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refuting joker

Luckily for Honasan, the evidence against him is not strong thereby facilitating the decision by court to grant him his right to post bail; unfortunately for Trillanes, not only is he being charged of an offense punishable by reclusion perpetua, the evidences against him are strong as he was shown and talked before the television on behalf of the Magdalo group during the foiled Oakwood mutiny.

The constitution provides that all people charged for the commission of a crime shall have the right to post bail; provided that they are not charged with an offense punishable by reclusion perpetua or a minimum of 20 years and 1 day to 40 years of imprisonment; provided further that should a person be charged with an offense punishable by reclusion perpetua, the evidences against him are not strong, as determined thereto by the court through a proper bail proceeding upon.

Joker Arroyo hinted that the law has a double standard as Honasan was allowed to post bail to campaign for the elections while Trillanes, who is being charged with the same offense as that of Honasan, is still being kept locked up in jail. I think that his arguments are wrong, as a capital offense can never fully determine the validity of the granting of bail to a defendant. Evidences of guilt should first be proven to be strong against the latter before he may be denied of his right to bail, otherwise his liberty should not be restrained by mere weak allegation of an offense with a capital punishment.

That is what delineated Honasan from Trillanes, the court has found the evidences against Honasan to be weak while the evidences against Trillanes are strong. Honasan is being charged as principal by inducement, which I think the prosecution has no direct evidence that will prove its case aside from the leaflets of Honasan that where distributed during the mutiny. I think what the prosecution has are circumstantial evidences, which require a bigger burden of proof, as compared to that direct evidences, to be appreciated by the court against Honasan. The same is not true in the case of Trillanes, who is being charged as principal by direct participation, as there are direct evidences linking him to be a direct participant of the mutiny: he was seen a couple of times in the television with his cadres during the entire period of the mutiny and he even served as the Magdalo’s spokesman. These are more than enough for the court to rule that the evidences against him are strong, thereby giving the court a justification to deny Trillanes’ petition for bail.

Whether they are guilty or not remains to be seen. What is clear today is that strength of the evidences against Honasan is weak, and we may see an acquittal unless the prosecution has aces up in its sleeves to convict Honasan. What seems to be the problem in this country? The culture of impunity is just too deeply rooted.

voting frenzy II

This is an updated shortlist of senatorial candidates I will vote on may 14:

Sonia Roco: see previous article

Migz Zubiri: see previous article

Manny Villar: he maintained the independence of the senate when he assumed the senate presidency. And I am still elated when I remember how he railroaded the transmittal of the articles of impeachment from the house of representatives to the senate last 2000. and finally, I think I cannot stomach a de castro presidency on 2010 so I might as well vote for the most qualified to run on 2010.

Jamalul Kiram: I am a Mindanaoan, though I did not grow there. My roots are still in Mindanao and, though the town where I came from is Christian town, I still know the Bangsa Moro’s plight. The Bangs Moro people need representation in the senate because though they are also Filipinos, they culture is relatively different from that our Christians. I subscribe to the classical theory on law that laws are based on the morality of law (see related article) and to effectively legislate for the Bangsa Moro people a Bangsa Moro representative should be elected in the senate.

Joker Arroyo: the job of a legislator is not confined only in making bills, a legislator should also know when to oppose a bill he and his constituents deem to be unbeneficial to the people. The senate should have someone who will provide an effective check and balance in the performance of they senators’ duties.

Zossimo Paredes: after observing closely the Ang Kapatiran party, I conclude that the party has effectively reconciled the politics of pragmatism with that of the ideal politics. I have reasons to believe that he runs his campaign based on issues and platforms and not on name recall.

Those who will join those who I will not vote:

Koko Pimentel: talk is cheap. I have reasons to believe that he has nothing but a bad mouth against team unity and offers no better alternative. I remember he once commented that team unity employs celebrity to win the elections when team unity substituted cesar montano for jerico petilla. Then why am I seeing him beside angel locsin on tv?!!!!!!

