Bullying Cebu City

I am from Cebu but not from the city. True blooded bisdak who is becoming bemuse of the brand of politics the province has become.

Cebu Province intervening Cebu City in the supposed Land Deal with developer FilInvest? Why don't all cut the crap and stop pretending that it all has something to do with the "good" for Cebu? We all own something on our lives, and if we see someone else possessed something good rightfully, then we owe everybody who stands to benefit that good.

Some fucking brand of politics I hate to say. We took pride of being Cebuano able to think differently. But we have become exactly what we hate about being Filipino.


When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World. ~Lord Byron


Painfully and honestly, I can admit that I'm not proud to be Cebuano. And if I ever was, then I'm certainly not now. For those who sit cringing at my harsh words, I promise this blog is not another round of my notorious Garcia/Osmena bashing. Instead, this is my heart bleeding, not in the clichéd way of "bleeding heart city dweller," but in the way of a disenchanted bisdak-no-more.

Unfailingly, I read the news every day. And each day, I struggle more and more to overcome my own political apathy and to try to muster some compassion for the people of Cebu City, the families of Cuidad, the effects of the greatest economic maelstrom since the great depression and so on.

Just a pigment in this world, I know that devastation strikes daily all around the globe,in Cebu, and I am well-read enough to know that the tumultuous ways of the world have always been and will always be. In the words of the French: c'est la vie. But I'm tired. I'm so very, very exhausted by the apathy that surrounds me. May I be the first to admit the hypocrisy of my political blog, under the guise that I have anything worthwhile to share, when in fact, the truth is this: I simply have said all I've ever needed to say. Im just tired.

While I refuse to allow my own political apathy to further the indifference towards news in our nation, all too often, I still ask myself: how did we get to this point? Since it seems that no one cares, why should I? When our president lacks both the empathy and efficiency to guide our nation through its times of need, when our provincial dreams fall before our eyes, and when our citizens stop caring for each other, I feel as though my words neither carry any weight, nor have any bearing on the political pulse of this campus.

Still, though, I wonder: why have we all fallen victim to political ennui and a contagious apathy that keeps us lingering from our Third World hands to our fellow citizens after lethal blows by one of our own?

Pejoratively, I suspect that the epidemic of such apathy comes at the hands of the Cebuanos. I agree with everyone's contempt against local politics, but I would like to further argue and present my own, by stating what I now feel is obvious.

I believe that the root of the apathy epidemic that has swept our nation, reaching from this failed administration through the indifferent public, lies with the filipino people itself. Because of what is happening all over the world, we are inundated and therefore desensitized to events as they unfold, even those tragedies in our own backyards.

I feel myself, my words, and my ideas, floundering amidst all the politics that inundate our Cebuano public. My political belief has suffered as a result, and every principles have lost meaning, even in my own life.

Consider this my resignation to my Bisdak pride. I can no longer be a agree part of what I have grown to despise. In our greedy world, I find it harder and harder to care, let alone to think of something original or worthwhile to say.

With this blog, I announce to everyone feeling free to RANT, until we can all rediscover our voice and regain our passion for Cebu.