GMA's Sona

And so it dawned to us Filipinos yesterday that everything unpleasant that’s been stalking us all along never was so true after all.

I am still in limbo from GMA’s 8th State of the Nation yesterday; I know I’m fine, but something doesn’t seem just right. For one, did I hear millions of jobs created or was it just those Mang Pandoy-esque examples reminiscent of the “Bankang Papel” thingy that always seems to steal the scene to confuse everyone, because I’m really confused. Dazed and confused. At least that’s what the invited mayor from a tribe did.

I don’t know, but compared from the past Sonas GMA did since she was swept to power (just kidding), yesterday’s was somewhat different. Somehow, she made it clear that this is the state we’re all in, that some measures have been done to ease some burdens, eche…blah…blah.

I don’t know why, but did she ever mention what had been done for education? ‘Coz I didn’t hear any. I still dream of the day when the public school system shall provide quality education to the poor.

There used to be a time when our public schools offered children what they needed for their future: a foundation. Nowadays public schools offer nothing but merely to make kids busy; therefore for naught. This is probably one of the reasons why parents from the poorer class opt for their kids to work early in their childhood, robbing them of their rights for the pursuit of happiness.

I don’t know why, but every Sona there’s always this account that the agriculture sector is improving. That’s totally not true—all the maids who worked for me in the past had the same problem why they were forced to flock to the city: because they have no land to till. They either had to sell it or just give them up. It’s not enough owning land if there’s no support from the government.

So considering this, they would think it better for a fast buck in the city rather than not having to eat at all. It’s also pathetic that Mother Nature is to blame—of which was GMA’s reason why we have to import rice from other countries.

We can be self-sufficient without blaming God. Maybe next time around—on her last (I hope) Sona—she will tell everyone that it will never flood in Metro-Manila again. Plus we’ll all be building ships even God can’t sink.

I should've stayed downstairs and drank beer instead, it would've been more rewarding. On the next Sona, I'll invite friends to the nearest bar.