My eye My witness, Oligarchs & Robots

 

http://www.aljazeera.com/programmes/faultlines/2011/12/2011122512243829505.html

 

Look how vulnerable humans are today, and I see you from one among conscienceless human robotic that this country should be rid of, shame shame!

People in the next decade will have broken into the mind barrier; limitless and living in interconnectivity, stations may man virtual replica of people who today may yet transcend how portals may resemble a door knob, and yet Filipinos may not really make the entry.

But why? Well, technology in the cyber world may not be eaten, not edible. So, if an entire nation lives in abject squalor, no food and really famished, upheavals of the few becomes normal, people will die for their laptops, cell phones, IPods for need of food by the hungry, the impoverished. If we make calculations like the number of Jeepney to deploy service a nation of say a hundred million as transport mainstay, the government will have to make second and third level roads to be able to make do with the Jeepney. But how about the numbers of foreign car manufacturers, the gangs are all here in promo war you ain’t seen yet! And we ask, can we really afford this all roads and no food, and the hard cash needed to buy petrol for them, is it affordable?

Can we really be cute with inanity as a nation, not in Mindanao we’re not. For centuries, Jolo, Sulu, and the proximate belt in Mindanao have been free from path of really bad weather, now we’re the next loop of people who may decimate after typhoon Sendong. The globe is warming up and we can only be as helpless because we’re now bald of forest covers for the bananas and the pineapples, a fruity kind of death wrap for a place already shackled by manmade calamities and all because of greed for power and wealth by whom? By people in Manila.

So now I just know that polity to shape governance to look after our welfare as patrons in Mindanao of what ballyhoo Manila government and of what it can muster saying we’re covered, is just slimy cow dang. If Manila is a contamination, then we’re sadly afflicted with it, of viral anomalies in Mindanao and Sulu of things not of our origin. So, what do we do now?

The fault line is the best reminder of the answer itself, Manila people are the worst managers and if we are the business entity in Mindanao and Sulu, we simply fire them!

Hard to hide the revolting angst, the edgy heart of what’s inside me, but times as these requires that people like you and I needed jolting, and if all the more than forty years of unrestrained bloodletting is not enough waken us to what realm we deserve as citizens, typhoon Sendong may be the wakeup call!

 

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“If we make calculations like the number of Jeepney to deploy service a nation of say a hundred million as transport mainstay, the government will have to make second and third level roads to be able to make do with the Jeepney. But how about the numbers of foreign car manufacturers, the gangs are all here in promo war you ain’t seen yet! And we ask, can we really afford this all roads and no food, and the hard cash needed to buy petrol for them, is it affordable?”

               

           Must I not be the sophisticated man in mind and spirit, of civility said in fancy cars and fancy clothes then I should live like the days of the very old when trees grew plenty and rivers are crystal clear. In Mindanao, dreaming backward may be a necessary daydream. In much of today’s careless journey with getting rich and raking wealth, thievery in government have all but been the bane why because in this carelessness, systems breakdown all but shattered everything else, degraded a people who till today is never knowing, or just maybe partially knowing what may have been wrong finally realizing our trees are gone, dignity trampled, homes washed away by flooding, raging, overflowing rivers, and no trees to stop them.

Arming and fighting more wars is not a solution either, we’ve been at it for more than forty years only now we realized even that is staged. Women of the Islamic faith with the rebellion joined relief efforts for they too lost loved ones and countries from the Islamic world themselves aghast and heartbroken, dig deeper in their pockets  handout whatever amount they can afford buy blankets, clothes, food etc. The Islamic world is yet to taper now in determined spirit as we did, people powering for freedom! So how do we start anew?

Dreaming backward will transport as back in time, during the sub-state period. This was also known as the Commonwealth era the time the United States hold sway to running our lives in Luzon, the Visayas and Mindanao. In the early 1920s, already giving up on military campaign efforts, America sent teachers instead of soldiers effectively ushering in an era my grandma called ‘peace time’, this workable window of peace allowed for locals learn what meant schooling to be able to develop communication skills, be more proactively in talking mood and importantly, develop as people assimilate into the greater mold of what is democracy, to be people of laws not outlaws.

In same time twist, American managers thought of hydropower, energy tapping from water resources, and the lakes by her ward allowed for it providing electricity. This was the humble beginning of Mindanao entering the era of development.

