I was about to make a blog about myself being a hypochondriac. But then again I should also include a topic about me, being a klutz. Tripping, falling down the stairs, skidding and sliding or whatever that inflicts physical and 'ego pain' is something I've been dealing with all my life. My family knows it. Mitch knows it. My friends know it. Hey, the whole world witnesses it apparently.
The nature has always been successful in selecting every perfect moment to generate a spontaneous freak show, usually in public resulting to bruises, cuts, tainted reputation and a damaged shoe. But life still moves on.
Just like the senate hearing as it moves on. I haven't had the time to watch late late news at night so I'm watching you tube instead. The government has put itself, again, in such a muddle that requires lots of air time. If the government isn't bruised yet, I don't know what is. I must admit that Jun Lozada, the star witness in this neverending ZTE NBN broadband deal, is courageous enough to be scrutinized, criticized and pressured by the oh-so-powerful Senators, on national TV. Comparing it to my public freak show, I would say his is incomparable.
People view him as a hero already, while some on the other side of the fence, wants him killed. He cannot sleep in senators' offices forever, you know. Every single opportunity he was questioned, he did not fail to imply that he just wanted to get this matter over with, since he was after all just an IT consultant, who found himself muddled into witnessing, probably one of the most controversial procurement/corruption system of GMA governent.
He says to the media that "he just wants his normal life back". Move on, he will, he must. But to get his life back on normal track, normal which means invisible for the glaring media and assassins. Normal that the idea of someone lurking around the bushes has prepared itself to kill you. Unfortunately it wouldn't be normal for him, unless he reaches a defenseless 80 years old when there are new wave of corrupt officials in the government. Wishing for everything to go back to the little miasma that they came, is like wishing for one to have the power to fly.
Yes, eventually he might go out malling with his family one day, but granted that he must be spied and ushered by his countless bodyguards. He might even jog in his village, with a life vest and a GPRS tracking device in his foot, just in case he gets shot or kidnapped. He might be living normally with all the weight of people's expectation, speculations and assumptions about his profession, personality, sexuality and principles. It's a shame of what's happening to the government. (Sigh not out of shock but of frustration)
We know we have witnessed enough. And we always resulted to quick ways, always doing the bandage solution, and if it wears off, there's always quick option to change it again. People are tired and I'm one of them.
A friend of mine, Rosella, who is a true nationalist and socialist, texted me if we could join the rally here in Ayala on Friday. I said, yes sure, rally for the people and a slap to the government. If it's enough to make PGMA shiver and shake, then I'm good for it, but I'm really not sure if forcing her to resign is the best solution, granted that she only has 1 term to finish. Sometimes, we should think of the practical side of things. Sometimes being practical is needed to be come a nationalist.
I may not be an activist or a hardcore analyst. You cannot maybe sum me up to be an idealist or a realist, but I know I want a good, transparent and worthy government serving for worthy causes of its people. It's hard and it's complicated, but personality and hidden agendas aside, we definitely could make it work. And I hope that we survive a year without any rallies of some sort, and carry on life as it should be. Bruised, humiliated and pained in the public eye, but dust it off and move on, hoping that that incident will make us more careful, more vigilant and wiser. And that goes to me too.
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