#cheldiokno

[politikomiks]

I’m just glad to hear that Chel Diokno is running again.

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On Chel Diokno wanting the Philippines to rejoin the ICC

Chel “Ngiping Kupal at Animal” Diokno wants the ‘Bangag’ to have the Philippines join the ICC again because as I said before, the ICC is the most Powerful Weapon of the CPP-NPA-NDF. And doing that will make it even easier for the ‘Bangag’ to kidnap Sara Duterte and feed her to the ICC also, just like what they did to her Father, Digong Duterte.

IMHO, the Philippines joining the ICC again should be a RED LINE for all Duterte Supporters already as their Main Target will be Sara, and also Bong Go and Bato Dela Rosa.

[lunapalmai]

Letters

Words of Kin and The Red Thread of Change

As I read a fathers letter to his son, I can not help but surmise in the intrinsic relationship of language to intimacy and soundness. Being a daughter of a conservationist and a social worker, the earlier years of my life has always been infused with the the palatable hope of man towards the good and towards a brighter future. Nearing my adolescent years, this battle became passé, in my world at least-- the sudden grenade of the internet (and the city) exploded into my lap. As hopes wane away for teenagers who begin to unlock juvenile regression and exploration, I’ve tried to stray away from the thought of having to offer myself to the mouth of an endlessly greedy society and instead satiate the rigor of my exploration in the new world. I became passive of my abilities to make change, in other words I decided I could no longer fight the same fight the way my mother and father had. However.. after a few years of hiatus, I suddenly realized my own identity has still been heavily founded in the lessons they imparted to our household, and even if I’ve always believed they’d made change, it doesn’t stop there. Lessons were more or less marked in letters my parents would send me, letters they would send in every opportunity they got, as they were usually out of town, doing their thing. 

I still find myself in such a similar situation today; and like Chel, I’ve gathered the books that my parents have read, still scouring for answers as they’ve had, assessing and learning things about the world that is never short of both evil and hope. I paved my own roads, but their lessons have become both my roots and my north star. 

As my mother once wrote to me when I was just 12 years old “Your thoughts are very powerful weapons-- together with your actions -- it can change the world.” Their letters have changed me, as they have probably changed minds of companies they’ve written to for mobilizing funds in their projects. Kidding aside, their letters- honest thoughts and words- have influenced me more than I credit. When I read it now, I realize many of the choices I made growing up, like Chel, were all from the criteria of practice my parents had imparted on me.

[maanvillar]

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