Archive for January, 2011
It appears that accepting the post of Chief of Staff, Armed Forces of the Philippines, may be likened to signing a hockey contract, with a signing bonus to boot.
Moreover, the Chief gets a doggie bag when they leave the Captains’ Table.
The signing bonus, according to testimonies, is P50 million, converted to dollars. And the doggie bag is also more than enough to keep him wagging his tail.
(frankly, I do believe that the Philippine Army is too large, and perhaps, too ineffective. What do the Roman Senatus do to reward their generals? They give them land to farm! Think about it!)
Another significant question that could be asked is : which ordnance stockpile did this mortar round originate? Were there arms merchants (like Matanglawin’s Mr. Guday) at work here?
The bombers appear to be in a terrible hurry to get down the bus. Was the bomb triggered by a timer instead of a cell phone? The elements of the country, have they learned how to make IED’s? From whom?
Another scenario comes to mind, that of wagging the dog.
It may even be a combination of the three scenarios; terrorism, diversion, and wagging the dog.
Who let the dogs out?
It might very well be…..
that the Philippine National police is chasing wild horses.
I know that some American short story writer wrote about somebody named ‘Flem’who sold a herd of wild horses to the townsfolk.
And since the horses were wild, the townsfolk spent a lot of their time chasing after the horses all over town.
Now the PNP may just be chasing wild horses in the persona of muslims who may have been thought of bombing a bus.
It would have been funnier if they confide in us that they were actually chasing rainbows.
Now why would terrorists bomb a bus with only that many occupants?
And why would carnappers slay a car dealer if the latter does not agree to sell a vehicle to the former? And then burn the vehicle afterwards?
(now I remember… the short story was titled, “Spotted Horses”, and the author was William Faulkner)
This explains why I forward jokes..
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble… At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, ‘Excuse me, where are we?’‘This is Heaven, sir,’ the man answered.. ‘Wow! Would you happen to have some water?’ the man asked.Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up. ‘The man gestured, and the gate began to open.‘Can my friend,’ gesturing toward his dog, ‘come in, too?’ the traveler asked..
‘I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.’The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.‘Excuse me!’ he called to the man. ‘Do you have any water?’ ‘Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.’
‘How about my friend here?’ the traveler gestured to the dog.
‘There should be a bowl by the pump.’They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree..‘What do you call this place?’ the traveler asked.‘This is Heaven,’ he answered. ‘Well, that’s confusing,’ the traveler said. ‘The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.’‘Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.. That’s hell.’‘No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.’
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
‘Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?’
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don’t know what, and don’t know how, you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke.
Maybe this will explain.
So, next time if you get a joke, don’t think that you’ve been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you’ve been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime.
(sent in by Dony Koh)
Former carnappers with police records complain that the they are first ones the police apprehend after a carnapping incident!
Of course! Isn’t this the logical and regular police procedure? They never shoulda dun it in the first place, carnapping, I mean.
Frankly now, they would be a very good source of information, no?
Right now it is a matter of whether the police get to the car-dealers killers first before these killers get to the people who can rat on them.
By the way, wasn’t Bubby Dacer’s body found burnt with rubber tires, too?
The random bombing of the Newman Bus may be a manifestation of either a message of impunity or a diversion related to the events that transpired recently.
Whatever it is supposed to achieve, the aim is to discredit the government and its security forces, including the PNP.
The Hongkong authorities have subpoenaed a whole lot of Filipinos in connection to their forensic re-examination of the bodies of the hostage incident in the Philippines.
This is a highly irregular diplomatic practice and does not constitute good protocol between countries with good relations. This would also imply that Hongkong refutes the exhaustive investigation and examination of the IRRC.
The Philippine Government has sent them the complete transcripts and duplicates regarding the incident. Besides, the HK Forensics did their work in the country already. What appears to Filipinos is that Hongkong is rubbing it in. The Philippines has gone down so low as to apologize to Hongkong and its people, even if the government really had nothing to do with the slaying of the hostages. It appears also that the goodwill and the sympathies of the Filipino people have been set aside and a simple statement by HK is declared that the Filipinos have goofed in the investigation and that the Chinese would have done better.
This decision of the Hongkong Chinese people to undertake their own inquiry on the subject is not good in any way one may look at it. What sympathies that the Filipinos may have for the Hongkong Chinese may turn to enmity against the Chinese people, both in Hongkong and in the Philippines.
The Filipinos do not turn a deaf ear to what has been transpiring as vengeful attitudes of the Hongkong Chinese to the Filipino OFW’s. This vengeful attitude may happen both ways. In the side of the Philippines, it may be against the resident Chinese, and it may also be something that the good Teresita Ang See will not be able to stem,
Perhaps the Chinese in Hongkong should not take the Filipinos for granted, else the Filipinos will do likewise and start putting them in Parians again.
If Hongkong wants more compensation for the slain hostages, they should do so by asking for it directly, and not by indirect insulting propositions.
The air has warmed up a bit. This is good skiing weather. The irresistibility of sliding down a mountain on skis is starting to gnaw on one’s psyche. Pretty soon, a lot of skiers will bring their skis up the slopes to battle the mountains for the prize of skiing to the bottom without a topple. Such is the call of the slopes.
The Call of the Slopes
The snow has packed the slopes this week
And beckons to the nimble of feet.
The ankle has healed remarkably well,
A tribute to the physios, bones did meld.
Hi-yo Silver, my skis in tow
To yonder slopes my legs doth go.
