I am not sure if that word porky is appropriate here but this is just to show you how tiring it is to see and read news on the pork barrel every day. All of a sudden, I am tired of seeing Napoles’ face everywhere on the net, I am tired of reading her daughter’s blog freely flaunting her signature shoes, bags, and everything else she wears from head to foot, an ostentatious display of wealth while majority of the Filipino people are living below the poverty line. I am tired of those shameless politicians denying that they didn’t get anything from their share of the “drums” and “barrels” of people’s money and those who entered politics just because they want to get their share too. One senator even said that it is not their responsibility where their pork barrel goes, if I may say, what an irresponsible and irrelevant statement coming from someone who was supposed to be intelligent enough to understand that it is not their money but hard-earned by Juan dela Cruz. As they say in Tagalog, dugo’t pawis ang puhunan. Or are they swimming in the quagmire of their deceit, lies and more lies? Do they still have conscience ? Don’t they possess any shame? Where did the P10B go, in the pockets of a few?
Today, finally, Pres. Aquino issued a statement on the abolition of PDAF (Priority Development Assistance Fund). Some senators have filed resolutions too (or at least around 15 of them) believe that it should be abolished. I hope it is not just mere lip service since the Filipino people are getting angry and we have the right to be. Let justice prevail and punish those who are guilty of this sabotage. Corona’s impeachment is nothing compared to this.
I am just tired of it all.
So I’ll spend a little of my time getting acquainted with new authors and new books. Sometimes, you’ll get a nice surprise. I have just watched the trailer of the movie adaptation of The Book Thief, one of the best books I encountered a few years ago. (A favorite read, obviously but I don’t have my copy yet). Just can’t wait. And here’s something from Roger Housden which might inspire you too.
When I write I fall by the wayside and pick myself up and stumble and bumble along the line hoping that any moment, this moment, I’ll find my way home and there is a moment and then another moment when I almost catch the inexpressible by the tail and it slips away again just out of reach but I’m on the scent now and I can see the letters almost forming into words and the words into sentences but then I see a cup of tea floating between me and the screen and my body is already half out of the chair when I remember again what I’m sitting here in search of and I fall in, I fall in and the words come bubbling up from below onto the line and I can’t stop now nothing can stop what wants to take shape and all this despite myself.