From a Disappointed Citizen

I have been resting for a while and totally missed my blog. Pissed off by Senator Tito Sotto's claim of this and that. Irritated by lies when in fact we know the truth.

Sen. Sotto on DZMM: There was no plagiarism. There was no intention. And I have no intentions of claiming anything.

With these said, I stopped defending Senator Tito Sotto to my co-bloggers. Having issues like his son died because of some "whatchamacallit pills" that existed 3 years after his wife gave birth, his quotes from a blogger who in fact is if you read her background, she's a supporter of what we call RH bill nowadays and his denial to his speeches being "copy-cats"... Totally, sad to say but sorry, I lose respect. 

All the while I though our dear senator will give it a second thought. I thought he maybe clouded by his emotions and end up being humble by admitting one's mistake and straighten things up. I thought wrong.  

When Sotto says population growth is also needed for economic development, I'm not sure if he's talking about population as a business or human welfare.
Sometimes dear senator, what we want is not what we see on TV. There are instances, like your speeches, that needs research. Thorough research. The people you are leading are not stupid. The people under these government are people with brains, with choices..

Now, New York Times didn't even miss to feature our dear Senator entitled A Plagiarist’s Rant Against Birth Control. Locally, same author wrote Walang Sugat, da sequel! Starring Tito Sotto.

I guess I'm loving Miguel Syjuco with these articles.

Well, guess I'm glad I didn't come from Iskul Bukol. 

Isang open letter para kay Sen. Sotto

(*this letter is blogged with Ms. Risa Hontiveros' permission*)


Dear Sen. Sotto,

Bilang magulang, naiintindihan ko na mahirap mawalan ng isang anak. As you said in your speech, every child is a gift of life, and I agree, Sen. Sotto. That's precisely why I know that losing a child must have been very difficult for you and your family.

You'd probably be surprised to learn that it is precisely that value -that deep respect for life - that motivates us, RH advocates, in being persistent in pushing for this bill, even though we face fierce resistance from men like you. Ang panganganak ng RH bill na yata angpinakamahirap at pinakamahaba na paglalabor, Sen. Sotto; pero magpapapatuloy kami. Alam namin na konting ire na lang at mailuluwaldin namin ng matagumpay ang isang programa at policy na kailangan ng mga nanay.

In your speech, you attributed the push for the RH bill to foreign corporate interests. You couldn't be more wrong. The bill may be informed by evidence we gathered from all over the world, but the RHbill is 100% Filipino. All you have to do to realize this, Sen. Sotto,is to fulfill your duty as a representative of Filipinos, an overwhelming majority of which supports the bill. Even the majority of Catholic Filipinos, the faith of whom has been wrongly used to justify opposition to the bill, are in favor of the Bill's passage. Ang tunay na backers ng RH bill ay ang mamamayang Pilipino.

Sinabi mo rin na health hazard ang mga contraceptives. Mawalang galang na, Sen. Sotto, pero hindi na po 1970s ngayon. We are now in possession of a vast array of evidence on both natural and artificial family planning methods. We know that condoms are effective as a contraceptive and as a tool to stop the spread of HIV between sexual partners. We know what pills do - they're not abortifacients as you allege, and yes, they have side-effects - just like aspirin - and that's precisely why programs are needed to ensure that users have the correct information about them.

Pinagpilitan nyo din ang inyong pananaw tungkol sa kung kelan nagsisimula ang buhay. Baka magandang magsimula tayo sa ebidensya. I think it is beyond reason to assert that each ovum, each sperm has life, and while I respect traditional views on this, this is mythical, and more than anything else, it defies common sense. On whether life begins at fertilization or implantation, again, your views are sectarian, thus it will always be debatable, a subject of conversation we should continue to engage in. Pero hindi yata tama na hanggang debate na lang habang may mga namamatay. Right now, can we agree to protect the lives and dignity of the living - the Filipino mothers, whose lives are in danger because of the lack of maternal health programs; our babies and our children, whose health needs must be provided by the state; and our youth, whose lack of awareness on sexual health issues makes them at risk to various sexual health andreproductive health concerns?

Sen. Sotto, please take time to understand what this issue is about. As a legislator, you have to step back from this climate of misunderstanding that has shrouded the issue of RH, and realize what this is all about: the public health needs of Filipinos. As a father, as a Catholic, please find in your heart compassion and empathy -hundreds of Filipino parents like you lose their loved ones, too, precisely because our political leaders refuse to approve the RH bill.

