Monday, April 30, 2007

generation of hunger

This generation will die of hunger. TB, lung cancer or heart-related diseases only claim the lives of people in the urban areas because we have been inhaling the same poisons over and over again, but the entire Philippine populace is dying of hunger and children succumbed to malnutrition, which eventually results to death anyway.

I’m no fucking socio-economic analyst but these cavorting pigs with Ph. Ds in Economics frolicking in their high-priced seats and titles should really stop talking about poverty, employment and improving the lives of people when all they could really think of are short-term crap like the fucking feeding program. They don’t know a shit about being hungry because they have been practically pigs all their lives.

Oh, I know what hunger means. And I know a good deal of people who are practically starving. But then what point am I really making? Nada. This is a vicious cycle and no argument is really worth the saliva. So I’m going to migrate to Japan or Canada to work as a factory worker. Screw my degree and screw my fuckin’ honors. I’ll work hard for my naturalization so this goddamn government won’t be able to siphon my hard-earned cash and make it an excuse for a GDP increase.

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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f—k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f—king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

Renton, Trainspotting