Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The one and only time The Beatles played Manila they almost didn't make it out alive

On July 4, 1966 The Beatles played the Philippines for the first and last time. Two sold out shows in Manila.  But by the time they were ready to go the Filipinos had turned against them for a perceived slight against then President Marcos. The Fab Four were chased to the airport by a mob of angry Filipinos demanding vengeance.  At the airport they were charged an exorbitant exit fee which added up to the whole proceeds from the two shows and they made it out by the skin of their teeth swearing to never again return to the Philippines.

Today the Philippines attracts top-notch international talent who probably have never even heard of this bit of history. Surely this is an incident they would love to forget but which exemplifies that ever pervasive trait of the Filipino: Pinoy Pride.





                     

After the trials and tribulations of Japan the Beatles headed for a two shows in the Philippine capital Manila. On July 3, 1966, The Beatles landed on Philippine soil for the first and last time. This two-night stopover in Manila proved disastrous from arrival to departure. Upon landing, The Beatles were immediately whisked to a pier and put on Marina, a yacht owned by Don Manolo Elizalde, two miles from the port. This arrangement completely cut The Beatles from their associates for at least two hours— the first time it ever happened. 

On July 4, The Beatles held two soldout concerts at the Rizal Memorial Football Stadium with a combined attendance of 80,000; the evening concert registered 50,000 paying audience, being rivaled only in size by the concert The Beatles gave at Shea Stadium in New York on August 15, 1965. Such record-making statistic though was supplanted by the succeeding events owing to a fiasco that happened earlier in the day. 

The Beatles' alleged snub of then-First Lady Imelda Marcos occurred on July 4, where a lunch was scheduled at MalacaƱang Palace at 11 a.m. with 300 children waiting to see The Beatles. An hour before the party, a delegation came to the Manila Hotel to collect The Beatles. Brian Epstein, The Beatles' manager, declined the invitation on the grounds that no earlier arrangement had been made and The Beatles were still in bed. 

The day's scheduled concerts, however, later proceeded successfully. In between concerts, local televisions reported the alleged "snub" showing footages of children, some crying, disappointed by The Beatles. Epstein watched in horror and went immediately to the television studio to apologize and set the facts straight. But barely had he started reading his press statement when the transmission blipped. 

Newspapers carried the headline, "Beatles Snub President." The following morning was the scheduled departure of The Beatles to New Delhi. Suddenly, The Beatles and their entourage realized they were practically on their own without any help: Room and transportation services were withdrawn. In the airport, the whole Beatles entourage was manhandled as it made its way to the plane. 

Tony Barrow, the tour's publicity man and part of the entourage, claimed that Epstein received the invitation the night before the concerts but remained noncommittal. Whether it was wise for the local promoter to take this silence as approval is now moot. 

Bill Harry, in his book The Ultimate Beatles Encyclopedia, acknowledges the existence of an invitation from Ramon Ramos, the local promoter, for The Beatles to pay a courtesy call on the First Lady, but it was slated for 3 p.m. of July 4, an hour before The Beatles' scheduled afternoon concert. Ramos did not pursue this invitation, since The Beatles wanted to be in the concert location two hours before the set. Nor did he inform anyone in MalacaƱang about this. A further mixup in schedule emerged when the Palace set the meeting at 11 a.m. as reported in The Manila Times on July 3. Whether anyone went out of his way to settle the matter, and what transpired in this effort, if any, remains unknown. 

Peter Brown, the executive director of NEMS Enterprises (The Beatles' Vic Lewis, the tour agent, received the invitation while still in Tokyo but failed to relay this to him. 

Much to the Beatles surprise, the palatial tyrants were extremely angered at the Beatles neglect and the morning after the concert, The Manila Times ran the headline "Imelda Stood Up!!". The ramifications were to become serious. Philippine promoter Ramon Ramos refused to pay the Beatles for their performance! Bomb and death threats were telephoned to the deluged British Embassy and to the boys hotel suite. Brian Epstein was so distressed with the situation he arranged for a press conference from the hotel to apologize for the misunderstanding. BUT...as fate would have it, some unforeseen static blipped out his interview from most all TV screens in the country! (more than a few thought it was probably more shenanigans by the Marcos clan). 

Pulling more strings the next day when the Beatles were scheduled to depart the country, Misael Vera, Philippine Tax Authority, insisted the group could not leave the country until every penny of the taxes owed them was paid! Of course, they never got paid anything but Brian hurriedly forked over a bond out his own funds for P.74,450 (around $18,000) to settle the matter. 

To make matters worse, all security detail assigned to the boys were withdrawn leaving them extremely vulnerable. They were literally kicked and jostled as they left their hotel and totally harassed all the way to the airport. Things were no better there where the airport manager has also removed all security for the Beatles. They went so far as to shut down the power to stop the escalators, forcing the boys to scale several flights of stairs with their own luggage, only to face an angry mob of 200 Filipinos brutally manhandling them! Ringo was literally floored by an uppercut and kicked on the ground. He suffered a sprained ankle as well and had to be helped to the customs area. Mal Evans and Brian Epstein were injured as well. Alf Bicknell suffered a cracked rib and a spinal injury. 