Sincerely,

Risa Hontiveros

Senator Tito Sotto, Parental Grief and The RH Bill

Reblogged from Stories by Kate:

For some strange reason it is a scene straight out of a movie and one that I remember quite well.

The year is 1975, my mother and I had gone to visit her friend who has just given birth at the Makati Medical Center. I am ten years old any my inquisitive nature has me heading for the hospital nursery. I push the steel doors and peep through the glass that houses the large nursery. I smile and look at all the pretty and good-looking babies, wrapped in pink and blue, sleeping soundly all in a row. The long white hallway where I stand is dimly-lit when my gaze falls on a solitary figure at the far end of the hallway.

I immediately recognize her for she is my mother’s friend and we live on the same street. I want to approach her but I take a step back because I see that she is so sad.

I peep into the glass and watch how she longingly looks at her tiny baby inside the incubator, her hand occasionaly touching the glass that separates her from her child. I stand there quietly, and watch her respectfully from a distance.

It is 1975 and the mother by the incubator is Helen Gamboa watching over her baby boy, Vincent Sotto. The scene remained clearly etched in my mind for many years. I remember feeling so bad for her. It was a scene, I would recall again 25 years later, in 1998, as I watched over my 4-year old son, lying in a coma, uncertain as to whether we would ever be able to bring him home again.

Grief can do strange things to you. I will choose to believe this as I read the remarks made by Senator Tito Sotto at the Senate this afternoon. Not coincidentally, August 13, 2012 marks Vincent Sotto’s 37th death anniversary. Any parent who has lost a child will tell you that the day of their child’s passing, no matter how long it has been, is always a day that carries with it the weight of sadness that no words will ever be able to express.

Senator Sotto claims that he is convinced that it was the contraceptives that his wife used that lead to their son’s weak heart condition. I have no idea where the senator got this idea, or whether any of his doctors back in 1975 had ever said anything to him for him to believe that there was some correlation between Vincent’s weak heart and the use of contraceptives. Perhaps his doctor did, as way of giving a grieving father an explanation for his son’s death. There were many things we did not know back in 1975 and we really have no way of verifying whether the doctor did say something to that effect that has lead the senator to believe all these years that Vincent’s passing was in a way, indirectly caused by his parents.

The loss of a child is an event that goes against the natural course of events because after all, parents normally go ahead of their children. I will not dignify the remarks or comments of people who think the senator’s tears were not real. I believe they were. You have to have lost a child to understand the depth of losing one. Today, being his son’s 37th death anniversary was significant to him, a day that once again brought back so many sad and painful memories.

Thus, for the sake of argument, I will assume that the senator does believe in his heart, perhaps due to misinformation given to him in 1975, that he indirectly caused his son’s death.

Parental guilt comes in many forms, every parent who has lost a child knows that so well. You have many “what if’s” and “if only’s” that you carry with you for many years, sometimes even decades. When the loss remains unprocessed and not discussed, the guilt stays with you, and like an unwanted visitor, it comes to live in your heart and mind, every now and then. Thirty-seven years is a lifetime, but the parent who has lost a child never forgets.

Perhaps going against the RH Bill is the senator’s way of purging his guilt over Vincent’s passing, maybe this is the reason why he is very much against it. I want to believe that it was his grief talking today when he said that contraceptives were the reason for his son’s congenital heart defect which eventually lead to his death. After all, what parent in his right mind would use their child’s death to further a cause or an agenda?

To say that I was blown away by this reasoning is an understatement. My initial reaction, like that of everyone else was “Where in heaven’s name did he get his facts!?” Studies have not proven this, and to make such a sweeping statement is highly irresponsible and quite insensitive to all of us who have lost children due to congenital heart disease (CHD). My own son died because of CHD and it had nothing to do with contraception, of that I am sure.

Guilt and regret are two very difficult things to live with. They come and visit you in moments when you are most vulnerable. Perhaps the senator needs to work on those issues separately and in private, not on the senate floor, where his grief overcomes him and he is unable to think straight.

Thich Nacht Hahn wrote “The best that we can do for those who have died is to live in such a way that they continue, beautifully, in us.” I think the senator needs to resolve his guilt over his son’s death and in the process perhaps, find a better appreciation and understanding for the Bill that he is so rabidly against. Being a bereaved parent himself, he may find a renewed compassion for all the women and children who stand to benefit from being given a better chance at life. In so doing, he not only honors Vincent’s memory, but perhaps, after a long journey, he may finally find an even deeper meaning to his loss, one that in his own words, has eluded him all these years.

