The death of a fisherman

Even before a Philippine Coast Guard ship fired at a Taiwanese fishing boat that resulted in the death of a 65-year old fisherman, many Filipinos are already primed to shoot any chinky-eyed person on a foreign boat and sailing near or inside its territorial waters.

For months running before the incident, the Philippines and China have engaged in a bitter word war over each country’s claim on a group of islands in the now West Philippine Sea, which was China Sea and still is to China and others. The word war was, of course, not without fanfare. Just imagine a group of fishing boats having the temerity to sail around the disputed islands, with battleships as escorts, compliments of China, right after the word war re-started. Although limping with it’s ageing patrol boats, the Philippines cannot simply ignore such arrogance. Call it bullying if you want!

This tug of word went on for months, with the Philippines vainly trying the diplomatic channel while China employing the “thug approach” with their gun ships and mighty air force jets making flybys. And what do you think happens?

Those Pilipinos in their museum-class patrol boats and antiquated guns began thinking of their dire sorry state, if ever actual hostilities break out around the disputed islands. And as the word war between China and the Philippines continued without anyone gaining an upperhand, but with China continuously sending non-verbals of their tiger-to-mouse advantage, the Pinoys tasked of defending Filipino sovereignty began to feel something in the pith of their stomachs. And this may not even be a shared feeling, but definitely it was brewing in some of them.

So on that fateful Thursday, the one who pulled the trigger may have had the highest level of emotional hatred for the chinky-eyed people who threatened trespass. And if the head of the joint Philippine Coast Guard/Bureau of Fisheries team approved of the shooting, he obviously shares the same sentiment against the chinky-eyed persons on that boat.

So, in the spirit of Filipino revolutionaries using bolos and antiquated guns against the Americans, hindi sila nagpahuli at inunahan na ang kalaban resulting in the death of an old Taiwanese fisherman.

Been away, but not away

The last post more than six months ago only shows the true nature of the culture of what a deluge of information could do to an aging writer like me. Used to newspapers, magazines, books and other reading materials as primary sources of information, I am now drowned, literally, by a sea of information made available through technology, particularly via the Internet.

So, when I created this blog, I was just intent on writing about things that interest me, in light of the Filipino character of complaining. Making initial research, I soon got lost in a sea of information. In the process, my priorities got tossed and turned by wave after wave of new discoveries and information that I cannot ignore. The result: I got it all juggled and mixed up that I started to rethink and rethink, meaning, I got into a point of indecision, I can’t decide where to start.

While compiling materials for one of the major sources of complaints, the relation of Filipinos with migrant Chinese, I also tried Google. So, what came up is the conflict on Spratlys, which I may say is a current issue and one of the hottest issues that make Filipinos gripe and whine against China. They even see their Chinese (Tsinoys, if you like) as an embodiment, on some personal and business levels, of the Chinese claim on the group islands on the Philippine West Sea, formerly China sea.

This is where I got snagged. The materials keep on piling up, I can no longer cope, i.e. classifying the materials according to my initial plan.

I thought it was information paralysis. But later, while watering my plants, I realized that this kind of research, which had been with us for almost two decades already, defies my traditional view of compiling data. In short, resistance.

However, if I don’t push myself into addressing the sudden challenge, it would take me nowhere. So, I rolled I finished watering my small garden and rolled my sleeves to tackle the information I have so far gathered. As most of which were printed, I started putting related topics together.

I tell you, it was not easy. It took really hard time. But, here I am ready to push through with my original plan.