Eduardo Pontaoe
4 Jan 2008

 

 

I am still here. The notion that I’m somewhere else, you can surmise I could be with Mephisto discussing things beyond the cauldron of Hades.

Well, let’s start the New Year with a bang. Would we, Mr. Oriel?

After a long and solitary walk along the shores of Lake Michigan blanketed by a fresh snowfall against the backdrop of the towering concrete giants of Chicago, I came to the decision that I couldn’t let you off the hook.

I can savor the anguish, the angst, the sinking sensibility, the insecurity, and your contorted face when you asked in disbelief why such intrusion in your domain is possible. Such encroachment is a necessity and the Trojan horse is a must, to let you know that you’re not free, that Ulysses is watching and you couldn’t do anything you deemed pleases.

And you laughed, but pray and tell what’s there to laugh about, Mr. Oriel? Your friends are not anonymous you claimed to believe, it’s the writer of the passage that’s unknown telling the world the company you kept.

Aaaaah! Your friends, they should look straight in your face because of you they became collateral damage . . . innocent victims of controversy.

However, I didn’t make a mistake. I can see it very clearly deep in its meaning that FBP is for Filipinos for Bankrupt Philippines. This FBP is an acronym of something sinister.

You know what let me explain. If there are 1.3 million Over Fatigued Workers and 3000 leaving everyday according to the POEA (Philippine Overseas Employees Administration) which also overcharged them of registration fee, why in Mephisto’s name only a few . . . a grain of sand in the Sahara . . . volunteered to contribute with the FBP Season of Hope 2007?

So far, there are 26 who pledged or contributed and one Charlie Jamero cancelled. I think he smelled a rat. Right now, everybody at FBP are restive . . . running around like headless chickens.

 

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