When they finally approached the plane, a large booing crowd jeered and mocked them chanting "Beatles Alis Dayan!" (Go Home Beatles!) Once in the plane, some scraping government officials "decided" the Beatles were NOT authorized to leave the country due to inaccurate "check in" procedures days earlier... This led to another 40 minute wait on the Tarmac while Mal & Tony Barrow went back to the terminal to clean up the necessary paperwork. Only minutes after the Beatles angrily departed, did the press run a statement by President Marcos stating "Their was no intention on the part of the Beatles to slight the first lady or the government of the Republic Of The Philippines". Obviously a bit too late to do the Beatles any good. 

IN THEIR OWN WORDS: excerpt from "The Beatles Anthology"... 

Ringo: I hated the Philippines. We arrived there with thousands upon thousands of kids, with hundreds upon hundred of policemen, and it was a little dodgy. Everyone had guns and it was really like that hot/Catholic/gun/Spanish Inquisition attitude. 

George: There were tough gorillas, little men who had short-sleeved shirts and acted very menacingly. 

The normal proceedings in those days was that because the mania was everywhere, we didn't pull up at an airport and get off the plane like normal people. The plane would land and it would go to the far end of the airfield where we would get off, usually with Neil and our diplomatic bags (we carried our shaving gear and whatever in little bags), get in a car, bypass passport control and go to the gig. Mal Evans with Brian Epstein and the rest would go and do our passports and all that scene. 

But when we got to Manila, a fellow was screaming at us, "Leave those bags there! Get in the car!" We were being bullied for the first time. It wasn't respectful. Everywhere else - Amercia, Sweden, Germany, wherever - even though there was a mania, there was always a lot of respect because we were famous showbiz personalities. But in Manila it was a very negative vibe from the moment we got off the plane, so we were a bit frightened. 

We got in the car and the guy drove off with us four, leaving Neil behind. Our bags were on the runway and I was thinking: "This is it, we're going to get busted." 

(Neil Aspinall: The army was there and also some thugs in short-sleeved shirts over their trousers and they all had guns. You could see the bulges. These guys got the four Beatles and stuck them in a limo and drove off and wouldn't let them take their briefcases with them. They left them on the runway and those little briefcases had the marijuana in them. 

So while the confusion was going on I put them in the boot of the limo that I was going in and said: "Take me to wherever you've taken the Beatles.") 

George: They took us away and drove us down to Manila harbour, put us on a boat, took us out to a motor yacht and put us in this room. 

It was really humid, Mosquito City, and we were all sweating and frightened. For the first time ever in our Beatle existence, we were cut off from Neil, Mal and Brian Epstein. There was not one of them around and, not only that, but we had a whole row of cops with guns lining the deck around this cabin that we were in. We were really gloomy, very brought down by the whole thing. We wished we hadn't come. We should have missed it out. 

Ringo: The Philippines was really frightening. It's probably the most frightening thing that has happened to me. 

George: As soon as we got there it was bad news. 

(Neil Aspinall: They drove me to the end of a pier and I got out of the car and said, "Where are they?" They pointed: "There they are," and there was a big boat miles away in the middle of the habour. There were what seemed to be rival militia gangs. One gang had taken them and put them on this boat to meet some people who weren't the people putting on the show. It was all very strange. I never really understood why they got put on a boat.) 

George: We've no idea why they took us to the boat. I still don't know to this day. An hour or two later Brian Epstein arrived, really flustered, with the Philippine promoter, and he was yelling and shouting. Everyone was shouting and then they took us off the boat, put us in a car and drove us to a hotel suite. 

The next morning we were woken up by bangs on the door of the hotel and there was a lot of panic going on outside. Somebody came into the room and said: "Come on! You're supposed to be at the palace." We said: "What are you talking about? We're not going to any palace." "You're supposed to be at the palace. Turn on the television." 

We did, and there it was, live from the palace. There was a huge line of people either side of the long marble corridor with kids in their best clothing and the TV commentator saying: "And they're still not here yet. The Beatles are supposed to be here." 

We sat there in amazement. We couldn't believe it. We just had to watch ourselves not arriving at the presidential palace. 

Paul: I went out on my own in the morning to the kind of Wall Street area (Makati, the financial district -Ed.). I remember taking a lot of photographs because right up against it was the shanty town area. There were cardboard dwellings right up against this Wall Street which I'd never seen so well juxtaposed. I got the camera out: "Wow, this is good stuff!" And I bought a couple of paintings from the shanty town as presents to go back home and went back to the hotel to have lunch. 

Everyone was up and about then and we were in our hotel room when they started saying: "You've got to go to the President's Palace now. Remember that engagement?" We said: "No, no, no." The promotors, with those white shirts with lace (called a "Barong Tagalog" -Ed..) that everyone in Manila seemed to wear, looked a little heavy to us. A couple of them carried guns, so it was a bit difficult. 