Up, up and away, then down any which way,
If both ankles don’t give way!
A surprising lady, this Julia, showing on stage more of her sing-and-dance talents…
(she’s getting there. the illusory effects and the extra people on stage may not have been necessary. but she’s getting there.)
Carnappers steal cars.
Car Dealers sell cars.
And therein lies the connection.
The rash of carnapper violonce against the car dealers is a tribute to good police work against carnapping. The heat is on. Car dismantling shops have been busted by the police. The carnappers then resort to selling smuggled cars instead.
Car Dealers can certify to the “legality” of the stolen or smuggled cars by providing the required certificates for registration. But the Customs Bureau is being extra diligent in prosecuting smuggled car certificates.
So the squeeze is on. The Car Dealers are probably hesitating to certify and/or sell smuggled cars because of the squeeze.
The carnappers are now saddled with unsaleable and hot smuggled cars, and are out to eradicate people who are able to put the finger on them.
The Death Sentence may not be required to curb the rash in violence. It may take too long to re-institute. Perhaps a suspension of the Writ of Habeas Corpus for carnappers is in order.
(for those who do not speak his language, he bemoans the fact that there is an exodus of young people to the cities, abandoning the farms and the rice planting livelihood they should have inherited.)
Planting rice is never fun,
bent from morn till the set of sun,
cannot stand and cannot sit,
cannot rest for a little bit.
The Hole Called Black
We have round holes, square holes, deep holes, shallow holes, holes on the ground holes on the wall, and so forth.
We have them in all shapes and sizes and all locations and descriptions. But we have only one hole which we call Black.
Why do we call this hole black? This is because we cannot see it. Gazing up the sky, we cannot see the hole.
We see only black on where it is. If we cannot see it, how do we know that it is there. We know it is there because something
gives the hint that it is there.
Let me put it this way——In the game of Hide-and-Go-Seek, and if you are the “it” guy, you would know that there are people there
hiding. The faint rustle in the bush, the subdued cough, and the controlled snickers all give us hints that there are people there.
As for this Hole we call Black, the strange and hectic swirling of stars around a certain unseen point provide the clue that there is an Invisible energy there pulling the stars in an eddy, like a tornado, or water in a vortex.
Could we not have used night vision filters to turn the area green, or infra-red filters to show blackened shapes and silhouettes, or
ultraviolet filters if there are such things to see the Black Hole? No, it would not do much good to show the Black Hole. This is because a Black Hole possesses that much energy to prevent light from escaping so anything that uses light to see will not work to show the Hole. In fact, I think it may not even be a hole.
Holes in the ground are known to have a bottom. Either that, or as the old saying goes, if the hole is dug deep enough, one can come
Out somewhere in Australia. Goodness, imagine the problem of Customs trying to validate a multitude of kangaroos coming out
from the resulting hole. All kidding aside, if one looks through a hole, one should see something at the other side. This Hole we call
Black does not seem to have an end at the other side. There might not even be another side through it. If there is none, then it is not a Hole.
And everything that the Hole swallows stays inside it. If everything that it swallows go through it like a hole, then the hole
must connect through to another universe. This just throws into chaos the theory of the Big Bang, in that matter would not have come from the singular point but from a leak from another universe.
Now, for the sake of reference, let us call this The Black Hole. This has gravitational energy so strong it stops light from coming through.
It comes from the collapse of a star that has exhausted its supply of hydrogen for burning.
How does the Black Hole able to capture a planet and shrink it to the size of a ball?
After the collapse of a star, the matter in it is so dense that gravity, or magnetism, becomes so strong that huge planets and even stars, millions of stars are engulfed. This is so because the denser the matter is, the more gravitational attraction it will exude.
But this may be explained by Chemistry. Trust me in this. I have had two teachers to teach me Chemistry 101. The first teacher had her fill of my inabilities and promptly gave me a failing grade. The second teacher said, “What the heck!”, and promptly gave me a passing grade because there was a big chance that I will be in his class that next semester and that he cannot tolerate.. When I recall these, I get the queasy feeling that they did not really appreciate the brilliancy in my noggin. Trust me, trust me! I have had twice the lectures in Chemistry :lol:
Anyway, the Hydrogen atom has one electron spinning around a nucleus, very much like the moon orbiting the earth, and the earth orbiting the sun. Between the moon and the earth, there is a very great distance, very much like a great distance between the earth and the sun, and between the electron and the proton. Traversing this distance is the binding energy of the proton, similar to the gravitational attraction of the earth and the sun. If this atttraction become so great, the moon will fall to the earth and they will stick together, the electron and the proton will stick together, and so forth.
When the vast energy of the Black Hole captures a star, the star is compacted so much as to fill in the distance between electrons and nucleus. In other words, imagine the star as a can of pop and the Black Hole is the hand that crunches the star. It is the filling up of the gaps inside the atoms that enables the Black Hole to compress matter.
It follows therefore that when matter is captured by a Black Hole, its nuclear components are compacted so much that there can be no movement. There can be no vibration by the elements, no frequency generated, and light is prevented from shining. The center of the compacted mass becomes the point of extreme attraction. If a reverse attraction happens, or an explosion occurs like a Big Bang, this center of the compacted mass may be considered as the point of singularity.
In other words, the Big Bang did not come from nothing, and the point of origin or singularity is the center of the compacted mass.
That is, if the universe actually oscillates from explosion to implosion, or the Bang then the collapse.
(to be continued elsewhere)