[Filipino Fallacy] Fumbling Down the Yellow Brick Road

Ruffy Biazon is a sorry excuse for a leader. Or, an exemplary model of leadershit.

Another appointee of this supposed renaissance of a regime falls by the wayside instead of finishing their purported Tuwid na Daan. The thing about straight paths is that even though they aren't crooked, the direction to which they lead to would always be in question. Road to ruin? That remains to be seen. But, that's a story for a different time.

For as long as I could, I tried to stay away from political topics because I'm not too keen on discussing issues of that regard. I hate politics in every form, there's always going to be a loser no matter what. I became irked at the sight of a short article in today's paper that detailed Ruffy Biazon's Sanctuary. I mean, he has always been an eyesore in the news and everything he has done has been abhorent but this just drove me to the edge. If you had to look at a bathroom mirror routinely to check if you have lost your soul, then there shouldn't be any question that you have lost your mind.

Leadership means not having to make excuses for your actions, not taking credit for anyone else's and taking accountability for everything done on your watch. The Customs has always been infamously dirty, that's why it's a favorite position for many people to be appointed to. The reasons for his resignation are a pathetic excuses of someone who doesn't want to get caught in the middle of the crossfire. It would be akin to a general retreating while the war was still raging on. For someone who has spent a lot of time in the House of Representatives, he should know better. He plays the "Biazon" card so much it should be banned. These legacy politicians seem so spoiled; they always use their lineage's merits to pad their sense of entitlement when they should be standing on their own. If his father had a good track record, then that shouldn't reflect with him. He smeared his own name. He made the choices that he made.

On top of that, his expose of the goings-on and internal corruption of the post that he has left behind would be reserved for a book that he will publish in the future. So, he wants to be financially compensated for something that he should be exposing today. That makes as much sense as him having been appointed the position in the first place.

This pathetic charade of how people should feel sorry for him shouldn't hold up. The Filipino people are better than that, and these politicians think of us as fools that they could string around. He had the highest position in the Bureau and he allowed people who are supposed to be beneath him to bully him around? Please. Things are not cut and dry like that but at least he should have the decency to shed some light on what went on.

This administration has been built on the backs of legacies. They are falling apart because their mommies and daddies aren't there anymore to catch them before they fall. Boo-hoo. So, goodbye Ruffy Biazon, hopefully forever. If you couldn't take the heat then you shouldn't have accepted being placed in the frying pan, you spineless coward.

A New Directive

To start off the new year, I have decided to undertake a new direction for this blog. From here on, I want to get the chance to explore the various fallacies that Filipinos make -- it can be specific or otherwise.

I am proud to be a Filipino, that's why I am saddened whenever I see qualities that reflect badly on us as a race. Any of the views expressed here will not be presented as facts but merely as views by one person. Entries are not meant to spark up debates, rather they are meant to start conversations. Let us change the way we are so that we could grow together.

New Year's (P)resolutions

Year in and year out, people always make it a point to list down things that they want to change or improve upon in their lives. Some are trivial while some are literally life-changing. Some succeed, some succeed to some extent, while most people just forget about the things they listed down. Last year I made a huge leap a day after the Mayan Apocalypse, and to say that it changed my life is a terrible understatement.

I created a Facebook account.

For years, I have managed to avoid the service altogether but I did take the plunge days before a new year. That's beside the point. I am a chronic non-completer in terms of New Year's Resolutions. I can't help it, it's just how I was built. That one instance a year ago is the only recent resolution that I have ever followed through on.

I could easily identify these past couple of years by labels -- the year of change, the year of deconstruction, the year of rebuilding, and so forth. I've always tried to get a handle of everything, set a measure for every single thing in my life.

So, I'm throwing away past conventions. Saying that my New Year's Resolution is to not have a New Year's Resolution is becoming too commonplace, and it's way to easy to perform. What I want to do is to make a resolution before I'm supposed to. I want to flip my fears and insecurities on its head and just dive head first. It's not about being reckless, it's about being carefree.

Years ago, I would be too worried what people might think when they read this post, how my writing would be judged or whether or not they would like it. The fear crippled me in a way that I hadn't thought to comprehend. It's debilitating and I'm tired of it. I always ended up being too overwhelmed that it prevented me from ever writing anything. It's the small details that kill you in the end, is what applied, I think.

Just before I'm supposed to, I'm leaving those fears behind. Bring wrong grammars and constantly repeating words. Goodbye metrics and conventions, your presences have been felt but I'm taking off without you.

Farewell, "Year of Change." Hello, "Year of I-won't-even-bother-naming-you."