We were used to each different country doing it their own way. They were starting to bang on the door: "They will come! They must come!" But we were saying, "Look, just lock the bloody door." We were used to it: "It's our day off." 

We found out later that it was Imelda Marcos (with her shoes and her bras) waiting for us. Somebody had invited us and we (gracefully, we thought) had declined the offer. But there was the TV announcer saying, "the first Lady is waiting and pretty soon the famous pop group will be arriving". And we're going, "Shoot - nobody's told them!" We stuck to our guns and sat the rest of the day out in the hotel. We turned the telly off and got on with our day off. 



Imelda Marcos, having lunch in 1996 (minus the Beatles!)
Ringo: Personally, I didn't know anything about Madame Marcos having invited us to dinner. But we'd said no and Brian Epstein had told her no. John and I were sharing a room and we woke up in the morning and phoned down for eggs and bacon (or whatever we were eating in those days) and all the newspapers because we always liked to read about ourselves.

We were just hanging out in our beds, chatting and doing whatever we were doing and time went by so we called down again: "Excuse me, can we have the breakfast?" Still nothing happened, so we put the TV on and there was a horrific TV show of Madame Marcos screaming: "They've let me down." There were all these shots with the cameraman focusing on empty plates and up into the little kids' faces, all crying because the Beatles hadn't turned up.

(Neil Aspinall: The Beatles didn't do that sort of stuff for anybody. They wouldn't get involved in politics and they wouldn't go to the palace. 

After it was all over and they hadn't turned up and people were going barmy, we asked Brian what had happened and he said: "I cancelled it. You weren't supposed to go there."

It turned nasty in the Philippines. I didn't eat for three days. They would bring up food that was terrible. Even if it was Cornflakes for breakfast, you'd pour the milk out and it would come out in lumps. They had given you sour milk. I remember once ordering dinner and it came up on of those big trays with the rolled lid on it. I rolled back the lid and Ohhhhh! Just by the smell of it I knew we couldn't eat it.

Paul and I sneaked out there as well. We must have been very brave or very naive. We got in a car and drove for miles. It was like Manhattan for five minutes and then a dreadful shanty town for a long way out to some sand dunes. We bought a couple of pictures, sat in the sand dunes and had a smoke, then drove back to the hotel with everybody freaking out (especially the security): "Where have you been? How did you get out?"

Although people kept saying it was a failure in the Philippines, the Beatles did two gigs to a total of about 100,000 people (after the Marcos thing). The fans had a really good time. They really enjoyed it. There were still thugs about, organising things (nothing to do with the army), but they seemed to be organising the fans rather than us.)

George: Again, we had a big problem with the concert. Brain Epstein had made a contract for a stadium of so many thousand people, but when we got there it was like the Monterey Pop Festival. There were about 200,000 people on the site and we were thinking: "Well, the promoter is probably making a bit on the side out of this." We went back to the hotel really tired and jet lagged and pretty cheesed off. I don't recall much of what happened after that until the newspapers arrived.

Paul: The next morning someone brought in a newspaper and on the front it just said in massive letters: "Beatles Snub President". Oh dear! Well, we didn't mean to. We thought, "We'll just say we're sorry."

We were scheduled to leave Manila that morning and as we were leaving the hotel everyone was a bit nasty at reception, so we had to scuffle out as if we hadn't paid our bill.

Ringo: Things started to get really weird: "Come on! Get out of bed! Get packed, we're getting out of here." And as we got downstairs and started to get to the car - we really had no help - there was only one motorbike compared to the huge motorcade that had brought us in.

George: It was "Beatles Snub First Family" - that's how they decided to present it. It was quite likely it was the promoter or the agent who had done a deal; brown-nosing Mrs Marcos, probably. She was later quoted as saying: "Oh, I never liked them anyway - their music is horrible!"

The whole place turned on us. We had people yelling and screaming when we tried to get to the airport. Nobody would give us a ride. We couldn't get any cars. There was nothing available.

Finally somebody managed to get a car or two and they put our baggage in one and we got in the other. We were driven to the airport. Two things were happening simultaneously: there were all the government officials or police, who were trying to punch us and yelling and waving fists at us, and then underneath that were the young kids who were still around doing the mania.

(Neil Apsinall: They were really putting obstacles in our way. When we were on the way to the airport, a soldier kept sending us round and round the roundabout until in the end I told the driver to pull over.) 

Paul: We got down to the airport and found they'd turned the escalators off. So we had to walk up the escalators. All right, let's get out of here then if that's what it's going to be.

Behind a huge plate glass window, the sort they have in airports, on the taxi rank outside there were all the Filipino taxi guys banging on the window and we're all going gibber, gibber.

