United Nation Steps in to Oversee Duterte’s Anti-Narcotics Campaign

Growing up in the USA in the in the 1970s, 80s, and early 90s, drugs were a staple in popular culture.  As a child, Larry “Snortin” Norton was a popular local DJ on the airwaves whose nickname was in reference to the intra-nasal method of using cocaine, an expensive habit easily afforded by and exclusive club of rock stars, multi-million-dollar athletes and urban professionals in the high rises of New York and the So-Cal beach-front properties. The acentric behavior of television personalities was attributed to daily concoctions of uppers, downers, washed down with glasses of bourbon.

 During my childhood and adolescents, drugs were glorified. As a teen, I remember looking at the cover of a hardcover book published in the 1970s. At first glimpse, the photo appeared to be of items laid out on a kitchen table for a morning meal. Initially, I thought the liquid-filled glass was apple juice, the white granules of powder were sugar or flour, but the green and white capsules pictured between them gave it away: the liquid in the glass – whiskey, the ant-hill-sized heap of powder – cocaine, and the capsules – barbiturates. “The breakfast of champions,” I said smirking to a peer beside me of the cover.

In my twenties, I was on the fence about drugs and alcohol. Occasionally, I would go out with my friends for nights on the town, visiting bars, being treated – and treating others – to overpriced drinks.   Celebrating a close friend’s belated birthday, I partook in quantities of alcohol which caused me urinate once every hour. I wasn’t drinking for the taste, nor to quench a thirst. After the first drink, the flavor became slightly intolerable and, indicated by the fullness of my bladder, I was hardly thirsty.  I was drinking to be “social” – I was drinking to be intoxicated.  Fortunately, the night ended better than the first-ever night of intoxication which ended sleeping beside a pool of vomit and a pigeon dropping on my shoulder from a bird flying overhead the following afternoon.

Years later, I became less tolerant of drugs – prescription or nonprescription – and alcohol. Though occasionally, I would have glass of wine with a fine meal or for religious purposes, drinking socially or excessively to cause a rupture in my bladder seemed pointless. Taking drugs, from the most illicit to over-the-counter, seemed like a ball and chain of dependency that would, with every use, become heavier and more constricting.   I wasn’t a rock star, I didn’t have a penthouse on Park Avenue, nor did I have a beach-front property in Malibu.  

Rock legend Gene Simmons once commented of the “sex-drugs-and-rock-and-roll” lifestyle he disassociates from, claiming to be drug-and-alcohol free, that some people get the sex, most get the drugs, but what most will never have is the foundational element that holds it all together: the rock and roll – the stardom of being a rock musician. Of the three elements, in everyday life, the people I encounter get plenty of the drugs, little of the sex, and can only manage to get the rock and roll vicariously through digital recordings, singing along, led by the guitar riffs and melody of a Kiss song.

Two years ago, Philippine president Rodrigo Duterte came out publicly on his lifestyle during his presidential campaign on live television. In a nationally-televised broadcast Vice Ganda, a prominent figure in the Filipino gay community asked of the now-president’s love life. Duterte then shared with the audience he was at the time involved with not one, but three women at the same time, but insisted he was not using government money to support his alternative lifestyle. 

In the US, a country where politicians would most likely admit to illicit drug use than disclose details of their sexual orientation or love life, Duterte’s admission would have been political suicide.  Gauging from Duterte’s rhetoric on sexual issues, the Philippine president seemingly practices what he preaches through his lifestyle and his ardent support of GLBTQ issues, but his stance on drugs differs greatly and has caused major concern over alleged drug-related extrajudicial killings Duterte has encouraged through speeches.  Duterte’s hardline rhetoric and frequent reports of vigilante killings of suspected pushers and users have prompted the UN to send officials to investigate and monitor Duterte’s anti-narcotics campaign for human rights abuses.

In this Reuters report posted June 8, 2019, Duterte and other government officials see current UN intervention as an intrusion and a threat to the nation’s sovereignty, however, some human rights organizations and UN officials insist intervention is necessary.

After years of occupation by Spain, the US, and Japan, the country has grown suspicious of foreign intervention. Presidential spokesman Salvador Panelo described the officials as “foreign propagandists masquerading as human rights protectors,” the report continues.

YMCA Brings a Winter Sport Outdoors to the Philippines and Becomes a ‘Way of Life’

Over a century ago, Canadian James Naismith was sent out to Springfield, Massachusetts assigned to run a YMCA athletic training school. During the cold winter months, trainees needed a diversion from regular activities not suited for indoors such as baseball and lacrosse. Stuck within the confines of the school, the cabin-fever-ridden trainees were in need of a new game combining the best aspects of the popular sports of time appropriate to be played inside in the cozy conditions of a gymnasium. On either side of the gym, suspended 10 feet from the floor, Naismith nailed peach baskets to the facility’s walls. He then gave the students a soccer ball for students to toss around. It was to be used to score points through aiming the ball into the halo-shaped rims of the peach baskets made of wood. Today, Naismith’s cure for the cabin-fever-ridden trainees has grown to become among the world’s most popular spectator sports, known internationally as “basketball.”

