WARNING: Mature readers only. This is NOT a joke. This issue continues to affect me on a very deep level.
So there it is, it seems that the presidential debate is over (as covered here by Charles Englund) and people are now gearing up to celebrate the anniversary of the EDSA Revolution, the so-called bloodless revolution that allegedly freed us from the tyranny of Ferdinand Marcos. However, as cited by many of my fellow writers here on GRP like Ms. Ilda and Mike Portes, what changes have come are mostly negative and whatever positive results there are are all too often hoarded by the existing oligarchs that continue to oppress the Filipino people. At the end of the day, I find myself asking: “Are truly free as a people?”
Indeed, the more I look around, the more I see that we are most certainly not a free people. We are less the independent democracy that we insist we are and are essentially a feudal oligarchy with a dash of theocracy, what with the Catholic Church looking over our shoulder and expunging just about anything they find offensive from the local media such as the Theory of Evolution and foreign celebrities like Madonna. At the end of the day, the relationship between politicians and the common people are less like that of valued citizenry who choose their own leaders and more like that of starving slaves eager to please their often indifferent and sometimes cruel masters.
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Now, people say that there is still hope for the Filipino people. That somehow, even with all these troubles, there may yet be hope for the Philippines if the right leaders are put in power and/or if the people start changing their negative cultural attitudes. Sadly, I for one am not very optimistic. Sure, again, you may call me a bitter old coot. Go on, I won’t deny it and you have every right to accuse me of being a cynical pessimist.
Also, some of my readers have also began asking about my real identity and my goal in writing for GRP. Well then, let me tell you that I never really planned on becoming one of the most prolific writers here on Get Real. Indeed, I thought to myself that I would more ore less treat it as a hobby and only write from time to time. Unfortunately, one day, my boss and I stumbled into something horrible and prompted me to take my blogging here a little more seriously.
It all started with a girl named “Daisy”…
In just about every culture, you hear about things like people believing that “children are the future”. Indeed, Whitney Houston even sang a song about that, didn’t she? Here in the Philippines, we claim to be a child-friendly country and the esteemed Jose Rizal, our national hero, even says that our children are our nation’s hope.
Yeah, well, tell that to Daisy.
Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to be a little careful with this one because this is not for the faint of heart. No, this isn’t something we can laugh about and no, what I’m about to tell you isn’t fit to be read or heard by children. You have been warned, this has made both me and my boss sick for the better part of a year and there isn’t a time I wish I’d have forgotten the whole thing. However, since my boss specializes in helping “damaged” children overcome their traumas, this became a point of interest for her and, being her assistant at the time, me as well. Unfortunately, we both came to deeply regret finding out more about the issue.
Anyway, for those not in the know, back in 2015, a horrible man named Peter Scully was arrested in the Philippines. A brutal child molester, Peter Scully was well-known for committing various terrible acts against children and posted them as snuff films on the Deep Web. He had fled to the Philippines when Australian authorities caught on to his sick and disgusting activities.
While in the Philippines, he groomed a few young girls to become his accomplices including one that went on to become his girlfriend. Together, they committed monstrous acts against very young children including one little girl named “Daisy”. They subjected her to brutal torture, the details of which I cannot bring myself to remember let alone describe, before ending her life in the most gruesome and agonizing way possible.
What’s sad is that Daisy is not the only girl who’s been a victim of child abuse in our country not will she be the last.
It brings a tear to my eye that while there are people who scream “bloody murder” when celebrities like Vhong Navarro get beaten, there was hardly any reaction to the terrible fate that poor “Daisy” suffered. Sure, getting beat up sucks, been there, done that and Mr. Navarro certainly deserves justice for what happened to him. However, I need to ask, what about abused children like “Daisy” whose cases are largely ignored in our society. Why does it not outrage the common Filipino when our children, the so-called “hope” of our nation, are abused and killed in such terrible and dehumanizing ways?
Worse yet, at the very least, Peter Scully, the mastermind of this satanic incident was arrested and imprisoned, but what about all the other children in our country who have been raped, brutalized and slaughtered like animals? What about the little girl who’s body was simply thrown into a sewer for authorities to find and whose killers remain at large? Why is there no effort to better protect our children from sexual predators? Why are there no movements like “Pray for girls like Daisy” like they did for Vhong Navarro?
The Catholic Church and Manny Pacquiao can say anything and everything they want about God favoring the Philippines but Daisy and what happened to her has led me to believe that our country may very well be the perfect hiding place for demons…
I HAVE RETURNED TO LAY WASTE TO OUR ENEMIES!