The Sad Truth

It was August 5, 2012. I agreed to meet some of my high school friends over Gateway Cubao. Though the weather is not that good, I still, was able to go. For one, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Second, I might as well get away once in a while from the usual routine I have everyday. And thirdly, at least the people I'll be around this time were my friends for a long time.

I was late for about an hour. (same as last year hehehe). Anyway, I saw Lorna and Apple chatting while patiently waiting for others to come. All the while, with our calculation, there should be at least 6 or 7 of us however, others decline the last minute maybe due to the weather or some personal reasons. JP came latter despite the flood building in front of his boarding house.

We had late lunch. Or early dinner. Or whatever you call a meal eaten between 3:40 in the afternoon that lasted until 10 in the evening.

We chatted greeting each other and asking how our other colleagues has been after a long time. We had news for others, unfortunately none for some.

One of our saddest topic was the status of education we witnessed. JP, one our our schoolmate who didn't graduate along with us shared his funny experience with his drafting class in his high school. Apple on the other hand shared a story about what she witnessed while she was taking classes here in Manila.

We laugh while we remember our Home Economics teachers and our projects in Elementary. We were trained how to sew and cook, while the guys were taught how to do basic carpentry and electricity.

In high school, our classes has technical courses such as computer classes automotive, electricity, carpentry, sewing, knitting, cooking and the like. Though you're not going to have all the courses but you've got to choose one that you like.

Out of Philex Mining Corporation is a real "culture shock". There are sights that we never witnessed and experiences that we had never imagined.

In our school, our gates are close at 7:30 in the morning with the start of Pambansang Awit and recitation of Panatang Makabayan and classes end until 4 or 5 in the afternoon. Not only that, how can one forget the times you would need to sing the National Anthem 3 or 4 times on the school grounds while the sun is up when our Assistant Principal is not contented.

Elementary classes here in Manila lasted only for 3 hours :( . I can't imagine how 9 subjects in one day would be incorporated in 3 hours. Kids here does not even know how to sing the simple national anthem and how to recite the pledge. But they can recite teach me how to doughie without any ado. Ironic but true.

Whew. I'm still glad I was a part of Philex Mining Elementary School and Saint Louis High Philex. where classrooms are below basketball courts but we enjoyed the air of mother nature.

EXCLUSIVE: ‘HABAGAT’ BREAKS SILENCE

Reblogged from The Professional Heckler:

FOR ALMOST THREE DAYS, the metro and several Luzon provinces reeled from heavy downpour. The flooding submerged 60 percent of Metro Manila. By Friday noon, the death toll would reach 60.

What hit us was not even a typhoon. It didn’t have a name. On Twitter, I wrote:

Weather experts described it as southwest monsoon rains. A monsoon is a wind system that brings heavy rainfall. Locally, we call it ‘habagat.’

Earlier today, ‘Habagat’ chatted with this blogger. Here’s the transcript of that exclusive interview.

Kumusta ka na Habagat?

Ok naman. Medyo nilalamig pa rin. Ikaw, kayo ‘musta?

Ay, salamat naman sa concern. Heto, may mahigit animnapung kababayan ang namatay at 850,000 ang na-displace; may sampung lungsod at munisipalidad sa Metro Manila, at anim na lalawigan ang nasa ilalim ng state of calamity, at more than 150 million pesos ang halaga ng nasirang pananim. Mabuting-mabuti naman!

Hindi ka pa galit n’yan?

Ay hindi. Ang bait-bait nga namin sa ‘yo eh. ‘Kita mo naman, all smiles pa rin kami kahit binugbog na ng dala mong ulan, baha, hangin at kung anu-ano pa. Sino ka ba talaga? Kung nagpapapansin ka, well, congrats! Tagumpay ka. Pero sana, naging ganap na bagyo ka na lang para madaling makilala.

Excuse me, hindi ako nagpapapansin. In fact, malamig ang pakikitungo ko sa inyo. But in fairness to some of your kababayan, sobrang hospitable nila sa akin.

Wehhh? Inis nga sa ‘yo ang marami eh.

I said some, not majority. Why did I say hospitable? Lunes ng hapon, grabe na ang aking ulan. Sinabihan na silang lumikas. Pero anong sagot nila, “Mababa pa naman ang tubig. Baka titila rin.” Boom! Ako naman, hala, sige, ulan. Moment ko ‘to so go lang. The rest, as the cliché goes, is history. ‘Tapos ako pa ang sisisihin ngayon?