As little as I care to admit, basketball has, directly and indirectly, played an important role in my life. Growing up in suburban Buffalo, New York in the 1970s, 80s and early 90s, my father, a successful businessman in the tire and automotive industry, purchased land used to build my childhood home from former Buffalo Braves coach, Dr. Jack Ramsay. With the transaction closed vicariously through Ramsay’s lawyer, the bushy-eyebrowed coach was already in Portland, guiding the Trailblazers to victory,

I often wondered what Buffalo was like with an NBA team, as I was too young too remember the days when the team swooshed, squeaked and dribbled to a roaring crowd at War Memorial Auditorium. I also wondered why he was addressed as “doctor.” Was it for his Ph. D. in basketball? Was is something he attained like Julius Erving did by being the originator of the slam dunk?

The sport of Basketball briefly began to pique my interest in 1984 when a University of North Carolina standout was regularly highlighted for feats that seemingly defied laws of gravity and physics the fortnight of Los Angeles’ Summer Olympics. With his superhuman vertical leap he gave the appearance of an albatross-like creature. He went on to be known as Micheal “Air” Jordan.

Though, I was never much of a basketball fan, I too wanted to “be like Mike.” The last of the Gen Xers, I can recall desiring and owning, not one, but two pairs of the former Chicago Bull star’s shoes in my childhood. The first incarnation I had as a fourth grader were the original pairs released. They were black and red, with winged basketballs painted along the ankles. The insignia often provoked thought, triggering the question, “what if basketballs had wings and could fly?” The space-age look of the second edition were attention-getters for students and teachers which earned me the title of “Captain Moon Boots” in middle school as much in the same way Ramsay and Erving had earned the distinction of “doctor.’

Strangely, when I play basketball, I prefer wearing inline skates over any pair of Air Jordan’s because it gives me an unfair advantage. Fortunately, I have traveled many times, but never been caught in the few pick-up games I have played throughout Buffalo and Los Angeles.

While in the Philippines, I was surprised to find thong sandals were commonly worn by locals on barangay or village courts throughout the Philippines. I can recall sitting beside a six-year-old girl watching a game between villagers. Dressed in beachwear, the young men played frantically as the six-year -old gave her best color analysis of the game. Like an aspiring Marv Albert, “Two points, three points,” she yelled after every swoosh of the net.

This New York Times article posted Wednesday, June 5, explains the epistemology of basketball’s roots in the Philippines. Like the sport’s original beginnings, the YMCA was instrumental bringing the game to the archipelago after Spain surrendered the Philippines to the Americans following the Spanish-American War.

YMCA missionaries brought what was once a winter sport played in a gymnasium to an outdoor tropical setting. From the slums of Manila to the barangays in the province, basketball has taken the country by storm.

Footage of boxer, basketball player and team owner Manny Pacquiao in action

Philippines’ Trash Back-to-Canada Movement continues

The Philippines’ dispute with Canada unfolds as miscategorized containers of garbage docked on Luzon’s ports of Manila and north west of the capital in Subic are finding its way back to its rightful owner – Canada.

According to a recent BBC report, Canada’s government has agreed to foot the bill in the return of approximately 69 containers that have remained a stinking eyesore, under humid year-round tropical conditions since 2014. After officials extensive exchanged dialogue, the displaced refuse that once found “refuge” in the Philippines is en route to Vancouver and other ports in Western Canada.

“Baaaaaaaaa bye, as we say it,” Philippine Secretary of Foreign Affairs Teddy Locsin Jr. tweeted of the “Back-to-Canada” exodus on Twitter. Its final destination will be a waste-to-energy facility in Vancouver.

The Philippines takes back Canada’s trash

According to this NPR (National Public Radio) article, posted Saturday, Philippine officials made demands to the Canadian government to stop shipping waste deemed nonrecyclable to Filipino ports amid growing concerns from other Asian countries also disgruntled about western countries utilizing land and ports as dump sites.

The Philippine’s outspoken president Rodrigo Duterte boldly stated he would personally ship the containers, some of which that have remained stagnant on Filipino ports for multiple years, back to Canada himself. If the situation does not improve, Duterte threatens to wage war against America’s friendly neighbors north of the border.

Meanwhile, Canadian officials remain equivocal on the displaced containers. ” Our prime minister committed and has recommitted to resolving this issue, including taking the waste back to Canada,” Canada’s Ambassador to the Philippines says of Justin Trudeau’s past responses to the issue which said to be in violation of the international Basel Conventional according to an environmental law firm based in Canada.

The following is a CTV report:

Olongapo: The Azarcon Sisters

Gerald and Rolly Chat
Gerald (left) and Rolly (right) chat outside of Gerald’s Olongapo internet cafe

Originally written March  2011

How far can someone advance in society based solely on looks? Traditionally, males value physical appearance above all.  Men, regardless of sexual orientation, search endlessly for the perfect mate.  Age, education, religion and social status are often important factors in choosing a mate, but men, overtaken by lust or love, in a lapse of reasoning, put physical appearance atop their list, while females wait pensively for men to adore them. Pictures of female figures printed in the pages of a magazine set unattainable beauty standards for most women. Wishfully, women perceive them as mirror images of themselves.