 

“Must I not be the sophisticated man in mind and spirit, of civility said in fancy cars and fancy clothes then I should live like the days of the very old when trees grew plenty and rivers are crystal clear”

 

Backward dreaming to begin anew would in ways tinker with a lot of contrasts one that I imagine will probably make me the pauper on the roof, begging to be heard. But what if this were era of trees and crystal-clear rivers, what if songs in these times in hymns mimic the gentle sway of trees, tweeting of birds in flight from clear skies and water of puritan hue and if it were Mozart’s, will we ever understand why the need for violin, songs to refresh the spirit?

These days of squalor, noises will drown one’s minute respite with moment of eyes to shut, daydream of the good old days. The old Manila of the sub-state period, for the frolic of the few there is the horse-drawn carriages and for mortals to make paces quicker there is the Trambia, an electric locomotive running on rails in city streets. Distances farther away are made closer in time and on schedule made possible by bigger locomotives in rails to keep food wherever there may be needed, affordable because they come in bulks.

What then haunts of nightmares when in spates of modern present-day scare, petrol become less and less obtainable as masses, throngs of people from overseas where wells of their oil run dry if not incinerated, become aware they are not free and therefore must bequeath to be one much like us in the free world.  What if questions to hanker on wars yet to happen, what will become of you and I parched of oil, economy to blunder and food run aground because transport grounds to a halt, what now then? Begin anew, but from what, when and from where?

What seeks you mortal to question God as raging water flushed from hills bald of trees, wash away lifetime savings homes and loved ones. If not of your insatiable greed, trees would have been there to halt the rain’s angrier sway, then matters of your pain would have been saved; hasn’t God been kind bring books to you to read to emulate written centuries before, the Qur’an, the Bible, the Talmud, all of it says preserve life in his name, but you violated. Or as mortals, shouldn’t it jolt that anger is not our sole domain, a monopoly for us only, the mortals? Nature has shown angst of path to flatten earth, and rightly so it is.

 

“What if questions to hanker on wars yet to happen, what will become of you and I parched of oil, economy to blunder and food run aground because transport grounds to a halt, what now then? Begin anew, but from what, when and from where?”

 

Fault lines may regress to downgrade the mind totally useless in wakes of unrestrained thievery in government, the country yet to break free from the tightly gripped economy of the very few.

Oligarchs from departing American masters in 1948, assumed the wily role of power brokers; henchmen of the ultra rich and as scheming business managers of the land, politicians of their mold kowtowed lines of the oligarchic creed and redesigned the American model of democracy to that of a centralized autocracy. Perhaps just remind of a token semblance of what ought to have been an ideal democracy, where regions are given emphasis in a federal-presidential system of government, just like in America, oligarchs in cases as these has now the replete stranglehold of the economy all to themselves in a centralized monocracy.

In 1948, such was the case, henchmen and political managers bamboozled America in offers to loot the country down to bone and sharing, and so treaties came to prosper. In a while all was good, till it recoiled badly. Filipino first policies in successions of laws passed one after another, till the country in a lump effectively fell prey finally to the whimsies of the monopoly of the few oligarchy, lock stock and barrel, and America kicked out of the loop.

Laws of one in quick succession after others derided all other considerations to junk regional interest in a federal democracy, restrictions were imposed in the 1935 Constitution and which were carried forward into the 1973 and 1987 Constitution effectively shutting-out foreign ownership of any enterprise worthy of anything significant.

In a Manila Times Column, Tony Lopez wrote: “As a result of these restrictions, the economy has remained in the stranglehold of the country’s entrenched oligarchies and power brokers. There are no more than 100 families controlling the politics and business of this country.”

Five of the six largest commercial banks are all privately owned, by oligarchs. The six banks control more than 70 percent. The five largest private banks are: No. 1 BDO owned by retailing and property magnate Henry Sy Sr. (the richest Filipino); No. 2 Metrobank owned by auto and property tycoon George SK Ty; No. 3 Bank of PI owned by the banking, telco and real estate conglomerate Ayala Corp. chaired by Jaime Augusto Zobel de Ayala; No. 5 RCBC of industrialist-philanthropist Al Yuchengco; and PNB of tobacco and property mogul Lucio Tan (the second richest Filipino).

These bank owners are among the 15 richest individuals in the country. Sadly, they are not exactly among the 15 largest individual taxpayers. Two-bit actors and radio-tv personalities pay more taxes than they do.
With just P331.5 billion of equity, the five largest private banks control P3.29 trillion or 51 percent of total banking industry resources, P2.5 trillion or 53 percent of total system deposits, and P1.52 trillion or 58 percent of total commercial banking loans. The owners of these banks multiplied every peso ten times in terms of banking resources, 7.5 times in terms of deposits and 4.5 times in terms of loans.