Allan Peter Cayetano: you are so talkative

Antonio Trillanes: as much I want him to be in the senate, I realized that as long as he is behind bars he can never, in any way, perform the functions of a senator. He must be present on the floor to vote for the approval of a bill, he must be on the floor to defend the bills he will author, he must be on the floor to provide a control in the senate. But he cannot because he is behind bars for charges of rebellion. And he cannot effectively ask the court to allow him to attend senate hearings if ever elected because the SC has established a jurisprudence, through the case of Jalosjos vs. Court of Appeals, that will deny such petition on the grounds of unconstitutionality for violating the equal protection of the laws clause of section 1 of article 3 of the 1987 constitution.

i can actually sue you you gaddam dirty slut! i can file a civil for damages and recision against you. what you have done was fraudalent. what you did was a misrepresentation and the contract that was perfected between you and your victims was fraudalent. you are lucky that your case lacked one element to hold you criminally liable for estafa! you goddam bitch! i can sue you for moral damages. look what you have done, someone has acquired a sleeping disorder! i can create the pleading myself today if only i have to permission to do so. i can file it tomorrow at manadulyong rtc and i can litigate it myself. that is how good i am. so i suggest that you make life a little better for your tenants or else i can make your life a little miserable!!!!!!!!!bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sa sulok nakakubli
Pilit ang pagpigil ng pagpagod
Ang dilim bumubulag
Ang pagtulo ng pawis sa labi
Kinukubli ang pagtangis
Walang tila ang alingawgnaw
Bukas doon ka
Ngayon dito
Ito ang nararapat
Ito ang natatangi
Halika
Pumunta ka doon
Dito
Doon
Parao’t parito
Pilit kinakapa
Hinahanap
Ang daan sa gitna ng baha
Hinahanap ang hangin sa paginit ng gabi
Hinahanap ang lakas sa gitna ng paghina
Hinahanap ka sa pagpigil ng mga hinanakit
Hinahanap ka
Nagiisa ako

broke

lets talk about money shall we?

money is something man earns merely to live and not to live for. scarcity of it should not be, in any case, a burden too much to spell unhappiness. well at least in the ideal scheme of things this will remain true.

a driver of the service i was riding on from a provincial sortie last 2004 said in reaction to my comment that money is not worthy of praising that it is easy for the young to say money is dispensable because those who can say it have a lot of it. he emphatically said: "pagdating ng araw at mamomroblema ka sa pera at hindi mo alam kung saan makakakuha iikot ang tumbong mo kakaisip na baka isanla mo pa ang kaluluwa mo magkapera lang."

i thought of the comment as cynical until i had experienced what he said myself.

Like I said, I have been broke since july of last year, the longest period thus far. Such reality never dawned on me until the inflow of resources has been cut. For more or less a month now I have been experiencing drought and I do not know where to find some money. The situation could have been tolerable had I not have a life to maintain.

When I ran out of money and the source has been cut temporarily pending this summer vacation I have realized that it is no sin to steal to survive. Show me a starving man stealing to eat and I will ask you to spare him of your damning prejudices.

I have ridden a bus without actually paying for it and I have stolen 50 pesos from my kid brother just to maintain the life I have known. I pity seeing myself walking towards the nearest mrt station instead of taking the public utility bus towards it just to save some for a decent drink. I pity seeing myself drop dead thirsty standing in front of a walk in refrigerator and scan the prices of the bottled drinks hoping that somehow something would cost 9 pesos or cheaper. I pity seeing myself walking out of that convenient store swallowing my saliva just to moisten my darn trachea. I pity myself.

I hate being broke. I am so tired of being broke. I am tired of going thirsty and hungry helplessly, I am tired of riding the city buses just to save cash, I am tired of thinking where to get the money to maintain the life I know, I am tired of disappointing my significant other just because I have nothing already to pay a jeepney fare!

I am tired of being broke, can somebody please hear me. I am tired of being broke, can somebody please understand. I do not need money, I need comfort… I need comfort!!!!!!!! Please stop me from feeling alone I am so god damn tired of being broke! I am so god damn tired of being broke and look back to see if someone could give me the comfort I also need and see no one! Please hear me god damn it! Please understand. I can be a source of strength to those who need it but this time I want mine to be close behind. But I see no one

salvation

By Conrado de Quiros, PDI's There's the Rub 4/5/07

MANILA, Philippines -- SONIA Roco has a story for these holiest of days. She was one of the survivors of the killer earthquake that struck Baguio in July 1990. She was at the Nevada Hotel attending an NGO conference sponsored by USAID. She tells her ordeal thus:

“We were having merienda. I wanted some tea and started off to the end of the long table where it was. Suddenly things began to rock violently. I was a little shaken, but told myself this was normal. This was Baguio. My first instinct was to retrieve my bag which I had left in my chair. Then the chandelier fell. I felt myself hurled down by a terrible force. While hurtling to the floor, I caught sight of something. It just took a second or two, but everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. I saw two legs jutting out from what seemed like solid rock. It was almost comical because the legs were flapping.

