Manila Mourn

#101: How Ms. Stardust Mourns

I'm not just mourning the loss of my camera. (Although thinking about it makes me want to wail and moan like Chewbacca getting chained by the neck.) I'm mourning the state of this country. Today is our President's State of the Nation Address or what we call "S.O.N.A." But instead of listening to it on TV, I went to the sauna to sweat the toxins out of my body. (If only sweating the toxins out of this country was as easy.) I want no more of her lies. I couldn't bring myself to listen to one who has lied not once, but at least twice, to the people she's supposed to serve. I'm not one to say that she should step down and be replaced by character X or character Y. I honestly can't think of anyone who could lead this country out of this mess. I just couldn't swallow the complete lack of honor in her bones, both in word and in deed. I couldn't shake the thought of her husband (or her husband's brother... or whoever Jose Pidal really is) getting fat on bribes that further facilitate the shameless stealing from the plates of Filipinos. And I won't even talk about the accusations against the President's son and husband on illegal gambling. I'll choke. On tears. I'll just block them all off and think about something less painful than the state of our country. Ah yes. I'll just think about my missing camera. While getting a facial and a massage.