(Neil Aspinall: Nobody would help us with all this equipment and so we started using the escalators and then they stopped. So we had to lug all the stuff up the stairs and once we got it all up the stairs the escalators started to work again. The Beatles were going to Delhi and the equipment was going back to England. So at the check-in desk we kept saying, "OK, that's going to Delhi", and they kept putting it on the pile that was going to England. In the end Mal jumped over the counter and sorted it all out for us because nobody was going to do it.) 

George: It seemed like forever at the check-in desk. We eventaully got into the departure lounge, which was a huge room, but then the thugs appeared again - the same people with the short-sleeved shirts who had been shouting at us as soon as we had got off the plane when we arrived in Manila.

There were a number of them coming up to us, pushing and screaming, "Get over there!" They forced us back and then another one would come around the other way, doing it again: "Get over there!" I was trying to keep my eye on all the people, keep moving ahead of them to stay out of their way. It was all really negative. I saw a couple of Buddhist monks and went and hid behind them.

Ringo: There was chanting, with people hating us all the way. They started spitting at us, spitting on us, and there's the famous story of John and me hiding behind these nuns because we thought, "It's a Catholic country, they won't beat up the nuns."

Paul: There was a group of nuns in the corner of the airport and when all the fisticuffs broke out we went over to the nuns. It was rather a nice little shot, nuns and Beatles in the corner. They didn't actually protect us, they just stood there looking a bit bemused. Whenever they moved, we moved the other side of them. 


Manila 1966 concert ticket stub 
John: When they started on us at the airport, I was petrified. I thought I was going to get hit, so I headed for three nuns and two monks, thinking that might stop them. As far as I know I was just pushed, but I could have been kicked and not known it.

"You treat like ordinary passenger, ordinary passenger," they were saying. We said: "Ordinary passenger? He doesn't get kicked, does he?"

I saw five in sort of outfits who were doing it, all the kicking and booing and shouting.

That was Brian's cock-up. Because he'd had the invitation given to him and declined it and never told us. It was terrifying.

Paul: We were quite frightened. Most of the aggression (luckily for us) was directed towards our people. One of them got thrown down the stairs violently. But mostly it wasn't overt, though they were annoyed.

We felt a bit guilty, but we didn't feel it was our cock-up. Now, knowing more about the regime, what I think is that they had ignored our telling them we weren't coming: "Let them just try and not come - we'll make it difficult for them."

(Neil Aspinall: I'm sure nobody got badly hurt, but that was because we didn't fight back, so we got pushed and shoved. We knew not to fight back. 

If we had fought back it could have been very bad. It was very, very scary and nothing like this had ever happened before - and nothing like it has ever happened since.)

George: Finally they announced the flight and we boarded the plane - and that was the greatest feeling, just to be on that plane. It was a sense of relief. Then the plane sat there.

Eventually, there was an announcement on the speaker saying, "Will Mr Epstein and Mr Evans and Mr Barrow (Tony, who was our press agent at that time) get off the plane?" They all had to get off and they looked terrified.

Mal went past me down the aisle of the plane breaking out in tears and he turned to me and said: "Tell Lil I love her." (Lil was his wife.) He thought that was it: the plane was going to go and he would be stuck in Manila.

The whole feeling was, "Hell, what's going to happen?"

Paul: When we got on the plane, we were all kissing the seats. It was feeling as if we'd found sanctuary. We had definitely been in a foreign country where all the rules had changed and they carried guns. So we weren't too gung-ho about it at all.

Tony Barrow had to go back into the lion's den and they made him pay an amazing airport leaving Manila tax that I think they just dreamed up. Strangely enough, I think it came to the same amount as the receipts for the trip.

George: We sat there for what seemed like a couple of hours. It was probably only 30 minutes or an hour, but it was humid and hot. Finally they reboarded, the front door closed and the plane was allowed to leave. I felt such resentment against those people.

Paul: I remember when we got back home a journalist asked George: "Did you enjoy it?" And he said: "If I had an atomic bomb I'd go over there and drop it on them."

It was an unfortunate little trip, but the nice thing about it was that in the end, when we found out what Marcos and Imelda had been doing to the people - the rip-off that the whole thing was - we were glad to have done what we did. Great! We must have been the only people who'd ever dared to snub Marcos. But we didn't really know what we were doing politically until many years later.

Ringo: We had fantasies that we were going to be put in jail because it was a dictatorship there in those days, not a democracy. You lose your rights in a dictatorship, no matter who you are. So we weren't going to get off the plane. That was my first and last time in Manila. (NOTE: The Philippines were under martial law at that time, by order of President Ferdinand Marcos..)

(Neil Aspinall: I'm sure it made the band think hard about touring. It might have been one of the last nails in the touring coffin.) 

(George Martin: When they got out of the country they said, "Never again. This is it." They said to Brian then that they would not tour again. Brian said, "Sorry, lads, we have got something fixed up for Shea Stadium. If we cancel it you are going to lose a million dollars." 

Oops. They did do Shea Stadium.)

