Apparently, the National Disaster Coordinating Council has decided to suspend all flights, and all sea traffic, down to the lowly mamang mangingisda, in the general eastern area of the Philippines. This was in anticipation of North Korea's attempted (and aborted) launch of a civilian satellite today.
Really, NDCC? Do you even know how small an artificial satellite is compared to the vastness of that general area? Your suspending of all air and sea traffic in that area is like my wife telling me to stop working for the day because she had bought a lotto ticket. This is not even close to an exaggeration. You are that dumb.
Look, even if North Korea is not launching a civilian satellite into outer space without any intention of hitting civilian traffic, and in fact, wants to intentionally hit a bangka off the shores of the Babuyan Islands -- for the heck of it, without any smart guidance system specifically designed to do that task, they won't hit it.
Tell you what NDCC, if you don't believe me, you can send me off to on all expenses paid bangka trip, specific area of your choice, on the next launch date of that North Korean satellite.
I'm willing to bet my life, against the resignation of all you dumb people. You people have got too much power to be that dumb. Really.
Come on people! Our Asian neighbors are already launching satellites into outer space, at eto naman tayo, specifically itong mga tao natin sa NDCC, manghang-mangha at kulang na lang sabihing, "Plen, plen, look mama, plen!" Nakakahiya. Huwag naman sanang masyadong magpahalatang mangmang.
For the few of you who know me in real life, my dear kamag-anak inc., and friends from my Facebook account, please know that while I blog mostly about my life and my posts are made in the first person point of view, I do, from time to time, exercise literary license. Yes, I lie! Lol. No. Some of the stories depicted here are fiction. That I do not tell which is which, makes it a little more fun, doesn't it?
No animals were harmed in the production of this blog. Parental guidance is advised. And no approved therapeutic claims. Hindi ito gamot.
Mungo Conspiracy would like to thank:
Kuya Bing for all the support without which I would not have been able to start this blog. My baby sister Charo, who has always been my number one fan. Gie for twisting Kuya Bing's arms to lend me support. Rocky for being the first follower. Chris for the free ad space on MTC.
I would also like to mention Kuya Jong and Kuya Rolly, Rex, Kim, and all of my pumpkins, Dustin, Innah, Jonas, Danwell, Glea, Jiro, Ram, Yzab, Hannah, and Annika, who are my inspirations for many of my stories here.
And thanks to the Iligan Chapter of the conspirators who were the first to fill-up my followers' box! :)
Yeba! You read that right. That is how I want to begin. You know right away this is not going to be Shakespeare. Not that there is anything wrong with William. I am just not nearly as talented enough.
I cannot, for one, hold my line of thought long enough that I can compile one genuine effort into one seamless novel. A long short story, maybe. But that, aside from being an oxymoron, would be a stretch.
These are my random thoughts, nothing more. A little foolish, maybe, but always, I hope, in line with the same spirit of honesty and wit as you would find in the works of the Bard of Avon. Oh yes, William Shakespeare was funny, you semi-literate nincompoop!