Issue of February 3, 2019

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Change is here, but for the likes of me, it remains the same

In an interview by CNN, the top honcho of the IBM (International Business Machines), a woman, made the observation that technology is moving so fast, a lot of people are being left behind.

A good number, alas, are adults. The question is asked, if any kid can do it, why can’t others?

Well, kids seem to have a knack for gadgets, and they adapt to it like ducks take to water, pardon the parallelism, or would you rather say, “like boys find skirts irresistible.”

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Rich, poor, Makati-based or billiard hall habitue, young, bending, healthy or wheelchair-bound, a cellphone has become more of a necessity than a car, and you can park it inside your pocket.

Like me for example, while my cellphone is the first thing I pick up when venturing outside, feeling naked without it, I use the phone only to call or answer calls. I do not know how to text, and I have no idea how to unlock it if my phone accidentally locks.

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It’s easy to learn, my two boys tell me, but I don’t need to or care to. I want to hear the voice at the other side and of the line, hear his laughter, or share his sorrow. There is nothing cryptic about two people carrying on a conversation.

Text messages can be salacious when exchanging messages about girls, but talking about them can be open season, with no intention to offend their sensibilities or hurt their feelings.

Marlo’s wife (fictitious actually) is excitingly seductive, but best to keep our desires to ourselves. No texting, no open talking of Tulisanes y Tangenots. More later.

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“Suckers are born every minute,” the master showman P.T. Barnum said during his time, still another said – there are only two kinds of people walking the earth, and not only the good and the bad (a lot of ugly though) but those who were born to be a fool or be fooled, the suave of tongue, and the gullible.

And how did the Ibaloys in Baguio lose their lands when they speak the king’s language like it were a second dialect to them?

It’s because, as my late nephew Bembo Afable loved to say, they are natives without the T – and gullible therefore.

Serves them right, my forebears, for their lack of foresight.

Oh well, at least they were able to live well – eating, drinking, gambling, eating again, and again.

Women, I guess that goes without saying, wiped them clean afterwards.

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But back to the two kinds. Between his tribal brothers from the north and the Ibaloy, I suppose you already know the answer.

Between women from the south, or closer to home, Manila, and the macho (or is that mucho) Ibaloy, yes, that’s right, the answer is the same.

Ah, but for all his woes, and joys, no one is happier than the Ibaloy.

All the rest will jump off rooftops once trouble come to their lives, but the Ibaloy?

You will need a herd of horses to drag him up the stairs.

Besides, the elevator is faster, less tiresome too. Just kidding. The Ibaloy has no Japanese blood running through his veins but yes – the Japanese Torogis are the smartest of the lot.

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Remember Jojo Binay in 2016? He was a foot away from Malacañang, until he was pulled back by all the exposés against him.

In the race for the Baguio mayoralty, nearly the same thing is happening.

Unless his opponents work double time, 2020 will mark the start of Baguio as the gambling haven of the north.

I beg the Baguio electorate, forget the smiles, the visits, and the handshakes.

And I will share a secret with you. Your choice actually is which is the lesser evil. And the other thing to consider is – who has lived in Baguio all his life, who knows and understands the city’s needs, and how to get Baguio folks to come together so that the problem(s) can be addressed and solutions provided. Check the background of the individual candidate, vote for one who will put the city before himself, the citizens of Baguio before his own tribe.

Remember that even the devil can disguise himself as an angel, and so I urge the Catholic Church and their faithful, the Iglesia ni Cristo to smite this Lucifer before it is too late.

If this guy I speak of is elected mayor, I will leave the city. You should too. But there is still time, and it should be the women of Baguio who should lead the charge.

Ask around, this candidate will likely turn your city into a city of crime, because he will get his usual share from the proceeds. They say he will be worse than his predecessor. Please people, all you need to do is open your eyes.

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Rene Cortes is walking on air, not because of his camara shoes, but because surveys show Domogs is in third place in the congressional battle. But don’t count him out. No one has yet managed to beat him. So, it will be a double victory for the eventual winner.

Anyway, between the two candidates, it will go down to records.

Kung Hei Fat Choy and Happy Valentines!

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Postscript to change and technology:

Unlike in the past where you needed a dip-loma to apply for a good enough or well-paying job, and later on be promoted to a higher position, say a manager or vice president for some other company branch, the trend now no longer requires a college degree.

Skills is what software and other technological corporations are looking for.

Here the Filipino is unique. Academics wise, he can cope with the best of them.

But the unlearned, many of them, seem to be gifted with certain skills that are being sought by American and Middle East companies.

The trouble is that when they begin to earn good money, they forget the value of education, and that smarts no longer count.

Not so. True, great imagination and skilled hands are important for employment in today’s modern technological world, but money isn’t everything.

Life without books and literature is an empty one.

I have nothing but admiration for the Filipino for both the thinking and working class, but at times they get too cocky for their own good.

I condemn, however, the Tulisanes who are of a different breed.

Three genders we now have, and three types of Pinoys are likewise here – the good, the bad, and the ugly bad.

Their lifestyle betrays them, and we can only pray that sooner, and not later, there will be a day of reckoning.

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