Portrait of a Filipino as an Ugly Person

The tale of a stagnant Philippines with its long, twisted fascination with ghosts, karma, and generational trauma where the ruling class lives in haunted manors wearing caked make-up and sporting golden antique watches beckoning a hapless katiwala with one wave of their hand to quietly dispatch of a deformed infant born out of wedlock from the unholy union of one of the ruling family's sons and one of the servant girls only to be told by the local abortionist who works for the town parish priest that an insane woman wandering the plaza had recently lost a child and would probably be the secret fix everyone is looking for -- this story -- is getting old.

The more modern version of a sugarol, basement dwelling spoiled brat of the family who has power and influence in both showbiz and politics and who squandered their inherited pieces of land to buy whores, drugs, and celebrity status only to hit rock bottom when suffering from extreme drug abuse withdrawal symptoms and end up a "reformed sinner" at a local born-again Christian worship place singing gospel songs and delivering self-righteous sermons is really no better of a tale, just as tiresome, and really, really getting old.

They ask, "but what about of karma, what about of our hardships and the debasement we endured for so long that the gods favored us for by giving us the right to earn tons of money from illegal activities that nonetheless built this nation from nothing?" They ask, "how can you judge who is sinner and saint among men and why should we once again crawl back into the dark, impoverished hole we fought so hard to crawl out of sacrificing our dignity and trading our souls to fairly get out of?" 

I say to them, what is right is right and justice is on the side of the righteous only. To those who do not believe and question whether there is truly such as thing as a one true way or as righteousness, or if we are all just spinning this cycle of life together sinners and saints alike with no power to judge our fellow men, I say, the one true way exists, and we ought to know it, for if we do not, then we are simply lost. And a tale of lost travelers who never find their way home is a story no one really wants to hear.