Cut the Bullshit

Cut it short and simple.

Why does Davao badly needs the D's?

Short and simple: Davao is no Makati

Davao needs no hypocritical utopia. A city that lies in a place where almost all kinds of vices exist. Mindanao... an archipelago where terrorism and communism are constant threats plus the flattery of being one of the most lucrative black market in SouthEast Asia. When justice is cured from being a one-eyed hawk partially blind for the crawling minute creature  called mass; then by all means, we will embrace the clean-cut and English-speaking politicians in business suit. But for now, give us Duterte's or give us death. Death in its most undignified form.

Davao City seen by my empirical eyes alone, is one of the few if not the only city in Mindanao with a huge migrant population. Western and Northwestern inhabitants mostly settled in this city to live in peace and escape the crippling violence and terror of their own hometowns and provinces. While, people from the Eastern Coasts transferred here to exit the equally crippling stagnant poverty due to unemployment, poor education, and excruciating slow-motioned turtle-walk known as progress. Davao City is like a single oasis  for a desert as large as Mindanao. It provides better education which is the initial and ultimate earthly liberation, at least for me and for some other thousands. It provides employment from blue to white collar jobs. An oasis indeed. It gives security like no place else. A much better home not far away from home. And why is Davao able to sustain and secure such amount of bushes for the hungry and springs for the thirsty? Simple: we have a leader not a trapo.

We are in constant need of a leader who doesn't sit in a luxurious four-walled snob palace chit-chatting with the press advertising their dogma's, or a politician who is always sporting his pathetic colonial head in a well-tailored suit shaking hands and flashing a rotten personality in a well-pasted smile during dinners and galas. Who knows what happens next? Maybe a party somewhere in Torres with some lady-companions disguised as ______ scholars. Or a motion picture of a man chasing his lover in hell's hallway all in their gross nudity. Stinks. Well, keeping on track and staying away from the "saydbit", we want a leader who feels for his/her people. A leader who long knows that that constitution somewhere inside the dilapidated library of legislators, never seemed to be compatible with the ugly realities and the court of justice hears only the voice of the rich and powerful. We will follow and be loyal to a leader who deals with each stain using complementing books. One is the one made by some fine statesmen and the other is encrypted by the wisdom of a great mentor, experience of reality (harsh reality). A leader who knows how to handle diplomatic bound-by-the-thing-called-law tasks and of course, who would dare not recognize the dirty works that needs cleaning. A knowing mind and an iron fist. That's what it takes to be a leader here in this forgotten and forsaken place called Mindanao. Cut it short and simple: We have the best, why change?

Now that Commission on Human Rights and other venues that were supposedly built to cater for the oppressed and belittled, are depriving us with the security blanket we're enjoying. This only cemented my take that CHR was created to shout on how authorities handle the savage terrorists, communist and criminals. No worries to say it. After all, how much fretting could you do with this damn pea-size hope left. When hundreds of people were killed in series of bombings in Mindanao including Davao City, when millions of lives were in jeopardy because of security threats; we didn't hear a single voice shouting human rights for the victims. We don't need you and your nose here in our place pretending to care. We need the only institution whose heart is beating with us. The Duterte Institution. We respect and we are loyal to that institution because they as well, respect and are loyal to the mandate of their people. The mandate to lead us. This mutual respect will never be eliminated once it reached the only entombment that symbolizes freedom: the ballot box. Not even signed and sealed verdicts from the court of the rich and powerful nor black propaganda from one-hell-of-a-king. To cut this short and simple: they have the mandate of the people. The epitome of democracy.

PS: I wrote this song with a background music.... I shot the sherrif.