Sige, ikaw na ang magaling. Ikaw na ang walang kasalanan.

Thank you. Pero hanga ako sa government n’yo huh. Alerto! Kahit medyo sumablay ang PAGASA sa pagbasa sa galaw ko, naitawid n’yo pa rin ang week na ‘to na walang sinisibak ang inyong Pangulo. At may Project Noah pa kayo. Impressive.

Speaking of Noah, alam mo bang kumalat sa social networking sites na may kuneksyon ka raw sa Genesis? Noong kasagsagan kasi ng ulan mo, ang petsa ay 8/7/2012. Eh ‘yong tungkol sa Noah’s Ark, mababasa raw sa Genesis 8:7-12. Anong masasabi mo?

Hiyang-hiya naman ako sa creativity n’yo… mga ulol! Kung sino mang nagpasimuno n’yan at nag-aksaya ng oras to retweet o repost, I’ll give them an A for effort – na manakot. Pero nililinaw ko, walang kakune-kuneksyon kay Noah ang aking pagdating. Mas may kunek pa ako kay Gener.

Salamat sa paglilinaw. Heto pa: dahil daw sa pending RH Bill kaya bumabaha at umuulan nang walang tigil. Is this true?

Ang tatanga! Naturingang 86.567 percent ang functional literacy rate, ‘tapos ang bobobo. Nakakainis! Ayaw ko nang mag-elaborate. Baka ma-excommunicate ako.

Hanging habagat? Mai-excommunicate? Pa’no kaya ‘yon!?

Hoy! Si Lito Lapid nga naging senador! ‘Tapos si Anne Curtis, nagkaroon ng album at nag-platinum pa! Wala nang imposible sa mundo natin ngayon!

Bahala ka na nga! Anyway, nakita mo ba ang aming Pangulo sa Muntinlupa last Wednesday sa relief operations?

Relief operations ba ‘yon? Akala ko first day ng campaign ng Liberal Party for the midterm elections.

Sobra ka naman. Lahat na lang binigyan mo ng kulay.

So fault ko? Fault kong makitang kumakaway ang napakagandang si Ms Rissa Hontiveros, ang Customs Commissioner na si Ruffy Biazon, ang dashing congressman na si Sonny Angara at ang direktor ng Tesda na si Joel Villanueva? Fault ko?

Sinabi ko bang fault mo?

Para kasing pinapalabas mong ang dumi-dumi ng utak ko. Sige, sige. Ako na ang madumi. Sige. Sabihin na nating nagkataon lang na silang apat ay kasama sa senatorial slate ng Liberal Party. Kunwari, hindi natin alam na eleksyon next year. Ok. Fine. I salute them. I admire their selflessness and their genuine desire to help the downtrodden. They are role models. Humahanga ako sa kanila!

Ang plastic mo!

Ulan, gusto mo?

Gago. Tama na. ‘Kita mo ngang ‘di pa kami nakakabangon.

Eh kasi naman nakakaduda eh. Lubog sa baha ang barangay, kasama mo ang head ng Tesda?!? Ano ‘yon, mamimigay ng scholarship? Magpa-facilitate ng training? May libreng haircut?

Again, huwag tayong manghusga. Ang importante, tumutulong sila sa mga nangangailangan.

Ang plastic mo!

Pakyu ka! Maiba ako, I’m sure nasaksihan mo ang pagbisita ng aming Pangulo sa Valenzuela.

Oo naman. Andun ulit si Joel Villanueva.

Hindi ka pa rin nakaka-move on kay Mr. Tesda?

Hahaha. May bago kasing tawag sa kanya sa Twitter eh. Presidential Shadow. O, hindi ako ang nagsabi n’yan huh. Nabasa ko lang sa Twitter.

Hanging Habagat? May Twitter?!!!??

Bakit? Si Erap nga taga-Maynila na eh. ‘Tapos si GMA, nakalaya. Wala nang imposible ngayon.

Fine! Moving on… kinilig ka ba nang batiin ni President Noy si Councilor Shalani Soledad nang magkita sila sa relief operations the other day?

Hanging habagat kinikilig? Weird.

Tarantado. Kunwari lang! ‘To naman o! Ang hirap kayang tapusin ng blog post na ‘to! Sumagot ka na lang. Please.

