Meandering Shawarma

We are all nomads, bedouins and gypsies --- always on our feet in quest for glory, fortune, love, happiness and fulfillment. I am Filipino yet the best part of my life has been spent in the vast deserts of the Middle East. My culture clashed with a lot of things. Sometimes, I see a different person in the mirror. I am a shawarma. I am a meandering shawarma. My quest is to be home soon. How soon? Only this blog will eventually tell.

Friday, December 30, 2005

Rizal Day

Today is Rizal Day.

More than a hundred years ago today, the Philippine national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal, was martyred by musketry by a witch-hunting regime manipulated by the clerico-fascist leadership of the frailes.

What saddens me, however, is that aside the customary wreath-laying and flag-raising ceremonies, we Filipinos do not seem to understand the significance of Rizal's death and martyrdom.

In fact, it was on a similar occassion some years ago that Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo tricked the country by claiming she will no longer seek election so that she can concentrate on implementing sweeping reforms beneficial to our country and our people without worrying about political backlash. It turned out to be the first in the unending lies of the feisty little woman in MalacaƱang.

Is she the Maria Clara or the "kababaihan ng Malolos" of Rizal?

Today's commemoration of the martyrdom of Rizal is shrouded by the tales and horrors of a cheating, lying, stealing regime. They are not any different from the colonial power that murdered Rizal. This time, it is a fellow Filipino for whom Rizal died who is murdering the Filipino nation.

Quo vadis, Rizal?

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