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Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform beat up a defenseless 56 year old man and his 14 year old son.

Okay. i just happened to read a blog entry of a friend who posted a chain-message/blog post, about a 56year old man and his 14 year old son who got beated to a pulp by Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and their gang of men.

And seriously, politicians have been pissing me off a long time ago. The kiss-the-peoples-ass speeches every elections, the dirty politics, the mind games, the works. But never, I had seen such rudeness, brutality, and shameful will of act.

Seriously, this man, with all his comrade involved on that beat up should be buried in the ground, only his head shown. Where everyone, I mean everyone who has the same sympathy I had for the family of the victim of the beat up; can freely spit on his face and anyone who wishes to throw a bowling ball right straight to his face would be our pleasure and delight.

Here; is a detailed statement by Bambee, daughter of the 56 year old man who got beat the hell up by those nasty politicians who thinks being elected to a public office makes them somewhat a God and us, the lower class of people are their slaves.

For god’s sake please spread her story. Re post her blog post and tell everyone to do the same. We need right now massive propaganda so that all people would know what a lowlife a politician can become.


Friday, December 26, 2008

The world has gone crazy.

So, I just had the worst day of my life.At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.

This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.

My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they’re with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn’t give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head…“Sorry na po, sorry na po…tama na…tama na po…” With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.

Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: “Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!” And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He’s the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He’s the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He’s a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.

I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: “Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta’y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?”

The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, “Tatandaan kita!” And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother’s bad for defending his father?!

We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he’s dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face “they’re beating my father up and you want me to stop?!” I pull at his shirt–I don’t let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn’t even see my brother getting beat up.

People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.

My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino’s right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor’s bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. “Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila…Maam…umalis na po kayo please…”

I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn’t do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.

Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn’t it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother’s ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.

The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.

Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.

Read it, and re-post if you want.


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Merry Christmas?

ano ibig sabihin nsayo ng pasko?
habang nanonood ka ng paborito mong palabas, at ang iba ay namamalimos sa labas..

habang sa sine ay pumipila, at ang iba sa NFA rice umaasa..

shopping sa mall, at ang iba wala kahit kohol..

humihiling ng bagong PSP at bagong CP, habang ang iba’y solve na sa pancit canton..

gustong gumala dahil walang magawa, habang nagugutom ang maraming manggagawa..

shot muna ng redhorse habang marami ang hikahos..

yosi muna sa tabi, habang parami ng parami ang pulubi?
ano nga ba ang kaibahan ng kasiyahan sa kaligayahan?


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Adding insults to injury : Iraqi journalist fires shoes at Bush!

Minsanan lang dumating sa isang tao ang isang napaka gandang oportunidad. At dapat, kapag nakita mo ang pagkakataong ito..Yakapin mo at kunin. Minsan lang ang gantong pagkakataon.

At dahil dyan..

Isang taas kamaong pagpupugay kay Muntadar al-Zeidi. Sa kanyang paninindigan at buong lakas ng loob na pagbato ng kanyang dalawang sapatos kay outgoing US President George W. Bush.

Hindi man tumama ang pares na sapatos kay Bush(na hinihiling natin na sanay tinamaan sya). Ay malinaw paring naipahayag ni Al-Zeidi ang mensaheng nais nyang iparating. Sa pagitan ng dalawang pagbato ay isang pulitikal na mensahe : “This is a farewell kiss, you dog!” Ang unang kataga matapos ang unang pagtangkang patamaan sa muka ang Imperyalistang lider. At kasama ng hinanakit ng lahat ng mga namatay sa Iraq dahil sa gyera at pagsakop na ginawa ng rehimeng Bush, ang walang kamatayan na : “This is from the widows, the orphans and those who were killed in Iraq!” halos pasumpa nang ibinigkas, nasaklaw nito hindi lang ang mga namatay na Iraqi kungdi pati narin ang mga namatay na sundalo ng Amerika dahil sa walang kwentang gyera. Kamatayan sa ilalim ng pasista at imperyalistang rehimen ni George W. Bush.

Hindi lang basta basta ordinaryong tapang ang ipinakita ng batang journalista kungi napakalaking apog o bayag (sa termino ng mga maton..) para gawin ang isang bagay na halos “suicide” kung ituring. Ngunit hindi sya pinanghinaan ng loob at nangibabaw parin ang pagkamuhi nya sa Pasistang President ng Amerika. Na nagugat sa pansariling interes ng Amerika at panghihimasok sa National affairs ng Iraq.