John: No plane's going to go through the Philippines with me on it. I wouldn't even fly over it. 

Monday, March 6, 2017

Coroner's office ignores basic safety protocols

So they found the headless body of the German who was executed by Abu Sayyaf on February 26. Now the coroner has to do an inquest.  It's all standard procedure of course.




Standard procedure?  To wear shorts and slippers in the examination room?

Obviously the guy pointing to the dead body is the lead man.  The head honcho.  The man in charge. Why is he not wearing the proper safety equipment?  Everyone else is.

Were there not enough gowns to go around?  Did he get a 3am phone call and have to rush over? Is he too important to have to put on a gown? Did he figure, "I'm not going to be doing the actual examination so it doesn't matter?"

Seems doubtful.  

Why is following safety protocols such a difficult matter in the Philippines?

Too many questions.  Never a satisfactory answer.  

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Why so many homosexuals on Filipino TV?

The Philippines is a very devout nation.  Very religious.  Full of superstitious devotion to Mary, the Saints, and Sto. NiƱo (the Child Jesus).  So why is this country so permissive of homosexuals?

Especially on the television you see these guys dancing around giggling, laughing, wearing pompous clothes with ridiculous hair styles to match.  They also always have a real haughty tone in their words and in their movements. But that is normal for these overdramatic literal drama queens.

Pinoy Pride + Gay Pride = lots of viewers?

http://www.starmometer.com/2016/10/18/2016-is-the-year-of-gay-roles-in-philippine-tv-shows-and-movies/


The biggest offender by far is Vince Ganda.

Seriously look at this......guy?











How do the people stand it?   I mean not only the immorality and heinous evil of homosexuality being paraded before them but the whole schtick of Vice Ganda.

He struts around on stage screaming and shouting and singing and its just such a turn off. Who the heck wants to watch him?  

"It's Showtime" is about as annoying as you can get as far as television goes and Vice Ganda makes it even more unbearable.

And his overreactions to performers on "The Voice Philippines" are too over the top to be believable. 

So why do these otherwise devout Roman Catholic Filipinos go ga-ga for Ganda?  Because their religion is all sham.  Just like Vice Ganda's femininity.

Friday, March 3, 2017

Deception: The Shocking Truth behind Leni and Jesse Robredo Part 1 (TL;DR)


                



This will be an attempt to distill part 1 of a series of articles claiming to reveal "the shocking truth behind Leni and Jesse Robredo" by an anonymous group who call themselves "Collective."



The article is divided into eight parts.

Part 1 details the family history and entry into politics of Jesse Robredo.

In 1986, Jesse was picked by his uncle Luis, then an Assemblyman, to run as mayor of Naga City and won. Four years later, they would part ways and become bitter political rivals, with Luis even denying in public that they were blood relatives.
They claim that the reason for the split between Jesse and his uncle Luis was illegal gambling.
Now at the bottom of their disagreement was the issue of Jueteng. As we mentioned earlier, Luis and his son controlled Jueteng in the province. Jesse's claim, however, that he resisted his uncle's evil plans is a blatant lie.  

Part 2 seeks to validate the claim that Jueteng continued to flourish under Jesse Robredo despite his assertions to the contrary.

First they link Jesse to Eddie Mercado who made his fortune through illegal gambling.

Eduardo “Eddie” Mercado is a wealthy businessman who lorded over Pacol, one of Naga City's upland barangays. Eddie amassed a fortune mainly through illegal gambling, particularly Jueteng.
Eddie Mercado and Jesse Robredo became close friends because of their shared disdain for the Villafuertes. 

They claim that Jesse owed favours to Eddie's brother Sonny for his political support and that these favours included toleration of his Jueteng operation.
To say that Jueteng in Naga was completely eradicated by Jesse during his stint is complete and utter crap. Jesse would claim that he persuaded the late Sonny Mercado to shut down his Jueteng operation in Naga, purportedly using the latter's son (who worked at City Hall at the time) as leverage to negotiate the closure [Scharff]. Nothing can be farther from the truth. While giving the public the illusion that he was against Jueteng, Jesse tolerated the Mercados since they were close friends, and had a political debt to pay since Sonny supported Jesse's mayoral bid against Roco in 1988. 

Part 3 gives us the origin story of the "Robredo brand."  
Jesse knew that in politics, nothing is certain. Politicians are mortal, and a single bullet or a deadly stroke or a tactical miscalculation can undo years of hard work and fortification. Symbols, on the other hand, endured. Slowly, Jesse crafted a persona that would become his own unique brand in politics. He started wearing shorts and slippers to work and visited the barangays tirelessly. He embraced his constituents, and his constituents embraced him. He would personally join firefighters whenever fires broke out, manning the fire hoses to the awe of the admiring public, and would be seen directing traffic while wearing his trademark slippers and shorts. In the aftermath of every typhoon, he would pick up a shovel and clean up the streets himself, with a band of supporters around him and local media covering his every move. 
Through conscious and deliberate perception engineering, Jesse Robredo ceased becoming an ordinary politician and transformed himself into a symbol. His name would be synonymous with his brand of leadership. Largely, Jesse was a political maverick. He reinvented the rules and injected freshness in an arena dominated by traditional politicians and dinosaurs. Soon, outsiders began to take notice, and awards started coming in. 
Just like Jesse Robredo

