Culture

Filipinos are a hopelessly irresponsible lot.  After multiplying themselves like rabbits, they live their lives with wreckless abandon, scattering refuse all around the way, only to clog the drainage systems and rivers.  When the floods come, they demand to be lodged in Grade A evacuation centers, and be given royal treatment.  And all they do is curse the government, shouting, ‘Hoy, kailangan naming ng pagkain!’

The hopeless romantic churchgoer quickly grabs her handkerchief to dry a shed crocodile tear and says in her heart, 'They are God's children! How pitiful!'  The hypocritical parish priest, sporting the best imported clothes and sportswear, grabs a bottle of cheap cough syrup and gives it to a shameless twenty-two year old mother saying to himself, 'God will surely reward me for this!'  

The said mother, on the other hand, sees the opportunity to put on an obviously artificial teary-eyed look.  

Not far–off, a self-righteous, bigoted bald guy goes around saying the floods are a sign of God’s wrath, 

as if he has been rubbing elbows with the Omnipotent. 

Heck we are all part of this rotten culture that lives on fatalism, neglect, exploitation, hypocrisy and superstition. What do you do with a people with a rotten culture to begin with?

According a sociologist, the only way to end such a culture is to kill it.  As to how it should be done is up for grabs. As for me, my opinion to solve the problem remains a secret, lest my big brother finds out and excommunicates me, or worse, condemns me to die at the stakes.