Benigno Aquino III Steps In

According to this South China Morning Post article posted June 22, 2019, friction continues between the Philippines and China over the collision that had occurred over a week ago in a disputed maritime area off the coast of the Philippines.   Duterte’s strongman image is softened as he dismisses the collision which put the lives of 22 fishermen in harm’s way as “just a collision,” however, former Philippine president Benigno Aquino III has a different perspective of the incident.  Since the incident, Aquino has been vocal and contends that the captain of the Chinese vessel had a moral and legal obligation to help the stranded fishermen.

According to statistics, this may not be an isolated incident as President Duterte has stated. Between 2014 and 2016, 10 ramming incidents have been recorded and have been met with outrage by the governments of neighboring countries.  Amid the controversy, there have also been a history of skirmishes between Filipino fishermen and Chinese coast guard officials which involved the use of weapons and explosives.

Chinese officials have vowed to investigate the incident, but Aquino disregards the possibility of Philippine officials entering into a joint investigation because the two countries do not have “joint sovereignty” over the area of water.     

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.

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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