NOT  FOUR  OR EIGHT BUT SIX GALUNGGONGS

By | January 1, 2015

THE GOOD. THE BAD AND THE UGLY  was the title of a  popular  1966  Spaghetti  Cowboy Movie which gave Hollywood westerns a run for their money.  I tried to mime  current Philippine  events for musings purposes  as the The  DRY, THE FUNNY AND THE SERIOUS.  Why so?  The playful mind sometimes can be better than infantile  yet satirical in events  that tickle and later numb the mind.  During the distant past and recent  weeks,  Ph  or PNOY country   had been witnessed to  memorable events  that may well be topically divided into  the DRY AND BORING,  THE FUNNY  AND THE SERIOUS.
The Dry and  Boring.  There is nothing to write here if Philippine media (print, online, TV and radio) content per se is merely read, seen or heard; and Not  spinned,  stretched, cogitated and or digested by readers.  Life with media or even media with life as abstract entities it seems all year round is never dry and boring. News in the Philippines never die in boredom, they just fade away and are replaced by salacious ones.
FUNNY just funny fiction based on a possible  true story.   A young struggling and new  lawyer with wife and a grade school son was asked by the Mrs. to pass by  the Quinta Market (in Quiapo)   to buy galunggong ulam for their supper and breakfast.  It was the usual low  notarization  fees as income for that day so Mr. honest lawyer wracked his brain  to get as much galunggong for his money but cannot decide how many galunggong to buy for supper and for breakfast the next day.  Should  it be  four or twice as much like eight galunggongs to make it four galunggongs for supper  and another four for breakfast. The honest woman fish vendor with wisdom of her years advising  fish customers  explain the situation to Mr. lawyer.  Buying four galunggong  for three people’s  supper and breakfast  is not enough . For each meal only one each for Mr. and Mrs. and nothing for the son.  So the fish vendor advised the lawyer:  Four is short and eight is too much  so why not buy six galunggongs  so that the whole family can have two galunggongs  each  for supper and for breakfast.
What is funny is galunggongs are sold by the kilo  and  not by number of pieces.  And that galunggong with plain rice or as sinangag  is a better meal with ginisang bagoong. What perhaps is no longer funny is the presidential tenure of office in the Philippines.  Pundits, lawmakers, constitutionalists,  delegates,  professors or what evers  as logicians  might have reckoned:  four years in office is two short  for  a good president  while  a re-election for another four  to make eight years is too long for a bad president.  If  that is four is short for good, and 8 is long for bad,  why can’t it be vice versa thus 4 is short for bad and 8 is long for good?   What about eight years  for a good president?  What about four years only for a bad president who won’t get re-elected?  Being negative about it, that is  if the dice is loaded  against good presidents, better then not to give any  villain  the whole nine yards.
Whether good or bad,  It is  wet market wisdom  to give  any president not too much or too little time.  Eh? Six years  it is then to be mandated by the constitution. On record and by experience,  it is up for the bad ones to make it ten or twenty lucrative  years.  In a democracy it is the people that decides and get rid of bad  presidents not constitutional carpenters. You find that in the USA  where a good one gets another term and a bad one  just  good riddance.
Even with our “ favorite things”  we don’t always copy them or theirs,  of the United  States. We   copied their  four  years presidency,  then by our wisdom  we dropped it  and adopted  six-year terms. Perhaps not knowing fully why.  The recent  tenurial  history of US  Presidents  might  tell us the smart-alecky answer  as to   why they  stuck  to their four   years  with re-election.  Their system of governance  dominated by  a  long lasting two-party  system may have set the continuity of  a distinguishable pattern  of breakdown and rehab, messing  might take  eight years  followed by  repairing for eight years  with the Republicans and Democrats  alternating.
A  result might be  a theoretical  high equilibrium  Political Economy every 16 years for the country. Or it could be disastrous too  if  eight bad Republican years is followed by another bad eight Democrat years. That could be  a straight path to Third world  phenomenon where the more  politicians try to be different—by  having multiple  political parties—the  more they become the same over the years.  Filipino constitutional carpenters had thought four years is too short for a good president while the Americans believe that four years is just right for bad presidents to be cut short and sent to oblivion.
Any which way they go,  the USA and the Philippines as models for selection of their presidents  redefines, este  enriches the unsavory meaning of politics to wit:  Politics is the Art of the Possible; All is Fair in Love and Politics—into something like Politics is the Quest for  Sameness By Being Different. If politics becomes  the way to pursue all their sought after ends, then democracy, socialism, communism, totalitarianism and theism are likely to end up being the same after years of trying to be different.  This paragraph  have its shame;  philosophizing   the mundane:  pare-parehong lahat yan, weder-weder lang yan.  In the ultimate analysis IT IS NOT POLITICS,  to borrow Milton Freidman’s words: “the root is man the cause is man.” The Politician  is man,  eh?
What is boring  and sometimes funny but  a thing of serious metaphor is that  Philippine Public Administration had started  like  a husband and wife unisex   team with vows to raise  a  decent family  starting strongly before as Nationalistas and Liberals  like  dyed in the wool political parties  until  the  call of the sensuous wild  queridos and queridas  titilliating  both partners  with the highs of infidelity   that eventually  mucked  up  national  politics.  The socio-political  eco-system now   have all sorts of pseudo-political parties   driven  by  ideologues, charlatans,  plunderers,  catalyst big business  and snake medicine  opportunists i.e.  if any of them  is not a modern day  Don Quixote de la Mancha. The Don’s alalay  Sancho  Panza  even then believed and  supported  the road to good intentions could be full of hallucinations.
THE SERIOUS  and sickening.  Just in the news these days  are journalists’  favorite things that can be overblown into a theory of a prevailing culture of hypocrisy. For example, the guards assigned  to two powerful and rich accused of heinous crimes do not want to part with their two detainees   if possible because of their exemplary behavior as prisoners aside from the abundance of  benefits like food, etc frequently brought in by visiting relatives and friends (see BALITA Dec 16-31 page 48). Any sane way to look at it, it is not right for the visitors to corrupt the guards in that Christian way, in the same respect that the guards should not debase their duty by accepting gifts in any form.
More sickening perhaps is when what is supposed to be HELL on earth has become HEAVEN ON EARTH in the news.  It’s blasphemous when authorities make extra money for subsistence or  for their  extravagant life  from criminals they have sworn to punish and put away.  The Bilibid  shame in the holiday news  looks and sounds so small, microscopic or even inconsequential  but what recently was common suspicion was proven stark reality  in the National Penitentiary. Select prisoners had been found enjoying a home life and amenities inside the prison not enjoyed by the ordinary rich Filipinos  in their condos and apartments.
The  Bilibid shame is still mere dark shadows  beneath becalmed waters and not yet the   tip of an iceberg that has metastasized.  When the number one prisoner is allowed  Christmas furlough  because the Pope is visiting the country and not because it is explicitly allowed by law constitute seminal idea for a theory on culture of  hypocrisy. Metastasis is when  malignancy had infected  the rich and powerful sociopaths,  lawmakers, justices and judges, lawyers,  policemen,  correctional bureaucrats,  prison guards, businessmen,  and altogether, also implicating  the members of their immediate families. Jose Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere (social cancer)  to say the most is only benign tumour in comparison. ***