irony: the enemy of overstatement
and illusion; ergo, the servant of realism.
At the height of the outpouring of grief for the Sendong victims, a campaigner asked me: Wala kang naramdaman?
I posted something that said Served you right, siksah, which is Tausug for God’s penalty coming down on you.
Could not tell her, Yeow! Wala! What would you want me to do, send Louie a card?
Para din kasi akong si Daffy, yung tipong tatawa sa trahedya ng iba, like yung pagkahatid mo halimbawa ng millennium manuscript mo, sakay ka ng elevator at na-heart attack ka at namatay nang ni hindi mo man lang nakita libro mo na napublish? Naku, I'm no sucker for success stories, tatawa talaga ako.
Seriously, Does it help people if you feel sorry for them? What good would it do if you went around collecting used clothes used shoes used houses used cars used malls
Comic detachment from the suffering of the slain is how I callit, or where will I source the moral courage to slay the father.
Kaya yata ako hindi kongresista, dahil hindi mo talaga ako maasahan sa calamidad galore. Fuck the poor. Fuck the rich even more, but you don’t think and write and speak for or about the rich, do you. There’s nothing to write about them that they themselves do not know already.
So you write, like Lou Reed:
Give me your poor, your tired huddled masses. Let’s club them to death dump them in the dirty boulevard.
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