Ahm, let’s say, mas na-excite ang mga taong nando’n. Sigawan nga sila eh. Kilig na kilig ang mga pucha. Kakapanood ng PBB Teens, akala yata sixteen years old ang pangulo nila.

Ano sa palagay mo ang naramdaman ng dalawa?

Seriously? Well, parang ako lang. Malamig.

Sanga pala, kasabay ng pananalasa mo sa Luzon at NCR, nagtaas naman ng presyo ng kanilang mga produkto ang mga kompanya ng langis. Sa tingin mo, alin ang mas destructive? Ikaw o sila?

Helllloooo! Minamaliit mo ako?!? Kesyo nameless ako? Kesyo hindi ako naging ganap na bagyo?!? Siyempre, sila!

May mensahe ka ba sa mga biktima mo sa Pilipinas?

Nawalan lang ng tirahan, biktima na agad? ‘Di ba pwedeng ‘they had me coming’ muna? Illegal logging. Clogged drainage. Truck-truck na basurang kung saan-saan ‘tinatapon. Illegal settlers sa mga mapanganib na lugar. Kayo rin ang problema eh. Habagat pa lang ako huh. Just imagine kung naging ganap na bagyo ako.

Nagbabanta ka?

#justsaying.

Wow! Hanging habagat, huma-hashtag??!?

Magtanong ka na lang! Umaaraw na. Paalis na ako.

Ok, last. ‘Yong chopper na sinasakyan ni Pangulong Aquino patungong Central Luzon kanina, nag-emergency landing daw sa SCTEX. Any thoughts?

Alam mo, nasa Bible ’yan eh. Ang mababa ay itataas at ang mataas ay ibababa.

Gano’n? So, may kuneksyon talaga sa Bible ang chopper ng Presidente?!?

Meron.

Owwws?

Oo naman! Bakit? Sino bang kasama ng Pangulo papuntang Central Luzon kanina? ‘Yong head ng Tesda, si Joel Villanueva! May kunek ‘yon sa Bible!

Oo nga ‘noh! Ang utak mo talaga!

Hanging habagat, may utak? Kelan pa?

Ulol!

The Story of ROLDAN JIMENEZ PINEDA

This is a re-post from Facebook coming from a friend.. I didn't edit anything with respect to the original post. Please share..

I am just sharing this picture of a very humble guy named ROLDAN JIMENEZ PINEDA, 63yrs old, from Kawayan, Isabela. You don’t need to read everything if you feel lazy, but all I need to ask you is pray for his safety. I am not a writer, but I will try to tell you the story.




Here's what happened:

Just this windy and rainy morning, I was in my friend's canteen. It is just beside the subdivision where I live. I was chatting with my friend's dad about some business. This humble guy came in front caught my attention. He was not asking for money nor anything. Instead, he ordered P5 worth of rice. He cannot even look directly because he feels so shy.He said, "Maaari po bang bumili ng limang pisong kanin?" His hair is so wet that's why he covered it with a small towel. His clothes are kinda wet too. When I heard his shaking voice, I can feel that he is tired, cold, and starving. He has a green backpack and a sack with old boxes and plastic bottles. I suddenly felt sorry about him, that my heart was telling me that I need to do something. Instead of me just sitting on my chair, I decided to stand up and tried talking to him. I asked him if that small amount of rice would satisfy him. He said that he was planning to eat some of it and save some, then continue walking til he reach Nueva Ecija which is more than a hundred miles I think. His destination would be Kawayan, Isabela, where he lives. He asked if he can fill his bottle with some water. I said, sure. While I was putting water in his used old bottle, I told him to order some more food so he can eat. Told him not to worry because I will pay it for him. Mang Roldan never asks for money. He earns his own by selling bottles at the junk shops. His eyes turned red, while he was trying to hold his tears. He said that he can’t thank me enough.

MANG ROLDAN: Nahihiya po ako kasi ganito lang suot ko.(- I feel shy because of what I am wearing.)

ME: Akong bahala po sa inyo. Ano pong gusto nyong kainin? (- That is ok. Do not worry. What do you wanna eat?)

MANG ROLDAN: Wala po ako sa posisyon para pumili. Kahit gulay lang po o yung pinakamura. (- I am not in the position to choose. I can have vegetables or the cheapest food would be fine.)

ME: Kailangan nyo pong kumain. Order po kayo kahit ano, yung siguradong mabubusog kayo. (- You need to eat, and make sure to satisfy yourself.)

