After nine slong years and while steaming un-restfully at church for the past few days, I’ve been getting more than frustrated, nay, angry at TPTB. My anger has once again manifested as `Philippine death toll rises, as new storms brew`. A particular bank happens to be headquartered in Metro Manila. I was thinking about Makati instead but a particular city does start with the letter `M`.
I recalled the struggle of my Filipino people, who work as apple pickers here in America and were housed in little houses. But since the Filipinos are already used to living in such horrid conditions, they worked hard like any ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS, who have successfully put their children to college.
Now on the recent news about Obama’s health care insurance reform bill, I take offense at other ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS get better treatment and possibly free health care in the form of socialized, government-controlled system. While watching a cable news, an advocate for IMMIGRANTS include the ability to buy into affordable capitalistic heath care, which makes more sense.
What makes the difference between ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS from Mexico and the Philippines is that the Mexicans are violent, killers with gang-like mentality. So I would advocate NOT to give the American’s taxes in the form of government subsidies, such as health care, which is already implemented through the emergency room.
Anyway, my other story comes from a conversation with a couple of older Filipino parishioners a few weeks ago. It is with disappointment to learn that Filipinos working overseas have built a naughty reputation for stealing everything in hotels, from picture frames to towels and down to the bars of soap and toilet paper, too!
In another related story, I see the same struggle from one of my cousin, who showed one of her many provocative photos (which I once posted via my Flickr.com account) and her story of doing business with a foreigner, a German man, who was married and whose wife called one day, only to be intercepted by my cousin, who had to let the man go. In return she got jewelry. For me, that was a sad trade-off.
And all this for survival. And like my cousin’s poor plight, it was all for naught: my goodness to help those people from that `similar` international bank will NOT go FORGOTTEN!
During my last and final vacation in the Philippines back in 1996, I recall seeing one of my cousin’s plastic cards with the numbers towards the top. On the lower left hand corner of that card, I see her married name and below that line read: FOUNDER. The card is issued by CITIGROUP, another entity of my PERSONAL INTEREST, only in another Muslim nation westward of the Philippines.
So all the pieces will fall in place – in due time.
