Of freedoms and responsibilities

So, September 21 came and went without much fanfare nor remembrance. Hardly a word from anyone. I only remembered the significance of the day from Eat Bulaga (of all places) as the TV on the bus I rode was tuned to it.


For once, given our current circumstances, I am glad that we as a people have this talent for collective amnesia. And mainstream news media should take note before they raise the boogeyman of Martial Law to protect their collective asses. No you don't get to play that card. The people do not care. They don't even remember.

Say what again? You want self-regulation? But that bus left the moment you shoved your microphones onto the face of that madman's even crazier brother as he was being collected by the police. It was being aired live! What were you thinking? No, gaddemit, you had your shot at self-regulation. Look where that got us. It got us here. 

I am tempted to insert a Spiderman quote right in here. But let us keep Hollywood out of it and this simple. Every freedom corresponds to a certain responsibility. You are not responsible, you don't get to enjoy that freedom. It is as simple as that. 

So suffer the consequences of the exercise of your freedom that fateful day, whatever those consequences may be. Prove, for once, you are rightful heirs to what June Keithly and her generation fought so hard to deserve.






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Payong contest:

Sorry folks, but I won my own contest. Noz, you missed it by two. Sorry. Hahahaha. You were the 4,998th. Damn close! But no cigar. Buti na lang hindi yung 4,999th nanalo. Patay ako sa Fedex, US ba naman. Lol.