Dear Mr. President by Pink

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I just saw a video on Facebook, E PLURIBUS UNUM: Noynoy Aquino produced by the Tromans Production. The video used Pink's Dear Mr. President but instead of Mr. President it is replaced with Mrs. President to put it into a Philippine context. Follow the link to watch E PLURIBUS UNUM http://ow.ly/ptm2

I included in this post the video of Pink with the Indigo Girls performing the song.

Music has an amazing way of transcending all boundaries and contexts. It was performed 2 years ago to paint a picture for the American people about their government with George W. Bush at the helm.

And now through E PLURIBUS UNUM http://ow.ly/ptm2 it's being used to deliver a point about our current Philippine government and to show us that we have a choice.


Dear Mr. President
Pinkk feat. the Indigo Girls

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?



Here's to good food, fine wine, and great company!

Kevin Cabanban
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This is our Generation, this is our Legacy.

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It is our time.

I am a state of mind, an aspiration, an ideology.
I am a concept that is made tangible to elicit a reaction, a response, a movement.
I am an abstract that is made real to inspire, to light fires, to feed your senses.
I am a value that is brought to life, to pry open your eyes and cure your apathy.

This is our generation, this is our legacy.

Kevin Cabanban
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LIHAM NI NINOY KAY NOYNOY

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Taken from www.juancountry.com

LIHAM NI NINOY KAY NOYNOY

August 25, 1973

Fort Bonifacio

11:30pm

Mr. Benigno S. Aquino III

P E R S O N A L

My dearest Son:

One of these days , when you have completed your studies I am sure you will have the opportunity to visit many countries. And in your travels you will witness a bullfight.

In Spanish bullfighting as you know, a man – the matador – is pitted against an angry bull.

The man goads the bull to extreme anger and madness. Then a moment comes when the bull, maddened, bleeding and covered with darts, feeling his last moment has come, stops rushing about and grimly turns his face on the man with the scarlet “muleta” and sword. The Spaniards call this “the moment of truth.” This is the climax of the bullfight.

This afternoon, I have arrived at my own moment of truth. After a lengthy conference with my lawyers, Senators Jovito R. Salonga and Lorenzo M. Tanada I made a very crucial and vital decision that will surely affect all our lives: mommie’s, your sisters’, yours and all our loved ones as well as mine.

I have decided not to participate in the proceedings of the Military Commission assigned to try the charges filed against me by the army prosecution staff. As you know, I’ve been charged with illegal possession of firearms, violation of RA 1700 otherwise known as the “Anti-Subversion Act” and murder.

You are still too young to grasp the full impact of my decision. Briefly: by not participating in the proceedings, I will not be represented by counsel, the prosecution will present its witnesses without any cross examinations, I will not put up any defense, I will remain passive and quiet through the entire trial and I will merely await the verdict. Inasmuch as it will be a completely one-sided affair, I suppose it is reasonable to expect the maximum penalty will be given to me. I expect to be sentenced to imprisonment the rest of my natural life, or possibly be sent to stand before a firing squad. By adopting the course of action I decided upon this afternoon, I have literally decided to walk into the very jaws of death.

SENATOR BENIGNO “NOYNOY” S. AQUINO III ACCOMPLISHMENTS IN PUBLIC SERVICE

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I've been hearing a lot of chatter over the world wide web about Noynoy Aquino's bid for the presidential post.

Does Noynoy have the political experience and credentials? What bills has he passed? Does Noynoy have enough support nationally to run an effective presidential campaign?

There are views that think he was pushed into his 09.09.09 declaration, that he is not a willing candidate, and for that why vote for someone who doesn't want to be the president in the first place? Others believe that his appeal can only be attributed to his iconic parents and that it would dissipate in the heat of a presidential run.

To put these Noynoy sentiments into one cohesive idea, let's take a tweet from Twitter: "That's how desperate we Pinoys are. Credentials takes a back seat over integrity and good character. If only we can have both."

Noynoy Aquino is our generation's catalyst. He is our rallying point. Indeed, he is the product of icons, can you blame him that? His mother as well was an unwilling candidate, but they both see what is at risk.

I am not desperate. I am hopeful. This is our generation, we are the hammers that will forge our legacy, we look beyond 2010.

It is our time.

This will be my mantra:
I am a state of mind, an aspiration, an ideology.
I am a concept that is made tangible to elicit a reaction, a response, a movement.
I am an abstract that is made real to inspire, to light fires, to feed your senses.
I am a value that is brought to life, to pry open your eyes and cure your apathy.

This is our generation, this is our legacy.


Information below provided by Mai Mislang. Thank you Mai!

SENATOR BENIGNO “NOYNOY” S. AQUINO III ACCOMPLISHMENTS IN PUBLIC SERVICE

CORY! By WORD OF THE LOURD.

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CORY! By WORD OF THE LOURD.

Another piece by Lourd de Veyra.

WANG WANG ng INA MO! By WORD OF THE LOURD.

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WANG WANG ng INA MO! By WORD OF THE LOURD.

