PUBLIC DEBATE
By: Iris P. Concepcion

The three geat thinkers, Plato, Socrates and Aristotle carried their philosophies unto dwellings and open fields and like the oratorical pieces of today, they do suit me well.

I shall, however, whip my stick on the ignoble and the senseless. Everyone can dream; I never take that away from dreamers like myself.

But if yours is limited to middling name calling and needless arguments fit for the slums, need you please take your leave since I can always do it better (not arrogance; if you speak from the platform of truth, you shall always come out unscathed. I am a manufacturer of the f family)

If you speak from the stage without hypocrisy, the larynx just expands, enlarges and words just spill like several tongues of angels flew straight into your mouth.

It is not that my ear is discriminating. I did manage to listen to some ponkan trunks with no name, adlibs that still do not speak of issues (afraid of head-on verbal collisions on the thinking level---it is easier to manufacture trash when losing). But I am truly democratic. If I hear something funny, you shall land in this page without sweat. And I'll bring flowers to express that some stuff you do had made me laugh.

Say, they put a column where they celebrate their weeping (they always get whacked; karmic order of the Dalai Lama; that is the story so far). In their futile attempts to unsettle me, I like best those that think deep. Gutter trash makes me fall asleep. They seem to enjoy their tears. After my rabid rant, this writer at least conceded : "Hai, pirde na naman kita. Buwas naman e." (We lose again, we will try again tomorrow.) A kid with Gollum teeth dubbed my spiels as "Ma'am, ma'am". He thought I am lecturing.

And this woman who admitted to being really a maniac, at least, was forthright. Yes, Ma'am, that is 100% porn talk also. I am used to my imaginary kids' hilarious takes on their sexuality that your confession was almost anti-climactic.

Well, if you kind of shun my glibs, parry; my people do this daily thus, I am very familiar with my yardstick for excellence. Also, I have a boom mic with me. Do not infuriate him. He has a huge radar and body organ (they normally talk this way.)

I am used to their effervescent creations that is why I know from where I speak from.

Like how? I sang : "Cuckorucuckooooo!". Picking up from my nasal thread, I heard a flute playing that same tune minutes after. Fast.

You see, this is not entertainment. It is about picking up things fast and responding to it brilliantly. You must remember, I had been honed by the creators of marvel comics; even my sneezes are properly blocked and timed. It is difficult aping this mentor. He smirked at my brochure; I only realize now he wanted to barf into my stupid work.

When you find yourselves wondering what we are into, raid the art galleries; these are people who hate Powerpoint presentations with bleeding inks. In lieu of that, they do installation art.

And believe me, I can always shush anyone with a verse. Truer to myself.

I do something in a banca that is funny, my kids laugh on the other side of the planet. It is irksome. Hahahaha. I do something terrible, all my Dads (all corners) say: "Listen!" They are that infinite.

I do not mean to pick on the methods of learning being employed but once you interact with my people, be prepared not to blush nor blabber inane things. These are webmasters with enough holograms to clean your feet from mud.

Personal experience: my kids went out with the others (the deadmen stinking). These old cadavers always wonder after: "Why do they seem so fulfilled and content without having much?" You wanna fly; fly with them; you might just find your voice gone. Brazil kaputz. I pity the faces; they looked like they just got their gums pulled out.

I, too, can bitch and I have seen men close to tears because it is NOT falsities that I speak; they are guilty for their indiscretions. Chipmunk kid, what an awful ditty. Duet galore. Mentor asked: "Who is that?" I said: "Hahahahahahaha!"

Meanwhile, I am following the lead of my retarded kid: "Eat Mom, and engage them."

I do have some cool pics that I want to post here; helped out by the visualists.

P.S. :

I suggest "Sweet DeBUSsy." Classic Sexy. :-)