesthood and who knows, maybe I will! Do any of you have any idea just how many young girls and boys look to priests for spiritual guidance? I wouldn’t trust these pederasts with an apple pie and not find them trying to fuck it before they eat it. I also think its about time we put CCTVs in those confessionals. Thrilling place to get a blow job now and then, wouldn’t you say?

And this brings me to that time they antagonized a Philippine Daily Inquirer comics artist, Pol Medina, Jr., for simply telling the truth about all these all-girls and all-boys schools that abound our culture. I’m sure you all still remember, I mean shit is still fresh in my mind and I can attest to it. I have many, many friends who go to these schools and an accurate sample of them have toyed with homosexual behavior. And while we never caught any of the effete little boys sucking on the cocks of their more masculine schoolmates, all this proves is that being from a rich family teaches you to be discreet. And this is from a guy who came from an all-boys school whose batch hired a stripper to celebrate someones birthday. To boys who haven’t touched a girl for most of their teenage life, there are bound to be a few who wouldn’t refuse a blowjob from one of their classmates who looks like a girl.

Of course, I’m not saying that homosexuality is a freak of nature. Hell, I love lesbian porn and have once or twice fell in love with a lesbian because they’re so much more interesting than most women. What I have a problem with is in the Church insisting on trapping children in abnormal environments, stunting their emotional growth by refusing to socialize with the opposite sex in normal and safe environments.

Fuck the Church.

Yes, they know they are fucked: why’d you think they’ve organized this whole consecration to the immaculate Heart of Mary gimmick? And I wouldn’t be so surprised why Bobit touted it; the man’s in the heart of conservative Catholicism in the Philippines. His mother probably had him whipped like a Zebra for all the times she caught him trying to masturbate.

And now, with all those mother issues of his plaguing his waking dreams, he runs to another mother for some emotional comfort; the one God had sex with.

He fears, much like the Roman Catholic Church, the end of man’s monopoly on sexual satisfaction. Do I blame him for being such a little mole of a coward? No. He’s a product of his mother’s design. Nothing about him is original or truly his. What I do blame him for though is his being a traitor. I’ve already said this before but I think it begs reminding our readers due to how my style apparently lacks any sort of structure.

The man is a traitor, a failed language activist who purports to stand for Bisaya patriotism, a staunch defender of her language and of her culture. This is dangerous. Far be it for me to judge a fellow language activist, but just look at this shit:

Clearly, Bobit’s allegiance to his language will only ever play second fiddle to the Holy, decrepit, Roman Catholic Church. This man will stand by and watch his identity and culture disappear if the Catholic Church said so. He is a traitor because he is weak. He is a traitor because he is lukewarm. He is a traitor because if the priest told him to sing liturgical songs in Tagalog, he will sing them in Tagalog.

The man will eat tagalista shit in a cup if that cry-baby Tagle told him it was the key to heaven.

I mean just look at him, read his fucking praise of the Manila Rotary Club, a bunch of geriatric tagalistas who even the Masons wouldn’t have in their ranks for being too lame and uncool.

Truly, this man cannot be trusted and I will say this: he should be shunned by language activists everywhere lest he ultimately sacrifice us for the whore of Babylon, the Catholic Church and her pimp, the Manila Imperialists.

Fuck Bobit Avila.

Petite bourgeoisie

They have a name for people like me, petite bourgeoisie, as if I cared. Honestly, fuck them all, cos I’m just plain, too selfish to care. The thing about communism, be it radical or progressive, is that it’s just to obsolete to matter–its predicated on the liberation of human labor and human labor is obsolete.

Or at least, it should be.

I guess that’s why communism refuses to fade away here in the Philippines: slave labor is still an apparent reality. The oligarchs are to blame for that; they designed the constitution–they created the law that bear fruit to all other laws. Not to mention: each and every one of these fuckers helped fund the red movement, paid for Sison’s mansions, and now our history so needlessly bloody it’s ridiculous.

Blood spilled is ridiculous, silly, because it was all so stupid.

These fucking oligarchs induced our people to bleed in an attempt to escape poverty; ironically all this achieved was secure their poverty.

I used to think that ours was a self-fulfilling prophecy of poverty, a cycle of ditch digging for bread in order to dig more ditches, but no; ours was an induced disease. These fuckers infected us with poverty and continue to do so, every single day, with reinforcement by the media and our politicians.

Can we blame them? No. They do play fair. They are telling us to our faces every single day of the exact kind of shit they are doing to us and there is no greater impunity than this, not even the massacre of journalists could trump this shit.

I mean think about it, these fuckers built our schools, pay for our teachers, and our educational is among the most reasonable if not prolific and egalitarian (because there is nothing egalitarian about our educational system) and they teach us, tell us, to our faces, every single day, why we are poor, the history of our poverty, the means of our poverty, the results of our poverty, and the causes of our poverty. We are inundated with facts every single day and nothing is done about it. Niches were created to accommodate each and every single Tom, Dick, and Harry that leaves the worker drone factories; niches for the creatives, the rebellious, the politicos, the hacienderos, the sacadas, the middle management, the fast food sacadas, the call center sacadas, the small business entrepreneur sacadas etc. so that every single one of us has a place in the grand scheme of our poverty, a sophisticated mirage of hope and…People Power.

Fuck that shit and fuck the people.

I should know, I’m just as fucked as the rest of you.

We have no power.

Unless of course you abandon everything that you know, understand, and believe:

ABOUT POWER.

I am petite bourgeoisie. I am the enemy of every other demographic in this country: the communists designed the red movement to hate me, the oligarchs designed the economy to destroy me, and we pretty designed each other to compete with every-fucking-one else within a context that sees very little value in competence, lol.

Power is the refusal to submit. We are the enemy. We have no friends in our own country, not even among ourselves.

Solution pending…

PPCRV find no evidence of suspicious voting pattern

PPCRV find no evidence of suspicious voting pattern

The ethics of cheating is that none exist. Cheating is immoral, fraud is immoral, but the fact of the matter is:

Victory requires that you abandon idealism.

Each and every single day of our lives we are being cheated by  those who think they’re better than us simply because they believe they’ve dominated the system. They believe that we have been so utterly and totally conditioned by the system into pliant, predictable, and profitable sheep. Cheating exists because the system created a double standard between people who serve and people who are served. You are not allowed to steal from your fellow sacadas and from your haciendero, but the haciendero is allowed to steal from you and has the moral imperative to do so. A parallel has long emerged among the politicians as old blood and new money continue to intermarry and dominate our landscape. What everyone fails to comprehend, however, is that the system is ruthlessly fair:

If they can cheat you what’s stopping you from cheating them?

We are in a war for our futures, our survival, our well-being, the integrity of our place in this country and the world at large. The answer is simple, abandon your idealism. When you read these news stories on the internet, off the pages of clearly biased publishers, don’t take them as lamentation on just how depraved and hopeless our situation is.

The PCOS machine is an opportunity. It has forced our politicians to evolve or die. It has created a situation in which people with sophisticated training and knowledge survive while the uninitiated grasp for air. Abandon the masses, they are dead weight and you can survive without them. You cannot save them.

Instead, learn to be better than your betters. Abandon who you are now, abandon this person your parents, your religion, your education, hell, abandon everything you have ever known about yourself and what the world has designed and rethink your future. Evolve or die. The old are obsolete for a reason, and even monsters are doomed to death. Nothing lasts forever, nothing except your mind and what it is capable of.

When good men are disappointed, they turn into complete and total monsters. Aren’t we all disappointed already? Then why haven’t we all completely turned into total, ruthless, and driven monsters?

Be the monster.