I took his hand so he can walk beside the stand where he can choose. While they were giving him his food, I told him that I need to go home and get some money so I can pay his bill. At home, I grabbed my old camouflage jacket which I gave him.

We talked about his tragic story and his plans. Years ago, he needed to sell their house and lot because his wife had a bone disease. Sadly, everything was spent but his wife didn’t make it. He had 3 children. The first born were twins, died because of bronchopneumonia. While the youngest was ran over by a bus. He tried putting a small business by selling fishballs in Manila, but in the time of Bayani Fernando, MMDA took his carts and destroyed them. Mang Roldan and his family are church people. You can tell with the way he speaks. He visited Pampanga to see his sister/brother. Too bad he wasn’t able to meet the only family that he knows. Hearing his story broke my heart.

I also noticed that he cannot walk straight because of his swollen left leg. “Lumipad yung bato na nadaanan nung gulong ng jeep, tumama sa paa ko” he said. (A rock smaller than my fist was the reason) He thanked me for the food and jacket. I handed him some money so he can ride the bus and buy food. He said that he cannot give me anything in return. Seeing him wipe his tears made me feel super sad that it made me cry too. I was speechless. I shaked his hand and told him that his story was enough for me to learn things, and I was happy that I was able to help him. I gave him my umbrella so he will not get wet on his journey. He didn’t want to take it, but I insisted. (I hope my mom won’t notice that her umbrella is missing)

While Mang Roldan was crossing the street I was looking at him. I noticed that he was walking towards a corner. He saw a beggar on the side. You know what he did? He did not share the food that he had, HE GAVE EVERYTHING! Rice, bread, and water. That’s it! That was priceless! I knew that this man is special. He touched my heart. I realized that what I gave him is not even enough. Salt water fell from my eyes. (even while I’m typing now). I decided to go to him when I noticed that busses and jeepneys were not stopping because of discrimination. So we waited for a bus and I took his picture. He smiled and said, “half-body lang ha, nakakahiya may dala akong sako. Hehehe!” What a guy! He can still smile after all the things that he went through. Finally, a bus stopped. I told him to act as if he is my uncle. Before he stepped on the bus, he thanked me again. I waved goodbye and said “Ingat Tito, text mo ko kaagad.” I said it loud so the conductor will hear me and pretend that Mang Roldan has a cellphone.

I don’t know, but he was like an angel that was sent to teach me and realize lots of things. That is why I decided to put it on FB, hoping that you will learn from it. If only I am wealthy enough, I would love to do more things just to help more needy, homeless, poor, deserving people. I have been planning to create my own Foundation since I was young. Well, God has plans for all of us. Maybe someday I will. I also hope I could meet Mang Roldan again, and give him a fishball business or have him help me helping others.

I remember a book written by Father Jerry Orbos, that we should not be just good Samaritans but we need to be Better Samaritans.

You can share this if you want. If not, just please pray that God bless the people like Mang Roldan. May God Bless you too =)

Defend Life and Sustain It...

This so far is the DUMBEST tarp I've ever seen. When all along we thought the offering you give to the church are meant for the church, it goes beyond that. It is use to pay for tarps like these..

My question now to CBCP is " Why didn't you print something like 

"YES TO AIDS and YES TO STD"

since they are similar. 

The misunderstood concept of RHBILL are driving people confused. RHBILL is never about religion. RHBILL is about health. It is supporting a family not to go hungry, giving the right to proper education, the right of children to play instead of working and the right of parents to provide a good home. 

It is pro-life. It is sustaining a child that was born from birth until future holds. It is giving the kid a right to freedom and not to be a burden.

An indie movie "And babae sa septik tank" talks about poverty, child trafficking, inhumane living conditions of the marginalized sectors in the Philippines and where RHBILL plays a really good picture.

 To CBCP: 
If you say No to RHBILL is defending life, will you be able to sustain it? 
Easy for you to say since you never experienced buying cans of infant milk and tons diapers, right?

Daang Matuwid Daw...

Filipinos elected a happy-go-lucky bachelor as President in 2010 whose interests range from women to guns to cars to video games;

Whose managerial experience is heading a security agency;

Whose legislative record is found wanting;

Whose academic record is far from sterling;

Whose main claim to fame is being son to Cory and Ninoy and brother to Kris;

WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?

We got it all, a whole bunch of yadda yadda yadda in his SONA.

Sad – we are in deep shit! 5 more years to go? Crap!

Don’t remind me, I wonder how much shit will be piled onto us by then!