This KICKS ASS! Getting your opinion across in less than 5 minutes! The beauty of online shows! Watch whenever and whatever you want!

Teddy Locsin’s Eulogy for President Cory Aquino

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Teddy Locsin’s Eulogy for President Cory Aquino

Taken from http://jessicarulestheuniverse.com

Throughout thirteen years of martial law, until I laid eyes on her again, I never thought that I would ever see the end of it. Least of all that my father would survive it. I am not much given to prayer or pious reflection but when I could set aside my anger, I prayed my father would see democracy again.

Late one afternoon, in San Francisco, I got a call. It was from Cory Aquino, for whom I had written one speech after her husband’s assassination. She said she had accepted Marcos’s challenge in a Snap Presidential Election. I put down the phone, and packed my bags, and reported to her at the Cojuangco Building.

"Corazon Aquino is TIME's Woman of the Year for 1986."

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History lesson. Going back to 1986...Taken from http://www.time.com

Taken from www.time.com

History, wrote Gibbon, is little more than a "register of crimes, sorrows and misfortunes." It is, equally often, a study in black ironies or the fatal mechanisms of tragedy. Sometimes history is even a cautionary tale, an Aesopian fable on the folly of blindness or greed or lust. But history is rarely a fairy tale, a narrative that instructs as well as inspires. Still less often is it a morality play, in which the forces of corruption and redemption, of extravagance and modesty collide in perfect symmetry.

In 1986, however, as all the global village looked on, history turned into a clash of symbols in the Republic of the Philippines, a nation long relegated to its dustier corridors. There in the Southeast Asian archipelago of 56 million people and more than 7,000 islands, life not only imitated art but improved upon it. In a made-for-television drama watched by millions, two veteran rulers, President Ferdinand Marcos and his wife Imelda, stumbled and fell in their ruthless campaign to extend, with an immodesty broader than a scriptwriter's fancy, their stolen empire.

During the final years of his "constitutional authoritarianism," Marcos had effectively moved his country backward -- from democracy to autocracy, from prosperity to poverty, from general peace to a widespread Communist insurgency. Treating the national treasury as if it were their personal checking account, the royal couple had looted their land of perhaps $5 billion. "Here in the Philippines," said Imelda, "we live in a paradise. There are no poor people as there are in other countries." Even as she spoke, seven in every ten Filipinos were living below the poverty level.

Taken from www.time.com

The sudden turn of fortune's wheel came when a confident Marcos, who had never lost a vote in his life, called a snap election. He was thus hoping to satisfy the Reagan Administration's demands that he become more democratic. But Marcos' plans for victory were upset by a slight, bespectacled mother of five, who had entered politics only two months earlier. When she went to fill out her application for the presidency, Corazon Aquino had nothing to enter under OCCUPATION but "Housewife." The last office for which the soft-spoken - widow had been chosen was valedictorian of her sixth-grade class. In fact, her chief, if not her only, political strengths seemed to be her innocence of politics and the moral symbolism of her name. In Spanish, her first name meant "heart"; in Philippine politics, her second signified "martyred opposition," in memory of her late husband Benigno (Ninoy) Aquino, once Marcos' chief rival, who was slain on his return from exile in 1983. Cory Aquino, at 53, stood in effect on a platform of faith, hope and charity.

The outcome of the allegorical battle seemed pre-scripted, if not predestined. Marcos, who had once been an effective and even popular ruler, in recent years had gradually proved brilliant enough to rewrite the rules and brutal enough to enforce them. On election day in February, in full view of more than 700 foreign journalists, Marcos' men ripped up ballots, bought others and intimidated voters at gunpoint. As many as 3 million names were simply struck off the voter lists.

Then, suddenly, the implausible began to happen. Thousands of volunteer poll watchers, singing hymns and burning candles, formed a human barricade against the armed goons and carried their ballot boxes through the streets to counting stations. Thirty of the government's vote tabulators walked out in protest against the fraud. The country's Catholic bishops publicly condemned the election, and the U.S. Senate echoed the protest.

Taken from www.time.com

Soon the implausible turned into the improbable. Defense Minister Juan Ponce Enrile, the architect of Marcos' martial law, and Lieut. General Fidel Ramos, the deputy chief of the armed forces, broke away from the government, claiming that Aquino was the true winner. As the rebels barricaded themselves inside two military camps, first hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands of common citizens poured into the streets to offer food, support and protection, if need be with their bodies, to the maverick soldiers and Aquino backers. As civilians, bearing only flags and flowers, took up positions to defend the military men, the world knew that it was watching more than just an electoral upheaval.

Finally, the improbable became the impossible. Marcos' tanks rolled toward the crowds, only to be stopped by nuns kneeling in their path, saying the rosary. Old women went up to gun-toting marines and disarmed them with motherly hugs. Little girls offered their flowers to hardened combat veterans. In the face of such quiet heroism, thousands of Marcos loyalists defected; many simply broke down in tears.

"I shall dedicate the last drop of my blood to the restoration of freedom and the dismantlement of your martial law."

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