Nararapat lamang na bigyan natin ng papugay ang kanyang ginawang pagkabayani. #

Sick and tired dancing to the tune of Gloria’s ChaCha


Yan ang pangunahing tema sa isa sa pinakamalawak na pagkilos ng mamamayan para sa taong 2008. Masasabing ang inter-faith prayer rally na ginanap sa Ayala nito lang December 12 ang isa sa mga pinakamalaking mobilisasyon ng masa laban sa gasgas at atrasadong rehimen ni Gloria Macapagal Arroyo at ng kanyang isinusulong na Cha-Cha. Mula sa ibat ibang sektor mula sa mga makabayang estudyante, manggagawa at unyonista, magsasaka, madre at pari, mga propesyunal tulad ng mga guro at abugado at maging ng mga pulitiko tulad ng mga senador at kongresista at iba pang sektor ng lipunan.

Sa kabila ng pagkakaiba iba ng paniniwala, paninindigan at ideolohiya ng mga dumalo. Mayroon parin silang pagkakatulad : Ang kanilang masalimuot na pagkamuhi sa isinusulong na Charter Change ng rehimeng Arroyo para ma extend ang kanyang termino lampas sa 2010. Bagkus ipinagpipilitan ng gobyerno na gusto nilang isulong ang ChaCha para lang sa reporma sa ating ekonomiya, hindi maiaalis na ang pangunahing layon nito ay ang term-extension. Dahil di lingid sa kanilang kaalaman na oras na bumaba sa Malacanang at pagka Presidente si Macapagal-Arroyo, ay kakaharapin nito ang di mabilang bilang na kaso sa paglabag ng karapatang pantao at mismo, kakaharapin nya ang galit ng mlawak na masang Anakpawis na ni katiting na kaunlaran ay walang naramdaman sa ilalim ng kanyang rehimen.



Charity Season*

I had just finished reading a blog post of  a friend. And I cant agree more on the things she had said. Why the hell, that only this holiday seasons, charity works becomes a fad. Para bang kailangan pa natin maghintay ng pasko para tulungan ang mga mahihirap. And to also add that majority of those charities cant happen without the help of the lens of cameras. Its like being kind is becoming just an act. A play we all try to portray. Para bang hindi matutuwa ang mga donors kung hindi sila kukunan ng litrato habang ipinapakita kung gaano kalaki ang kanyang donasyon o ambag.

The thought that my dood’s tryin to tell is simple. Dont wait for christmas to do your charity works. Dahil hindi lang sa pasko makikita ang mga naghihirap kungdi sa pang araw araw na buhay. At iyo ang realidad.

So here’s my dood’s blog enty. taken from her blogger :

Charity Season

December 22, 2008 at 10:25 am (Rants, deadly..) (, , , , )

Alam niyo bang sobrang naiinis ako? Tama bang gawing dahilan ang Pasko para gumastos ng malaki at pinagkagastusan lang naman pala ay isang malaking “Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon” na banner. Or ‘yung bago daw sa lugar ni Bayani Fernando, yung malaking mukha niya ng asawa niya sa katawan ng sirena at “sireno?”. Magkano kaya ang nagastos nila dun? Malamang malaki laki din yun. Nakakainis!

Pasko, tuwing Pasko lang ba dapat nagbibigayan? Nagmamahalan? Hindi. Kasi kung tuwing Pasko lang magaganap ang mga nabanggit ko. Kaplastikan ang tawag dun, kaibigan. Isang malaking kaTOKWAHAN!!!!! [para sa mga nakaka-alam ng tokwa, sige lang, isiwalat niyo ang katumbas na mura niyan.]

Ipokrita ako kung sasabihin kong nagdodonate ako taon taon dahil gusto ko, dahil ang katotohanan niyan, noong highschool ako, nagdodonate lang ako kasi kinakailangan, inoobliga kaming mga estudyante ng eskwelahan namin para magdonate ng mga bagay bagay na may pakinabang pa. Damit, de lata, libro at cash donations.  Pero noong 4th year highschool ako, tsaka lang ako nabigwasan ng katotohanan. Mapalad ako, sila hindi kasing palad ko, pero hindi nila kailangan ng awa. Kailangan nila ng lakas ng loob at kaunting tulong. Tulong kung saan maaari na silang magsimula ng panibagong buhay. Tulong na hanggang kamay lamang, hindi tulong ng buong braso, kung naiintindihan mo ako.

Huwag gawing dahilan ang Pasko para magpabango ng pangalan. nakakainis!! Sobra!!

Hindi kailangan ng bayan ang awa at limos mo. Ang kailangan ng bayan ay lakas ng loob.Ang kailangan ng bayan ay katapatan sa trabaho at position na ibinigay ng bayan sa isang minsan ay walang pangalan.



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no to CONASS!

2010 is nearing and as expected by many..CHACHA is now being pushed by the shameful CONASS! I would like to adress my shame to our Congressman Roman T. Romulo of Pasig for supporting the very unconstitutional CHACHA through the passing of HR 1109.

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