SHAKING THE HANDS OF THE CHEATER

All is forgiven, we say, as we shake hands of the cheater. But the facts of the case are still there and stare us in the face. We should always do right under any circumstances. It is not a hard thing to do.
Yes, there is a postscript in the FB photos showing the blogger and the former president of an Ilokano writers' organization in a sort of reconcile mode.It has something to do with an anomalous election for the presidency of the organization. It has been years since, but things are better left unsaid. He and his supporters knew what they did.

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Give due respect to the present by giving every moment of it your whole attention, doing things as if there is no tomorrow. This may be connected to what Albert Camus said, to wit: "Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present."

Remember Gloria in Excelsis Deo

The drama was there in all its lying beauty, of men and women who spoke for the little woman. What issued from their mouths were lies, lies, simply lies. And you switched channels every time they did their refrain or shut off the TV. Yet there was a corner of the mind that said: defending her was their bread and butter, Yes, like you, they have a job to do.

Dirt was all around. Corruption at the highest levels. We looked, shaking our heads. at her demeanor in front of the people or on television, citing statistics of economic progress. But then why was poverty, as now, all around?

More brown gods fled and were fleeing with their bounty. Jocjoc and his cohorts, the pork eaters, the ZTE broad band bribe takers and a host of other denizens that fed on the people's money.

God was watching? He has always been watching? Yes, the God of small things and the big things, in his white robes. was on his throne looking down?

The eyes of the Almighty are alert, sharp and wide open. He will make judgment: the tablet of decision, harsh, irreversible, will come down from the mountain.

But the highest court of the land let her go, that bitch.

FOUR PLACES (A Cordillera Diary)

     In the late 1980s, the blogger was assigned in Baguio as head of government information in the Cordillera covering the so-called City of the Pines, and the provinces of Benguet and Mt. Province. We had an office at one section of the Baguio City Library at Burnham Park. From here, we planned information programs in cooperation with media and other regional government offices and the military. Our target were the so-called economically-depressed areas, where we would be bringing services--medical and dental and information that includes verbal and written communication (books, posters, pamphlets.) Sometimes we went home late in the night or we spent the night in the mountains with our military escorts. (To be continued)