“Luzviminda, wake up. Don’t lose your mind.” FREDDIE AGUILAR in “Luzviminda” song
By Alex P. Vidal
Several months after the looting of our natural treasury via “pork barrel” scam was exposed, the gangsters and hoodlums in the SIN-nate and House of Representa-THIEVES have not been placed behind bars despite the formal filing of plunder cases against them by the Department of Justice before the Office of the Ombudsman.
Chances are, many of them will even manage to get off the hook and continue to laugh their way to the banks– given the apparent squalid and rotten type of justice system we are having in this country.
They have already stolen billions of pesos of taxpayers money and built mansions left and right; deposited wads of cash using fictitious names if not dummies in different banks here and abroad; collected mistresses like they gathered souvenir items; acquired jewelry and fleet of expensive cars; and amassed mind-boggling wealth at the expense of ordinary laborers and other low-paying hand-to-mouth workers who break their bones and risk their lives to eke out a decent living, but continue to wallow in abject poverty.
They are still scot-free; some of them even appear on radio and TV talk shows laughing and giggling as if they have attained the status of rock star celebrities. They continue to make junkets abroad as if they are pristine and immaculate statesmen. Thieves and idiots in coat and tie representing the Philippines in conventions and shaking hands in photo-ops with state leaders from all over the world.
No arrest means no justice served. Justice delayed is justice denied. When justice is on death throes, democracy will die. A dead democracy means a decaying society.
A mass of silent but angry majority is getting impatient. Their disgust is slowly developing into a lava that threatens to overflow and cascade; a social volcano itching to erupt at any given time. Bastille circa 2014?
“Bread, more bread, and not so many words” was the battlecry of Paris women while heckling the National Assembly before the French Revolution.
In social media, gatherings of opinion makers and kibitzers, barber shops, coffee shops and student fora, emotions flare up; people cannot countenance the brazenness and blatant display of arrogance and insensitivity of crooks in government who continue to commit pillage notwithstanding the public flak and uproar hammered out by the non-stop anti-“pork barrel” publicity.
Even ordinary people in the streets are belting out this philosophical question: “Can you hear the drums, Fernando?”
Drums goading citizens to wake up and hear the sirens of mass movement; to rise up against tyrants and hooligans holding key and powerful positions in the Kingdom of Pork Barrel.
ABBA sank a deep message in the heart in a song:
“Can you hear the drums Fernando?
Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
I can see it in your eyes. How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land.
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando.”