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Grabe na `to!
Naglipana na naman
Mga aristang politiko
O politikong artista,
Gabi-gabi nasa boob tube si lani, si christopher,
si alfred at kung sinu-sino pang pontius!
Minsan isang linggo naman itong si bong at si tito.
OK sana itong si junggoy kasi madalang pa sa kapeng alamid
kung lumabas at mag-apir. Pero si gob ng laguna, mahilig pa.
May healing pa si ate bwe at sandamakmak na kwek-kwek.
Tas heto pa: introducing pa etong mga anak nila:
pa-Barangay2 muna...papataas na.
Ayuz! Strategy is the name of the game, sabi nga.


Bakit pa ba tumakbo bilang mayor, o
mambabatas o senador ang mga h-n-y-p-k
Kung babalik pa rin sa TV-cine screen?
Eh di mag-artista na lang kayo!
E ka nga, "You can`t serve two masters.."
di ba po? CHOOSE ka lang kung ano ang prayoridad mo!



Dahil siguro sa merong staff sila na nagpapatakbo?
Juice ko naman! Pili lang kayo, mga tatang, mga nanang.
Teka mas mabuti siguro alisin yang pork na yan
Yung Pork Barrel na pinagkakainitan ni edcel at ni abad
sa kasalukuyan. Tingnan ko lang kung me tumakbo pa
sa susunod na halalan!



Di nga!

Gaya2

ETO na naman!
Gaya-gaya.
Wala na ba kayong makita?
Originality naman, ate v.

V- V? Bihira ka naman!
Me umaangkin ba?
Pati ba naman bulkan
aangkinin mo pa?

Ang dami sigurong pera,
Opisina-bus mo nga, milyones na.
Wala na bang matinong maisip pa?
Para sa probinsiya?


Tama yung isa.
Pag nalaglag ang BA
at umalpas ang huling S
TANGA ang labas ng utak tawilis na panukala!



‘Hooray for Hollywood’ on Taal Volcano Island

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!



__________________
Written 1895 by Rudyard Kipling

Oras Na

Sobra na. Dami na.
Kaso laban ke croco glo and cohorts.


Gumiling na sana, hustisya sa Bayan ni Juan.
Nang maparusahan si epdyi`t mikibihon.

Bakit ba ang tagal?
Kilos na mga chong!

Sana before Pasko, wish ko lang~
Makita behind bars
mga suwapang na kurakot!


Makulong, mapiit, ma-shackled at ma-finger print!
Makulong sa totoong selda nang walang VIP treatment.
Ganyang trato ang dapat sa mga ganid
nang hwag nang pamarisan, putulin pati daliri!



Pag nangyari yun, ayos!