If truth exists to a picture saying a thousand words, women typically read pictures of models in publications such as Vanity FairVogue and Allure as detailed trade-book instructions on how to be “beautiful”.  They analyze each pixel – each article of clothing. They represent a puzzle piece – the missing link to the perfect ensemble ready to be bought, sold, worn, and tossed out as next season’s rags. “It is the clothes that make the man,” is a phrase more commonly uttered than clothing “making” the woman. Ironically, popular men’s magazines – PlayboyEsquire, and Maxim – sparsely feature male models promoting the latest fashions amid pages filled with text and femme fatale images imbued in glamour.  Male slaves of fashion represent a debutantes’ caricature. Men who believe that someone can never become too fashion conscious and define themselves by designer labels fall into the category of camp or the updated metrosexual.  “They appreciate the finer things,” cosmopolitan females comment. For women, they are seldom a lover, a husband, a boyfriend, but a best friend; they are “less threatening” with fashion plans for everyone, but none to rule the world.  In western society a man among common men is ostracized – or to lesser extent, affectionately teased for detail to style. Male’s outward preoccupation with the dress on a woman instead of the body it covers insights suspicion in many social circles.  His sexual orientation goes before a jury of peers. 

“Functionality,” “mechanics,” “strength,” and “prowess” are words synonymous with the male mystique. For men, boundaries for fashion are well-defined. Men who attempt to broaden fashion’s parameters often fail miserably. Fashion for men remains a bland black & white three-piece world allowing little variation. It is not inasmuch the clothing for men, but their ability to compete in one-style-fits-all attire. Men dressing out of the ordinary are rarely taken seriously for pushing styles’ envelop. Power-driven American males brought up with the American football philosophy, “winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing” would reluctantly accept an award honoring the “best dressed” or “best looking,” for taking such a title intimidates the male bravado.  Like winning a losing race, it is a trite, self-defeating distinction, lacking selfless heroism relegated to uniformed men….

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Duterte “Kissing Scandal” in the Republic of Korea

Rodrigo Duterte has been recently embroiled in a “kissing controversy” on an official visit to the Republic of Korea. While addressing the public on a book highlighting the the misdeeds of the Catholic church throughout the world,  a storm of controversy loomed over Philippine president Rodrigo Duterte once again as he offered the book in exchange for a kiss from married woman.

In the past, Duterte, former Davao City Mayer and first Philippine president from Mindanao, has courted controversy when publicly admitting to extramarital relationships simultaneously with two other women and encouraging the extrajudicial killings of people suspected in the trafficking and use of illicit drugs.

Presently, the Philippine economy has been flailing because of the decreased buying power of the Philippine Peso.  Since his election, public transportation fares and food prices have skyrocketed which have signified an end to the honeymoon period for the maverick president as many of Duterte’s supporters are beginning to question his outlandish lifestyle and behavior.

Rona and Roane

Sitting in the cemetary
Rona (left) and Roane (right) sitting in La Peita  Memorial Park

Originally written July 2016

Originally from Olongapo, a coastal city in Luzon’s Zambales province, Rona and Roane are single mothers who presently reside in the northern Isle’s landlocked province of Pampanga. Rona,29, and Roane,28, are two of six children. Throughout childhood, they grew up with their youngest sister,18,  and two brothers, 27 and 17.  As teens, they welcomed a new addition to the family as their mother, just shy of her fortieth birthday gave birth to their youngest brother,  10.   Other than Taglish, a unique hybrid of English and the commonly-spoken Tagalog, a language they would often hear on television talk shows and dramas, Rona and Roane had minimal exposure to English.  Growing up, Tagalog, and Kapampangan, the region’s indigenous language, remained their main means of oral expression.

As teens, their father, 49, invested money earned delivering gravel in relocating their family closer to Manila and the purchase of a motorcycle with side cart to pursue a new venture as an independent city tricycle operator.  At the age of sixteen Roane decided to move in with her boyfriend, two years her senior.  They rented an apartment together and soon became pregnant, carrying her first child.  Like her father, Roane’s boyfriend earned a modest living as a tricycle driver while Roane found work weaving rattan furniture in a home-based business.  She worked up to twelve hours daily, six days of the week except Sunday – her day of rest.  After three years as a weaver, Roane found a position working as a machine operator at a Clark Field light fixture assembly plant. Roane noticed a night and day difference en route to and from her job. The wide open green space and air conditioned, multi-bed-roomed houses synonymous with Eisenhower-era suburban Americana inside Clark contrasted starkly to the drab tin-roofed cement tenements of the neighborhood which she and her coworkers lived, only a short jeepney ride away.  The former US airbase eludes locals such as Roane.  Seemingly, Clark’s parameters remain well-defined and isolated from the immediate area as it was prior to US military withdrawal in 1992. US servicemen that once patrolled the boundaries are replaced with security guards who check identifications of wage earners who flock daily through the entrances on their morning commute to the hotels, restaurants, call centers, and manufacturing plants within Clark’s present-day Freeport Zone. Unlike younger sister Roane, she works outside the confines of Clark in a wallet and accessory factory in neighboring San Fernando…

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