Part 4 tells us how he started winning awards for being such a handsome, effective, and charismatic leader.
At this point in time, Jesse started winning every imaginable award related to local governance. Capitalizing on his new found fame outside Naga, Jesse organized a team of writers, media men and hardcore loyalists that would become his PR backbone for the rest of his political career. Manning this group are close friends and loyal allies - mostly from Ateneo - Gabby Bordado, Joe Perez, Willy Prilles, Jun Mongoso, Francis Soler, Frank Mendoza, Lito Del Rosario, and others. This team would relentlessly scour the earth for award giving bodies, submit nominations, provide write ups praising Jesse to the high heavens and negotiate incessant media coverage. This was the pre-Internet age and there were no cell phones or social media yet during this time, yet this group can put young present-day marketers to shame. If there were few nominees, this team would exploit the void and barrage the award giving bodies with news clippings and positive write ups.

Then one of his most loyal yet poorest followers, Gabby Bordado, stumbled upon the Ramon Magsaysay Award which:
was touted as Asia's version of the Nobel Prize.
The award would be prestigious for Jesse Robredo and since Jesse was rich he did not need the $50,000 that came with it.  So:
One day Gabby went into Jesse's office in City Hall and discussed to him the Ramon Magsaysay Award. Unbeknownst to many, winning the Ramon Magsaysay Award will not only grant fame, honor and prestige to the recipient, it carries with it a hefty cash prize as well. The amount - $50,000. This amount may be loose change for Jesse Robredo, who at the time actually controlled a string of secret businesses that had to do with trading, beverages, construction and real estate, on top of the numerous properties he had all over the city and investments all over the country and abroad (Jesse was an extremely cautious player. He befriended local Chinese and Filipino businessmen who would become the fronts and dummies for his numerous real estate holdings and business interests). But for Gabby, this shit was like hitting the jackpot. So Gabby makes a proposition to Jesse that he would move heaven and earth to make him win the particular award on the condition that Jesse would give him half the cash prize. Jesse simply smiled. Excited, Gabby took that as a yes and went straight to work.
But Robredo reneged on the deal (if there even was a deal and not just a smile.)
Of course during and after the award Gabby found it hard to discuss with Jesse his end of the bargain. Jesse was busy providing interviews left and right, and often had to come to Manila to satisfy the media's demand for coverage. Gabby was anxious but he had no choice. He had to wait. After the long mind-numbing wait Gabby finally had a chance to confront his boss about their agreement. Jesse, grateful for Gabby's hard work, told him that his reward was ripe for the picking - a trip to Hong Kong with his wife.
Gabby felt a sudden rush of blood to the head. He engineers the fucker's win and all he was willing to give him in return was a crappy trip to Hong Kong?

Part 5 tells us all about Emilio Aguinaldo who became one of Robredo's fiercest opponents.
Jesse's council was pretty much a rubber stamp council. How the hell could it not be? For seven straight election years, Jesse handpicked his team and made sure whoever sat there would be as docile and subservient to his demands, while making it appear as if they're not. Opposition was met with swift action, and perceived rogues were nipped in the bud. One of these budding rogues was Emil Aguinaldo.
Emil was growing increasingly vocal. He detested the way Jesse treated the council. This, of course, did not sit well with Jesse.
So Emilio started digging into Robredo's business holdings.
He exposed Jesse's anomalies in the media and filed dozens of cases against him. Graft cases in the Ombudsman that numbered more than 50. He scoured the earth for Jesse's alleged hidden properties and established paper trails to prove his case. He was unstoppable. His tenacity was fueled by a deep hatred that turned him into a one man wrecking machine. At first, Jesse considered him a nuisance, and paid little heed to his attacks. Emil's association with Luis did not help him win public opinion. Jesse branded him as his uncle's attack dog. But as the cases piled up, and Emil was proving himself to be more of a nuisance, securing incriminating documents that may ultimately prove him right in court, Jesse started to act.