If you are or have been a small businessman you will know just how difficult to obtain loans from these banks. The practice reminds you of Shylock.  –Tony Lopez

 

“Backward dreaming to begin anew would in ways tinker with a lot of contrasts one that I imagine will probably make me the pauper on the roof, begging to be heard. But what if this were era of trees and crystal-clear rivers, what if songs in these times in hymns mimic the gentle sway of trees, tweeting of birds in flight from clear skies and water of puritan hue and if it were Mozart’s, will we ever understand why the need for violin, songs to refresh the spirit?”

 

So, control it is, and from few hands developed dirty scheming from amongst the very rich thence come the cartels. Cartels to control everything, corn, rice and sugar, cartels by sway of overt greed have all but rendered the wily footman on the street in small and medium businesses closing shop, leaving to destinations anywhere but not here, and we have a name for them, OFW for Overseas Filipino Worker. But what of Shylock, would this be the grimacing time we are running out of, of borrowed times we know not of ours?

Institutionalizing Diaspora and thievery in government has all but been the trademark Philippines have come to be known for. So that personalities, even actors and actresses have come in their miscalculations there’s money to be had in politics, lots and lots of them. And it’s okay towing lines from oligarchic creed; they’re easier covered in face make-over or plastic surgeries.

But the question of war, conflicts, staged heists of noticeable confusion as much as celebrated killings, high profile politicians from among many, killed. People of the cloth of denominations, murdered, communities dispensed in military campaign flatten them in search and destroy military operations, abductions and summary executions by people in uniform, are all the uncertainty of a nation, our Philippines that regress to befuddle me no end, not of anybody’s cup of tea I presume, not of anything sensibly democratic.

So there goes the by line of coming up with something sordid; people of will or loiter, when things preclude to crank their mind see all dirt and no fun, they just say reform and all things in its sway fall into places. Not really, they’re just make-over, a surgical  flip-flop to cover-up what in the realm is a problem of size, and no one would like to own up to them really provide genuine resolutions, or even make us understand if wishes suggests they disown of it. Even the media by their hyping is no match just how the oligarchy can really mess up truths, they own the media, and therefore media have none to say. In a systemic anomaly, no goodwill is good enough if by layers goblins rein stealing big and small, no heart to it really just cacophony, scatter brains in scatter-talks. These are but few of what government and leaders I have come to know and understand.

But how about Mindanao and Sulu, what haunts this land from ire and creed of the oligarchy, squandering much of once mighty sturdier trees, luster of green and vegetation; of rivers and lakes, rich minerals and hills of might, thick forest covers lording over rich valleys rich in soil, waters teeming of life, sea bed of pearls riches and riches immeasurably plentiful even the greediest have no say to lump a stomach-full. But no greed is enough, oligarchs needed more to claw their fangs farther abreast and off they did to drool on the Sabah State of Malaysia, secretly invade that richer land of black gold on the strength of a Power-Of-Attorney, huh?

 

 

“What seeks you mortal to question God as raging water flushed from hills bald of trees, wash away lifetime savings homes and loved ones. If not of your insatiable greed, trees would have been there to halt the rain’s angrier sway, then matters of your pain would have been saved; hasn’t God been kind bring books to you to read to emulate written centuries before, the Qur’an, the Bible, the Talmud, all of it says preserve life in his name, but you violated. Or as mortals, shouldn’t it jolt that anger is not our sole domain, a monopoly for us only, the mortals? Nature has shown angst of path to flatten earth, and rightly so it is.”

 

Will we ever have peace in Mindanao? – MANO-A-MANO By Adel Tamano – The Philippine Star » Lifestyle.

www.philstar.com

 

“That we have taken cognizance of past events which have befallen the Muslims in the Philippines, e.g., “the Jabidah massacre” the disturbance of Muslim villages before resulting in the loss of lives and properties, the current series of killings, assault and mutilations of Muslims, the desecration of their dead and the burning of their mosques and houses in Cotabato and Lanao del Sur, not to mention the perennial discrimination against Muslims in many levels of the national life as well as the misrepresentation or distortion of their true image as a historic people” –Adel Tamano

I take serious note indeed the conflict to have been forty years thus forthrightly; Muslim leaders met, acknowledged without a doubt, and rightly addressed the problem then besieging Muslims in the 70s. The very root, crux of what then was the problem in Mindanao among many, was the ‘the Jabidah Massacre.’ That being said, to be more objectively clearer, if the issue was to have been the Jabidah incident then the likely thoughts perceiving them to have been the root issue, the right parameter would surely and uprightly to have been to address the ‘root’ issue which is the Jabidah incident, not ARMM.

