Eat my shorts. To all those bleeding-heart emos who keep posting memes on Facebook about “remembering Martial Law” and Tweeting these quaint quotes of indignation over the lack of “justice” for the “victims” of (former) President Ferdinand Marcos’s Martial Law atrocities (or, more appropriately, allegations of these “crimes”), manigas kayo.
Lumang tugtugin na yan. All that talk is starting to sound like the tinny tunes emitted by an old scratched up vinyl record. It’s fit for the analog age and sounds so yesterday in today’s digital media. What these people who cry bloody murder and issue their trendy calls for “justice” keep harping about alleged crimes committed half a century ago don’t realize is that they are merely highlighting yet another quintessentially colossal Filipino FAIL.
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Filipinos have failed to make their justice system work for them.
I mean, come on. Forty plus years? Seriously? And not a single conviction??
Let me ask you all a hypothetical question. If, say, you have a dream of becoming a hot shot litigation attorney who earns mega-bucks someday, how would you go about achieving that dream? More specifically, on the morning of the first day of resolving to make good on that ambition what would you do? Would you jump out of bed, walk up in your pyjamas to the doorstep of a law firm with a placard in hand demanding that you are entitled to a job as a lawyer there?
I’d like to think that the sensible first step would be to go to the admissions office of a top lawyer school and fill out a form.
So here’s the deal. The right way to go about things is not a very trendy or selfie-worthy activity, right? (Although I do know of some bozos who do take selfies of themselves filling out the UPCAT form…). Thing is, the things really worth going for require long-term commitment and those who succeed at getting what they want do so by keeping their eyes on the ball over the long haul.
The trouble I see with anti-Marcos fads is that they come and go. They make headlines when the topic is “trending” (specifically, whenever there is someone that the powers-that-be desperately need to demonize) and are relegated to the basement of media fodder whenever other more entertaining topics compete with it for bandwidth.
But that’s no excuse, see. You stick to the task whether or not you get pats on the back or attract media mileage. Apparently, commitment, drive, and focus are not one of the strongest traits of the Philippines’ A.D.D. society. It’s pathetic. But there it is. It actually looks even more pathetic when these bursts of Martial Law “activism” erupt every now and then.
When I was a child, I once saw my little sister playing with a stuffed toy that had been buried under my sock drawer for a couple of years that I had long forgotten about. I yanked it off her and screamed “Hey this is MINE!” Unfortunately for me, my mother was within earshot and, suffice to say, I got a really bad chewing out from her. Worse, she yanked the toy out of my hands and gave it back to my little sister. Finders keepers, she told me.
Well, that’s just tough, isn’t it? Martial Law crybabies, dropped the ball a loooong long time ago. Trouble is, somebody in the team did not grab the loose ball and go for the three-point-shot. In our case, the ball bounced up to the neighborhood toughie who happened to be walking by who then caught it and, just for the laughs, tossed it over the fence into the vacant lot where the big rabid askal lives.
Sorry na lang kayo. Just move on and reflect on the time you WASTED being such ineffectual emos. The world is served on a silver platter to the stoic folks who think rather than wail in epic 40-year tantrums. Just-tiis na lang kayo!
Frustrated artist doing geek for a living.