Robredo's uncle Luis funded Emilio who filed numerous cases against Robredo.
Emil, with the financial backing of Luis Villafuerte, was getting closer and closer to the truth - exposing anomalous deals, hidden properties, and Jesse's links to the illegal gambling trade. Robredo faced a slew of allegations, among them that he received Jueteng payola from the first cousin of his wife Leni, a certain Alex Tang. Another report had it that his brother Butch had some business dealings with Charlie “Atong” Ang, the disgraced gambling adviser of former President Joseph Estrada. Included among the cases filed by Aguinaldo was the questionable construction of the Naga City Coliseum, an architectural monstrosity which was ironically named after him when he died.
One day Emilio boarded a bus bound for Manila to follow up on the cases he had filed against Robredo.
In June 8, 2008, Emil Aguinaldo decided to go to Manila to follow up the cases he filed before the Ombudsman. He had grown impatient with the slow pace of the Ombudsman in resolving the cases against Jesse. Aguinaldo’s wife Marina would later reveal that her husband had to sell three pigs so he would have money to go to Manila. He boarded the bus and was never seen since. 
The implication is that Robredo had him assassinated.
While it was a commonly held perception that Jesse was a straight arrow, political realities in the ground necessitated certain practical dispositions. After all, Naga was no different from any other political turf - where conflicting interests thrived. In the interest of self-preservation and political survival, Jesse was not one to shy away from employing drastic measures, especially if there was no other option. Like any other local political chieftain, he had a go-to guy whenever he needed some dirty stuff taken care of. This would come in the person of Juanito “Totoy” Ona. Totoy, being a notorious hired assassin, was listed as the Number 1 most wanted criminal in Camarines Sur for a string of robberies and murders attributed to him.

Parts 6 and 7 deal with drug users and dealers under the protection of Robredo.

Part 8 deals with his condo in Manila and irregularities associated with it.
Jesse found the weekly commute to Metro Manila incredibly tiring. Naga was not only his kingdom, it was his comfort zone. Upon his death, Leni would claim that Naga was Jesse's "happy place." No matter how demanding his new work was, Jesse always found a way to go home each week. In keeping with his "brand," Jesse would ride the bus from Naga to Manila, and would often times ask his close friend Rudy Guinhawa to pick him up at the bus station. Under the circumstances, Rudy was the most practical choice to come fetch him every time he's in Manila. They both had penthouse units at the rooftop of 20 Lansbergh Place in Tomas Morato, Quezon City, which was just a few minutes away from the Cubao bus station. The condo building was developed by Rudy's company, 24K Development Corporation in 2004. The tower ran 20 stories high, had a pool in the roof deck and a lobby that looked fairly impressive despite the building's scruffy exterior [Lansbergh]. On paper, Rudy Guinhawa owned the building. In truth, it was Jesse's.
 The day after Jesse's plane crashed, the "rented" condo unit would figure prominently in the headlines, as Jesse's Undersecretary Rico Puno attempted to break in with a couple of high-ranking police officials, purportedly to secure "sensitive" documents, fueling suspicions of a cover up. President Aquino would later admit giving the orders to Puno, in an apparent attempt to save face as the controversial Puno came under fire for the attempted intrusion [Newsflash].
Coincidentally, this same rented unit was the subject of one of the cases filed by Emilio Aguinaldo before his mysterious disappearance in 2008. Louie Ortega, a former Naga City Councilor and another staunch critic of Jesse, filed another case in 2012 after Aguinaldo's case was dismissed by the Ombudsman in 2011. He accused the Interior Secretary of acts of dishonesty and culpable violation of the 1987 Constitution, among others, for not listing the condominium unit in his Statement of Assets, Liabilities and Net worth (SALN). In response, Jesse's lawyer and incumbent Naga councilor Nelson Legacion, who notarized Robredo’s SALNs, said the condominium unit in Quezon City which the latter did not declare in his SALNs (2006-2010) was owned by Jocelyn Austria* and Marcelina Manalastas Robredo, Jesse's mother [Bicolmail].
This is part 1 of a series of articles and giving a summary is difficult because the political machinations of Jesse Robredo are so complex and every step and detail must be taken into account. Ostensibly the gist of the matter is that Jesse Robredo is no saint and his wife Leni, who rose to political power on his hallowed memory, is also no saint. 

Just reading the first part one can see all the same old political beasts raising up their heads.  Specifically cronyism and a blatant turning of the eye for political and monetary favours.  It is a tale as old as time.  

The strange case of Leila De Lima




Leila De Lima would have the whole world believe she is a political prisoner. With the help of the international media she has taken the heat off herself and placed it squarely on President Duterte.  Look at these headlines:

New York Times:

United Press International:

Time:

ABS-CBN News:

Philippine law enforcers arrest Duterte critic on drug charges


Any mention of the charges against her (involvement in the drug trade) are swept aside as: 
"plain and simple political persecution," adding that she had prepared herself to be the "first political prisoner under this regime."
De Lima was given much time to answer the charges against her.  She faced accuser after accuser in during the senate hearings related to her case.  Not a single time did she rebut any of the allegations against her. Each time she faced an accuser she acted the martyr.  She twisted her face and hands in a "woe-is-me" posture.  Invoking God time and again she said:
'May God forgive you for all your sins, and may God forgive you for all your lies about me,'
Continuing to ignore the allegations against her she brought up her own unproven allegations:
She alleged that the portion of Espinosa's affidavit that referred to her was made "under gunpoint, under duress." She said this is why "it's pointless for me to question him on those points." 
 "And I also feel that it would not be appropriate for me to do so because there would be questions on my objectivity, on my interest because I'm being implicated expressedly as having received that money," De Lima added.
http://www.rappler.com/nation/153354-de-lima-kerwin-espinosa-i-forgive-you

She refused to defend herself and instead threw herself upon the mercy of God.
“I trust in God to allow me to overcome all this. In the end the truth will come out and justice will be mine.”

