So moneymen politicians like Manny Villar are spending a fortune on marketing themselves to the Filipino electorate. They employ methods immune to the hindrances of Third World backwardness — warm bodies employed to trawl school campuses and street corners for readers of their fliers and placards, and cash and food dole-outs to impoverished desperados. They are mass communicating the old-fashioned (and expensive) way — via TV, radio, and print — reaching the vast majority of the unwired masses that, despite all the efforts of the tiny “intelligentsia” of our sad land still characterise the Average Pinoy Schmoe.
Caffeine Sparks’s latest lament reflects the typical sentiment of our society’s collective victim mentality:
By the looks of it, [Manny Villar] is pulling out all stops, using all sorts of media platform to deliver messages. We are drowning in you Manny V. You may yet pummel the electorate into submission.
Like most blurbs published in that venerable site that hosts the above lament, Sparks’s exposé stops short of passing the So what? test. As Han Solo retorted after C3P0 observed how the asteroid they landed on was “not entirely stable”:
I’m glad you’re here to tell us these things!
(And he said that, sarcastically by the way, Mr GabbyD)
Indeed, bloggers whine about the sort of factoids that bleeding heart bloggers like Caffeine Sparks and Ding Gagelonia publish. But I’m betting shareholders of Big Philippine Media (like the ABS-CBN Empire) are salivating over the ka-ching! sounds echoing in their heads when they think of the ad revenues they routinely rake in from election campaigns.
At the end of the day, the results of this election will quite simply reflect the overall character of our society. Regardless of who voted for who or who funded what or who endorsed whichever, to the rest of the world this sad society of ours is simply a little bunch of rocks jutting out of the South China Sea referred to as “the Philippines” from which increasingly irrelevant political whimpers emanate.
Within that little package of endless delight once known as the Pearl of the Orient is an internal system of more than 95 million moving parts that interact amongst themselves to collectively produce the sorts of emergent results that play out like a bad sitcom script at a macro level. The fact is, we had wired ourselves at the very DNA of our society to plant morons in our palaces.
Some confronting things to consider, folks:
– We patronise the business enterprises that fund the machinery that churn out the very crap fed to us that boo-hoo liberal pundits then express “disgust” over.
– We worship the feudal clans (and their heraldry) under whose watch a paranoid and vindictive Charter was formulated by a cadre of intellectual hangers-on.
– We vilify government officials who were elected by popular vote (indeed, every one of the major presidential candidates that one camp or the other slags is an elected senator of the Republic).
As Lola Basyang often say: One finger points, three fingers point back.
In short, rather than see ourselves as ha-ha victims of powerful pockets of “incompetence”, “dishonesty”, and “criminality”, against which moronic crusades are launched in isolation under the banner of dimwitted slogans, why not take a holistic view and regard our issues as a system of interacting factors that require systemic solutions.
We need frameworks rather than poetry and slogans and thinking rather than gut reactions and ocho-ocho rallies.
Waaaay back when the Earth was cooling I came up with one such solution framework. Its continued timeless relevance is a testament to the world-class thinking that underpins it. Best of all (for those with short attention spans) it can be expressed diagrammatically (like most of our work):
Having said and shown all of the above, I’ve got a simple recap:
Losers whine about doing their best;
Winners go home and [bonk] the Prom Queen.
— Sean Connery’s character in the excellent film The Rock