Who’s watching us?

You know that fat ugly bastard who secretly rubs his dick against women’s asses in crowded places? That brown-nosing motherfucker who proudly high fives the boss after successfully finishing the dirty (read: illegal) work for him? That same retard who thinks no one’s looking every time he slips money (from the cashier) into his pocket, then re-tallies (and makes magic with) the computation so he won’t get caught? I bet you know him, right?

He’s the human embodiment of the  Philippine government/political system, goddamnit, so yes, you know him.

So if you see a politico-slash-convicted child rapist freely roaming the streets and socializing with young girls, don’t be shocked. You’re in the Philippines, goddamnit. This is our definition of the phrase “the land of the free.”

And the whole “Nicole” recanting issue? Well, yes, the knee-jerk reaction was to hate her guts and to call her a cheap whore whose price tag is at  P100,000 (and a visa to the US, of all the goddamn places), but then, imagine not being able to move on after the rape because of all the pressures hounding her through the years? What would you feel if the system is on the side of your rapist, albeit the conviction? That’s like having five stinky white cocks being forcefully jammed down your throat.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on that whole Legacy issue.
Welcome to the Philippines, goddamnit. It can trigger a Rorschach madness. It can give the Comedian a good laugh. It’s a fucking big joke, and we don’t deserve a fucking redemption. We deserve a fucking Watchmen-like apocalypse. *knocks on wood*

Now back to regular (apolitical) programming.