I
RESPECT those who unfriend “friends” due to differences in
choices in presidential candidates, food/eating behavior, ideological
preference, religious faith, or March Madness bracketology. But me? I
prefer my FB “friends” very diverse. Like Chinese-Italian-Pan
American buffet. I dig a marketplace of crisscrossing sensibilities
and scrimmages of views—as long as people “speak up” with words
than spit out one-line or one word snides. Well, wit and intelligence
or idiocy and jerkness come not just from my side of the fence—wisdom
and coolness as well as dafuqness and stupidity also emanate from the
other side or somewhere in the middle. The universe is a world-music
open jam. Just because some people don't agree with me—don't mean
that they are dumb or nincompoops. That is ignorance. Let us try to
learn life from people who seem so different from us—and not just
from those who sing in our own choir. Dig?
SPAM TALES. [1] The subject matter says, “What have you cooked
lately?” From someone with only a first name, that is also the
first name of one of my daughters. So I clicked. Someone was selling
me pot (I mean, Le Creuset kitchenware), not what you're thinking.
[2] A startling email comes in, heading: “What is wrong with your
neighbor?” sent by a dude named Alfred. So I thought, maybe a
concerned fella who shares my frustration over neighbors who whine a
lot when Georgia barks 7 consecutive times 7 times a month, dig? So I
clicked. It was a campaign blurb from a politician on my state.
DAYS
ago, I got an email with a subject that says, “Happy Birthday! How
are you these days?” Sent by a (supposedly) lady whose name was an
ex's name, right? Oh well, an ex-girlfriend has forgiven my past
shenanigans—after 15 years??? So I clicked. It was a spam-pitch to
a weekend in a spa/resort in Charleston, 25 percent discount with
free volcanic stones (whoa!) and meditation CD by Yanni—if I
purchase the offer in two days with a credit card. Damn! I was in Las
Vegas?!? LOL!
AN
OLDER lady, supposedly common friend of a number of FB friends (that
I know in person), wanted to be friends. So no problem... Internet
friends evolve into “outernet” (my word) friends. Then she asked
for my email address. No problem. Then she talked about God and a $5
million sitting in a Nigerian bank waiting for me. I immediately
unfriended her. I don't need $5 million to support my ramen noodles
addiction! LOL! That's too much moolah!
THERE
are a lot of “news” these days that point to other countries and
cultures inferring that these people/governments need to clean up
their act because our system is much better—instead of
in-depth/investigative reportage about local/domestic issues that hit
the gut. It's fine to write about international happenings if these
somehow revolve around our government's foreign policy and other
internal concerns but if we are just going to pick on peoples' ways
and lifestyles with the aim to accentuate that they suck and need to
behave because we said so, our so-called voice will only fall bounce
back at us. If others eat snails dipped on balimbi sauce so be it, we
have our own bizarre foods to enjoy. If others jail people for “mere”
spray-painting one's new Buick so be it, we got our own share of
dafuq laws to amend. There are so many matters within our fences,
basic and important, to cover as media practitioners other than write
stories that are more replete with “opinionated” self-righteous
yarns than straight info (4 Ws, 1 H). Otherwise, it'd be more
sensical for (some of) the current media to just post a damn funny
cat video or a Bee Gees song like “Stayin' Alive.” I am talking
about me as a Filipino and a resident of America, the Philippines and
the US of A.
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