The current Red Cross debacle in the Abu Sayaff infested region reminds me of the Circuit City where I buy my electronics and entertainment needs but also, the Go kart circuit near my place of work. In a Go cart circuit. I feel that the place is nothing a few square meters of track but the chase doesn’t seem to end. The race becomes monotonous after a few laps but the race nonetheless needs to go on. In the Abu Sayaff country, the place is also just a few thousand hectares but the soldiers can’t seem to find the enemy despite having been around it several times. Of course, reality is a lot more complicated than theory but I just can’t help but feel disappointed.
One of the most moving speeches that I've read. During grade school, this was the most often recited elocution piece in my school. Here it is, the text of Raul Manglapus' Land of Bondage, Land of the Free. Land of Bondage, Land of the Free By Raul Manglapus And yet, ladies and gentlemen, the tao is constitutionally free! No wonder, then, that the tao being a slave has acquired the habits of a slave. No wonder that after three centuries in chains, without freedom, without hope, he should lose the erect and fearless posture of a freeman, and become the bent, misshapen, indolent, vicious, pitiful thing that he is! Who dares accuse him now? Who dares rise up in judgement against this man, reduced to this subhuman level by three centuries of oppession? Ladies and gentlemen the tao does not come here tonight to be judged -- but to judge! Hear then his accusation and his sentence: I indict the Spanish encomendero for inventing taxes impossible to pay! I indict the usurer for s...
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