Written by Rey David A. Gayas
The darkest of times begin when there is a death of communication. Ideologies in the ancient period are solely imprinted through the marketplaces, the pulpits available thereon, and inside the theaters. At present, we can even make a conversation to the other side of the world. I cannot imagine myself losing a cellphone these days, with my stay in the seminary as an exception. Debates are now done online with keyboard warriors and meme gladiators.
Tragic, that in these trying times with so much media, communication is harder, for we still even need to think twice, whether the idea is true.
Knowledge is now a commodity. So much for the vloggers riding with the elections both for information and misinformation. So much for the media wanting to trend and monetize a news flash. Then, many would follow like flies buzzing around for the hype.
Sadly, we Filipinos force fit or tailor cut the truth to our own necessity. Illustrating this, imagine how many believed an incumbent politician saying “para sa pagbabago” or “level up na serbisyo” when in fact, they were the ones seated in governance. To think the audacity of saying leveling up is only when election comes and not during incumbency, acting upon it beforehand. What an idea!
Aswangs maybe were too real, but here I am, writing about them. Yes, I saw them chanting last 10:00 p.m. They were circling around, shouting while policemen waited for their prowl, which in turn I do not know why. They were shouting in unison, wearing the same-colored shirts their leaders designate, angry and hungry, as I almost ran because more and more, I felt they wanted me to join them or eat my flesh making me rot. Be wary in the streets of Manila.
THE BARRISTER 