Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poverty kills.

When you cease to eat, you eventually die of hunger. Think Somalia or Mozambique and the famished children of Eve. People who live below subsistence level cannot afford to eat a decent meal, much more do it three times a day. In countries like the Philippines where you can afford to commit crimes in the name of survivale, people risk it.

Quite certain they're running out of chances - and hope - some troop to Wowowee grounds to get into the impenetrable line for a chance at a million bucks. Unluckily, some die of a raging stampede.

Eradicating - or quite humbly, alleviating - interminable poverty is the slogan of almost all politicos, some of them even vowing to make your aspirations come true. Because our nation is poor, they want us to plant them in the Senate or whatever damned seat they want to be planted on. But really, they know nothing of what they're talking about. How can they when they're ensconced comfortably in their thrones wallowing in their privileges.

I've witnessed how this ailing situation of a nation ruins the Filipino family itself. It usually starts with blame-pointing, then namecalling - cursing and exhorting every evil name derivative there is in the dark recesses of hell. Then sometimes sharp objects are animated, come to life in the hands of the possessed. Next? You could just think of the unimaginable.

4 comments:

insulare said...

to heck with the traditional politicians and the ignoy citizens.

isko b. doo said...

it's easy to eliminate poverty.. just eliminate the poor. without the poor, there's no poverty. Simple.

jayclops said...

Ayaw pud Pablo. Apil baya ko sa poor ha, honestly, luoy pud ko ug akong pamilya. hehehe. bitaw...

isko b. doo said...

hahahah. ayaw ako kasabi. kasabi si arroyo kay mao na ilang gipangbuhat karon.. reduce the poverty threshold and manipulate the employment rate. So more jobs and less poverty. Simple.

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