“It was the last thing I saw that day. The next instant, it was dark. Completely, absolutely, utterly dark.

“Then shouting, shrill screams. Things were thudding around us. I could see nothing, not even fuzzy outlines. I closed my eyes and opened them. Same thing. I began touching things furiously, like a blind person.

“I made a mental picture of the room. The table had fallen on its side, its legs sticking out. I was lying inside it. There was a guy behind my head. His breath came in spasms, and then he groaned. I felt his slippers push into my head and then his feet went limp. He stopped moving.

“I was lying on my back. I stretched my legs upward to see how far they would go. I touched solid matter with them still bent.

“I began shouting, ‘Peach! Peach!’ (Peachie Roco, married to Raul’s brother Cho.) I heard a voice shouting back not far from me, ‘Son! Son!’ People were screaming and groaning, some in pain, most in fear.

“I asked Peachie if she was OK. She said she was hunched over a table and her feet were wedged into something. She couldn’t move. I had no idea how that looked. But I knew she was in pain.

“Then it struck me: I’m going to die.

“The tremors did not stop. They kept coming from all sides, up and down, side to side. You could feel every ripple and half-expected everything to just fall down. Each time it happened, I clung to the legs of the table.

“I began praying: ‘Lord, my life is in your hands. You created me, You can take me back any time you want to.’

“The next moment, I became very practical. I started an inventory of things still just by touch. Paper, vase, an electric fan that had toppled over. I said to the girl beside me, ‘Mia, let’s pee into this vase, maybe the rescue will take time. We might end up peeing all over the place. She said yes.

“We all knew the time because someone had a penlight and would flash it on his watch now and then and call out the time. At about 4 o’clock in the morning, I heard Peachie groaning. She whispered, ‘Son, I can’t take it anymore. My legs are numb. I’m so tired.’ Those were her last words.

“The hours crawled by. Slowly, I resigned myself to my fate. I began muttering: ‘Mother Nature, this is our fault, we have abused you for so long. (I had been to Baguio many times and seen the mines there.) You have a right to be angry. For years, we stabbed you in the womb. Now, we know what it feels to be inside it, to see the damage we have done.’ I didn’t know if it made any sense. I didn’t care.

“Intermittently, things would shake violently and then stop. It had been a day and half since the earthquake struck and I hadn’t slept all that time. I was getting thirsty and hungry. The muscles on my face were twitching and my lips were dry. It was getting very hard to swallow. And the room now stank of urine and feces.

“I felt very, very tired. I surrendered myself to my Creator. I didn’t know if it was just fatigue, but I began to feel peace. I felt myself floating. I didn’t know whether I was asleep or awake. It was in that state that I heard the clicking sounds.

“It started faintly. I thought I was imagining it. Or dreaming it. But it got louder and became clearer. It was the sound of metal hitting concrete. It was coming from below us. They had gotten to us! They were hammering underneath us!

“We realized it almost at the same time. We chorused, ‘We’re here! We’re alive! We’re alive!’

“Unbelievably, the first hole they bore was nearest me, at my foot. As soon as the hole was big enough, someone shouted, ‘Who’s there? Who can hear us?’ I shouted back, ‘Sonia! Sonia Roco!’

“I had no idea how I looked. They would tell me later that I looked like I had just come from a war. The stench behind me, where I had come from, was overpowering. They were all wearing masks over their mouths, but I noticed that only at back of my mind. I was sobbing and sniffing and trembling.

“I heard Raul’s voice before I saw him. I turned on him resentfully and said, ‘Why just now? Why did you take so long?’

“Raul said apologetically, ‘May kahirapan (It was a little hard).’ It was the understatement of his life.

“‘Salvation’ is a word you hear all the time. I heard it a lot when I was studying catechism. And I said it a lot when I was teaching catechism. But like the words of a prayer, I had never really stopped to wonder what it meant.

“Looking back, I never knew the people who came to pluck me out of the darkness. None of them had to do it. Most of them had families, too. But they took the risk—the structure was fragile. It could have collapsed and buried them along with us. Probably more lethally because they were under us. But they did what they did, and because of that, I am still alive.

“It’s enough to restore your faith in God and people. It’s enough to give you a deep sense of mission in life. It’s enough to make you see the beauty and wonder of life.

“That is salvation.”