What is the Jabidah incident? This was in 1968 uncovered by fisher folks in Cavite having rescued two Muslim trainees apparently to have survived mass killings involving the two survivor’s army outfit who were senselessly killed en masse by their training officers for no clarity of reason.

So secretive as the Jabidah was that the schemers themselves would have also included in their killing lists the fishermen, fine folks who fished the two survivors out of shark infested waters off the Cavite province, they could have been dead too.

So the question arise from pedigree of why and what really is the Jabidah incident, Adel Tamano did mention of his father, Senator Tamano and my father too among many others, making opinion of mine a bit more justifiable. And with just the mere mention of another Muslim leader Ali Dimaporo, people in Lanao knows pretty well Rashid Lucman, my late father, and Ali Dimaporo, cannot be in one room, not ever.

But this time however is different; they now form part of an organization with the heavy-set responsibility of waging a war against the government. With lacking clarifying why, the narrative itself become part hearsay because no explanation was offered, what could have made the Jabidah incident so incredibly overpowering to have made political nemesis Lucman and Dimaporo agree to fight the Philippine government, much more be in an organization together?

Well it is no secret people in Mindanao to have gotten so used to killings, centuries and centuries of killings, what makes the Jabidah incident so uniquely different?

Adel might’ve inadvertently sidestepped not mentioning other equally important Muslim leaders from amongst many other, Tengku Abdulrahman of Malaysia and Gen Nasution of Indonesia, supported by all Muslim leaders in the Middle East except perhaps for one or two but nonetheless would eke out something, meaning the problem as resulting of the Jabidah incident is huge, nothing short of something draconian.

So the question remains, what could have brought together leaders of such worth to have exerted such an effort never before been possible, the Arab leadership notwithstanding. Everyone in agreement meaning, the entirety of the Islamic world supported the Muslims in Mindanao lock, stock and barrel?

Let me however offer mine, Jabidah was the operation plan hatched by then President Ferdinand Marcos in collaboration with the  oligarchy Marcos controlled providing the finances, a hotshot smuggling king in Cavite providing the transport means  and Marcos collaborators from the Indonesian military, providing the main muscle.

The combined muscles of both armies of Indonesia and the Philippines is enough power recreate World War ll, may have perhaps been to have jumpstarted World War lll, who knows. All of this huge undertaking was put to motion to be able to secretly invade the Sabah State of Malaysia.

This incident therefore was clearly a violation of existing UN laws, subsequently the killing of the Muslim army trainees adding up would have simply been the provocation to have enraged Muslims in Mindanao to the hilt, hence the Muslim uprisings.

These are war crime issues and nowhere can one find ARMM in any of this infractions as if to treat the Jabidah issue like a walk in the park, this is about war crimes and Adel being a lawyer should know about this, nothing as exemplary as bring this case to the Hague for serious probation by the UN itself and heretofore end the Mindanao problem to its very root, otherwise we will all be riding the roundabout in circles, no end and no beginning.

 

“Institutionalizing Diaspora and thievery in government has all but been the trademark Philippines have come to be known for. So that personalities, even actors and actresses have come in their miscalculations there’s money to be had in politics, lots and lots of them. And it’s okay towing lines from oligarchic creed; they’re easier covered in face make-over or plastic surgeries”

 

                Unmasking the ugly nature of oligarchs here and overseas put to better view destructive natures wrought by their senseless manipulations that can hash to degenerate into little or bigger conflicts hardly noticed just by relying on what media they own can say. The 21st century mantra by people becoming more and more aware something’s amiss –terrible things that allow wealth to be so downheartedly, miserably controlled by so few could no longer outweigh the increasing pressure building up from within; big or little wars in making them –staging them in the guise of civility and industrial superiority to rake in more wealth and power, is failing to measure up.

The economy of the industrial powers impugns relying on lies and fraudulence simply is collapsed in flounder; war and conflicts of their machinations could no longer tailor in mindsets of the very young owing to their mastery of the cyber. Social networking in the internet, facebook, twitter tells them –sharing from amongst they’re being taken for fools by a few, all throngs, millions strong of them all over says, enough is enough!

The Arab springs and the Occupy Movements in America have all but become the symbolism of what truth represents in the present-day matrix, mass of people united in saying let it be done and away with despotism and the oligarchy!

But are we into these at all? Not that I imagine we’re not

Let me wager mine; and let not the fickle feculent mind of harrowing spots foretell that mine is of bloats and not of truth for I speak from thousand minutes of my honest senses; thousand hours of sweat from mine from of lands far and near, my eye my witness, or would you rather that I bleed for it? But we can change, we need to change, we have to change!

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