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POKPOK PARTY LIST


WALANG naglakas-loob sa kanila na sumugod sa Comelec upang maging… kahit na salimpusa lang sa halalan na matunog ang signos ng umaatikabong harumpakan.

Mayo 10 easily sounds out as, well… having a tool for fixing the wound that never heals the more you scratch it the better it feels… or endowed with a member of good standing.

The year 2010 reads as a pair of… uh… let’s just say it’s going to be a fight to the penis… at pulos itlog pa nga ang nakatambad sa bagong anyo ng balota… at kailangan nga na kulapulan ng tinta ang mga naturang itlog… na karamihan nga’y bugok.

Hindi kataka-taka na pati ang kabiyak ay nangangamba sa aking boto… baka raw isalpak sa ari-saring urinary tract… eh, urna nga pala or ballot box.

In the absence of common sense which isn’t common, quite a rarity in these parts, made worse by the lack of a defining law to figure out whatever “marginalized sector” means, every dunce drooling over chunks of pork barrel that run into millions… plus perks and pelf… such prospects had driven dolts into a frenzy… off they trooped to the Comelec for inclusion as legitimate party list.

Marahil, higit na mataas ang pagpapahalaga ng mga pokpok sa kanilang sarili… Heavens bless them work horses, they wrack and whack out their bodies for a pittance while keeping their thighs wide open for business.

O talagang sila ang talagang may malasakit sa kapakanan ng mga nagbabayad ng buwis, hindi na pinagnasaan na maging masiba’t hayok na lintang sasaid, sisipsip sa dumudugong bulsa ng taxpayer.

Kahit pa inihalihaw ang 12% VAT—na dayukdok na pumatong at nagpalipad sa presyo sa samut-saring produkto’t bilihin, pati na sa professional fees… huwag na huwag kalilimutan, si ex-Sen. Ralph Recto ang kapural sa halihaw ng VAT… hindi naman nadagdagan ng 12% VAT ang carnal services rendered nilang mga kawawang pokpok…

Silang mga pokpok ang tunay na mahirap… sila ang tunay na may malasakit… na hindi nagbuklod bilang Pambansang Ugnayan ng Kababaihang Inaapi… which would have stood out as an acronym for a party list…

Yeah, an electoral exercise is a labyrinth to get lost in… but with a party list like that that ought to be listed there will be labia to get lust in.

‘Yang mga lintek na party list… each putatively purporting to represent a marginalized sector of the body politic that’s conveniently missed out or dumped outright by any so-called Rep. – for “reptile”— that speaks volumes how the reptile isn’t doing his or her job for the entire populace that he or she represents… inutil na kinatawan, matinding kawatan…

Kaya mga masungit at masugid na mambabasa… urong-sulong labas-pasok para sa kapakanan ng mga pokpok, the genuine marginalized portion of the nation’s body politic!

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