WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?
By: Iris P. Concepcion

In two months, I have been wearing some pyjamas and a Barack Obama campaign shirt that does not quite figure out comprehensively in these times of bruised egos and whatnot. I really like the promise of this President's face if only for the offbeat Inaugurals he had with poetry and music hovering plus that laidback setting. Why, his dispositions and convictions wouldn't be lost even in the far left of the spectrum. I texted someone after he won that it is inspiring to have a man on top with that kind of vibrancy and verve. I read afterwards that he is surrounded by a new blood and crop of young men and women who move around in Berkeley-type of openness. His speechwriter is only in his twenties.

These are people who already had it with their proper mojos tucked in; they'd laugh at the lure of a new sports car: remember, they OWN one. Trips? They slept over that some time ago. And yeah, they got their budget from their OWN salaries. If they are going to tag along, believe me, they'd be happier eating cup-o-noodles in the streets of say, Paris, walking, than wait for a free caviar or whatever stuff it is you need to spoof your mouth with terrible bilked-out moolah. In short, it does NOT impress them, what can I say?

These are people who may drive their BMWs but they'd drive inside a crooked strait and grab a sidewalk burger with their mouths peppered with garlic, running down their tongues. And they'd smell. We need this daredevil kind of spunk that translates into DONE things. I am figuring out how NOT to like their initial projects but I can't. They are so functional and sexy! I could not really complain. They are truly doing it. Spins be damned. Okay ya all talk; nothing beats educational close encounters vs. mongering, anytime. Hahaha.

Which reminds me of Mar Roxas grabbing a softy ice-cream (costs less, below 50, and you see how these people will function even in opulent settings; they wouldn't care less if it is dried fish you are serving them) while on campaign as comfort food. Or Noy Aquino having beef with an expensive pair of shoes.

(I had to take ya off temporarily Jimmy boy; those hacks are getting stupider using your site hehehehehe---I love getting on these people's nerves. Are you nuts? Remember the bayside encounter? That's more telling than the imagery of my boot. Wink.)

Personally, I really do not want to be led by some handlers prone to cavorting with the underground hypocrisies only during the campaign period. When did they last muddied their feet? Or have they forgotten already?

It is all I need to know: I'd rather choose the young, inexperienced, rich, spoiled and SMART kids who ragged the old geezers with their fast works the old fools can only go : what was that? They are mentored by the current best minds and workers of this island. I think they would be fine. I think they have felt enough of the skunk in the countryside (they liked it, even when they were shocked by the situation---I pushed them to go there.) They are actually loving the experience as exposure on say, how to design public schools and how to improve the educational modules. Yes sir, THEY too love the kids. It ain't the talk; it is the doing.

That being said, grab that yummy dessert. It is really good.