It is with undisguised pleasure that I watch “the rice shortage” unraveling… and what a ridiculous irony that it should happen during the administration of the Lubao peasant’s daughter, the demanding dwarf. After all, it was “poor boy from Lubao’s” grand vision that brought this misery to fruition… proving the old maxim that “What comes around, goes around.”
First, we no longer have enough agricultural lands planted to rice; the tenants who acquired them from the landowners sold them off immediately to eager Chinese businessmen who knew their real estate potential. Second, unscrupulous and rich Chinese traders are hoarding hundreds of thousands of cavans of rice in anticipation of big profits with the world rise in commodity prices. While I think they are just being their usual brilliant selves, expediting the starvation of a people is beyond all justification, and they should absolutely be hanged in public at the Luneta for that with all the fanfare that our silly politicians can muster [ think of all the “pogi” points they would get from the entertainment-starved populace ].
“Poor Boy from Lubao,” in one of his hungry hallucinations, remembered a grand scheme he had read in Socialist literature to liberate the poor farmers from the oppression of the rich landowners: agrarian reform. So he made an inner vow that should the impossible come true and he become President, he would implement his memorable hungry hallucination. He introduced it as a law but did not have the “cojones” / balls to implement it. That was because, being the naively intelligent peasant that he was, he knew all along that it wouldn’t work, but that it was madly effective for political grandstanding. “Dadong” the dodo.
Come “Ilocano dictator” after “poor boy from Lubao.” Agrarian reform was not his brainchild — an infinitely more brilliant man than his predecessor, the unceasing accumulation of gold in Swiss banks was more to his pragmatic tastes — but it sure was a convenient way of amassing the votes of the poor majority at the same time breaking the power of the uncooperative “oligarchs.” Furthermore, it was a great way to distract the populace from the private indulgences — not always “pro-poor” — of “the New Society.”
So the lands were forcibly taken from their rightful owners. And what did the foolish tenant recipients do??? They sold them to the first Chinese businessmen that came sallying along — hungry for investments with their plentiful cash — and bet the proceeds on their favorite “jueteng,” “monte,” and “panguingue” games. And they ended up worse off than they had ever been before. No land, no capital. Nada.
Glorious agrarian reform was supposed to uplift the plight of the poor farmers. Of course. Tell us then why they continue to besiege us former landowners asking for loans and help for a thousand problems that plague them. Tell us why their young daughters now work as prostitutes [ or “entertainers” ] in Japan, Hong Kong, Singapore, and wherever else. Tell us why their young sons now work in male massage parlors and do not hesitate “to do what is necessary.” Face it, agrarian reform in the Philippines is a failure. The current disastrous state of our agriculture proves it. It may have had its pitiful, hypocritical public relations successes here and there, but by and large it was a hilarious exercise in political grandstanding.
We already told you nearly 40 years ago that your indiscriminate and ill-supported agrarian reform would result in agricultural unproductivity and an eventual rice shortage. No, no, no. Your political self-aggrandizement was of the utmost importance. You had to be the star at all costs!!!
Abraham Lincoln did say: “You cannot give to the poor by taking from the rich.”
Go stew in your own oil. Make sure it’s olive, virgin, first press, first class. Add seasonings of insults and recriminations to taste. Scandals would be delicious.
That’s what one gets when he takes what isn’t his.
I am perfectly aware that this rant is “politically incorrect.” But I am just too thrilled — my blood is gurgling with delight inside my resurgent veins, raring for vengeance — by what is happening to keep silent. Absolutely delightful, methinks!!!
All Life is like that, isn’t it??? What was brilliant in the past could be totally irrelevant today.