Filipinos proclaim to be one of the most Catholic Christian nations in the world. Filipinos proclaim many things (you know where I’m going with this, don’t you?). They love to proclaim things. You see it in their business slogans, in their campaign posters wallpapering every square inch of cities during election season, and they’ll proclaim their innocence despite indisputable concrete evidence against them. They’re just loaded with proclamations.
Unfortunately, the nation of numbskulls haven’t yet developed their brains enough to understand that actions and evidence speak louder than words.
Filipinos turn every fuckin’ holiday into the 4th of July or New Year’s Eve. This nation of dangerously brainless pyromaniacs seem to be obsessed with blowing shit up. And far too often, it’s children’s hands, feet, or faces that get blown up. You can include adults in that too, but the way I see it, they got what they asked for. Stupid people should not play with explosives. The most stupid thing is, they don’t fucking learn. Every holiday is followed by TV news reports showing young children and adults with their extremities blown the fuck off (ever wonder why so many handless or fingerless people walk up to your car in the intersection begging for coins?).
It’s like the tradition of New Years Eve in America, where they party and SAFELY blow shit up in safe locations, under controlled conditions, and run by pyrotechnic experts for the traditional entertainment of New Years Eve. Then the tradition continues the next morning by turning on the TV and watching the Tournament Of Roses Parade.
In Philippines, it’s somewhat simular. Every holiday involves the sale of dangerous explosives to the general public, even children. Then a free-for-all of utter stupidity and irresponsibility by drunk dads ensues by blowing shit up all night, then waking up the next morning to watch the parade of men, women, and most tragically, children limping and being carried through filthy emergency rooms sporting what’s left of their bloody red rose colored hands, faces, and feet, or covered in a bloody sheet awaiting a trip to the morgue. It happens every holiday, and nothing is done about it to protect children from their fucking irresponsible dumbfuck imbecile parents. Tsk tsk tsk. What a bunch of idiotic morons.
So let’s now address Christmas Eve
Filipinos proclaim that Christmas is the biggest, most beloved holiday in Philippines, because it is the celebration of the birth of their Jesus whom they really know absolutely nothing about beyond what they have conjured up in their own mind. If Filipinos knew or even concerned themselves with even the least of the doctrine of their faith, and it’s traditions, Christmas Eve would not be a heyday of drunkenness, oblivion, and bombs. They would know that the tradition of Christmas Eve is a night of reverence, silence, and calm. I can’t think of a better way to pervert and disrespect their little graven image of Sto Nino (that’s another irony related to one of the 10 Commandments) than to blow shit up on the eve of his fabled and mythical birth.
How ironic it is to barely hear the faint singing of “Silent Night, Holy Night” being drowned out by the bombs and horrifying screams of children who just had their fingers or face blown off.
There really is no limit to the sense of entitlement the Filipino has. The vast majority feels they are the exception to every rule, and it doesn’t stop at their god’s rules. The only god they know is the one they have configured in their mind to agree with all of their particular prejudices, hates, and sense of entitlement. And in their mind is where god exists. If they want to deceive, they find god on their side, because every Filipino believes they are the only one with good cause and justification to do wrong. And of course, the god in their mind will back them up. The god in their mind is ALWAYS on their side.
Their god is a forgiving and loving god. He will forgive their drunkenness and endangerment of their own children. So have that party! Blow shit up! Ignore common sense safe behavior! Let your children blow shit up! If they get killed, just make another one! God won’t mind, and he’ll forgive you in the morning. Filipinos are mindless idiots at best.
So as I sit here this Christmas morning still hearing the distant percussion of bombs still blowing shit up on this reverent and holy day which I myself do not celebrate, I find myself thinking about how life sometimes finds ways of bringing real justice. If there’s anything positive that can come out of all the children who lose their fingers during every holiday in Philippines, it’s that they cannot light anymore fuses, and they can’t throw anymore more bombs, and they won’t be able to get a decent job to afford alcohol every night, and another child’s face or life could be saved.
Happy Holidays everyone.Published in