UNTITLED
By: Iris P. Concepcion

I had been thanked by this corn cob's better other in more than ways than one. I never understand his ways oftentimes but he gets through like a blitzkrieg in the Milky Way of my universe. He is loved like a toddler in the arms of his mother.

On a beautiful note, Ping Lacson's visit to Malacanang was not found in the online news. I wonder why this did not get through. It is pivotal in context since the President surely knows how to ingest the valuable help of people who know the ins and outs of governance. The reason why he is being riled by some engaging people in the news is simple: he shall never pay hefty sum of money to look good; he would rather build. He was advised on this by a coterie of women who surround him like hawks of the wilderness. A powerful picture of him with this group would show you this guy is in great, good, motherly hands. They shall whip him, mind you, should he be caught taking a short time in a cheap motel with his underlings than buckling down to development work.

Senator Lacson was asked by the President if he would still receive his pork barrel money now that he knows it is being siphoned to worthwhile, tangible infra projects. His answer was still a resounding no. I think the good senator knows where the present dispensation stands on the corruption issue. The repercussions redounding in the mainstream info highway may be rendered meaningless especially when those who got the spite in living theater could not stand the reality standing before them. Mind you, this guy can do a mean music in the ensemble; I was impressed by the hues and magic of the sync and mix.

I am giving credit where credit is due. The lady of the house where I am at told me that the improvements on the road and water pipes in my alma mater's area were promised by a Congresswoman during a meeting with her constituents. I remember this lady. She campaigned with a group and walked with people during the election period. She gave me a sole kiss and left. She is pretty. Trisha Bonoan-David is her name. Young and silent. She is giving scholarship grants to underprivileged children in conjunction with one of the President's programs for out-of-school youths.

It pains me writing this. They do not like me being obfuscated by being pompous. I need to scribble this down though. I told the kibitzers that these working men are doing double work. The roads are being tarnished when they are resting. They had to plough these out, incurring additional cost. Imagine then how people who are hateful of functional structures cost much in terms of production work.

Let me stress the obvious: they are not in for a war or vengeful, restrictive projects.

If it irks you walking on their roads, if you experience guilt eating their affordable food, do not hyperventilate. Ask them how they do it: they shall tell you how it is done.

Without strings attached.