Now, after penning a hand written letter to her family from jail, De Lima would have you believe she is Martin Luther King Jr.  Maybe she's right though. Let's take a look.

On April 16, 1963 Dr. King penned his famous "Letter from a Birmingham jail."  In this letter he defends himself and his actions during the fight for civil rights.

But more basically, I am in Birmingham because injustice is here. Just as the prophets of the eighth century B.C. left their villages and carried their "thus saith the Lord" far beyond the boundaries of their home towns, and just as the Apostle Paul left his village of Tarsus and carried the gospel of Jesus Christ to the far corners of the Greco Roman world, so am I compelled to carry the gospel of freedom beyond my own home town. Like Paul, I must constantly respond to the Macedonian call for aid.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. 

Now compare that to De Lima's "Letter from a Manila jail


“While I’m psychologically prepared for this, my whole being cries out for truth and justice. My heart also bleeds for all other victims of injustice – those who were also falsely accused and now cramped in severely congested jails,” she said in the letter.
“But God, who is all-knowing and infinitely good and just, will make sure that EVIL will not triumph,” she said.
It's the exact same sentiments! 

Here's something else that is that same about Martin Luther King Jr and Leila De Lima: Adultery!

King committed adultery again and again: Ava DuVernay's Oscar-nominated biopic “Selma” depicts King as being unfaithful to his wife, Coretta Scott King. Though the reasons this information is public knowledge isn't ethical -- the FBI wanted to use it to discredit King -- he cheated on Coretta so many times that she was reportedly disillusioned with their marriage.

De Lima:
Senator Leila de Lima has confirmed the long-running rumor that she was once in a romantic relationship with her former driver, Ronnie Dayan.
Asked why she fell in love with a driver like Dayan given her status, De Lima said in an interview with Winnie Monsod, which aired Monday night on GMA, that it was part of her “frailties as a woman.”

There is one difference however.  You can't watch Martin Luther King Jr committing adultery.  But you can watch Leila De Lima doing it with her driver.


 

Thursday, March 2, 2017

The Philippines will not save you

You cannot escape yourself. Everywhere you go, there you are. Some people who move to the Philippines thinking to get away from the hassle and stress of the West do not realise that it is they who are the source of all the hassle and they will only bring their problems with them.

One such man was Richard Alexander Harbich.  




A German man with many complications back home, in 2014 he ran away to the Philippines to meet a woman he met online. He returned to Germany in early 2015 and came back to the Philippines a few months later. I will not give a biography of this man.  I will only say that all the media reports of him being duped by a woman are incorrect.

The fact is he was beset by serious financial and psychological troubles which he could not handle and he thought that he could outrun them by moving to the Philippines.  As with many he thought that the Philippines was a paradise where everything would be so much easier, where he could start a new life and the past would simply vanish.  But he caught up with himself and on March 3rd, 2016, in a final desperate act, he jumped from the third floor balcony of a mall and killed himself.

BACOLOD -- About a year after he complained to local police that his Negrense fiancĆ©e duped him, German national Richard Alexander Harbich leaped to his death from the third floor of a shopping mall in Bacolod City on Thursday afternoon, March 3. 
Apparently broken-hearted and broke at the same time, his frustration could have prompted him to end his own life, said Senior Inspector Richard Fajarito, chief of Police Station 1. 
The 40-year-old native of Friedberg, Germany, first attempted to jump from the same location on Wednesday evening, but mall tenants stopped him. 
Around 3 p.m. Thursday, Harbich was seen roaming alone inside SM City Bacolod. Moments later, he went to the third floor of the mall’s Annex Building and jumped.
Mall goer Bea Fernandez, 40, of Barangay 16, said she was standing near the foreigner, but she failed to stop him because she was holding her three-year-old daughter. 
She said she saw Harbich climb up the railing and eventually fall to the ground floor. 
 Fernandez added that she asked for assistance from a security guard. 
Harbich sustained serious injuries and died upon reaching Dr. Pablo O. Torre Memorial Hospital.
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/bacolod/local-news/2016/03/04/german-national-leaps-his-death-malls-third-floor-460709
Do not make the mistake of thinking the Philippines is a paradise on earth.  There is no paradise on earth. Wherever you go you will bring your own fears and pathologies and issues. You cannot escape yourself and in a foreign country any troubles you have will only be exacerbated.  

Do not make the mistake so many have made and think that running away from your problems will solve them.  It could be that you are the problem. And you cannot escape from yourself.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

What's for breakfast?

A Bowl of Stinky Dried Fish!

Bon AppƩtit!



Don't forget to open all the windows and doors and air out the house!