What a shocking revelation!... Vice-President Biden couldn't take it anymore, and conceded in front of millions of Americans watching on prime time television that he's voting for Trump, who was stunned himself, for President of the United States; which ended their 1st debate unexpectedly, before it even started... Then, I woke up from an unbelievable dream, but with a smile on my face.
And I asked myself: Is it possible that the onslaught of forgetfulness will catch up on him during the presidential debates, that Mr. Biden will just blurt out whatever is in his mind, without any regard of its consequences; and Trump wins the election by technical knockout?
It happened to my sister Ate Ofel's classmate, and another friend of hers, who was recovering from a stroke four years ago, and limping while walking with her nephew, when my brother Kuya Muling and me saw them come in, and treated them to Chicken meals inside the Jollibee Restaurant in Macabebe, Pampanga. I told her that Gie was in the US with our daughter, and taking care of our 1st grandchild, when out of the blue she told me that somebody told her that I married an old and ugly woman in America.
I was taken aback, but not offended because I knew that her brain was not right; and I calmly took a recent picture of Gie in my wallet, showed it to her, and jokingly asked her to compare it to all of my female cousins, or wives of all my relatives, and tell me who was more beautiful. She apologized to me profusely after realizing that her big mouth got her in trouble because of her stroke; but I knew exactly who had an ax to grind, and told her lies about me and my family in the US out of envy (as observed and pointed out to me by my son Osbert, when we went there for his college graduation gift, and visited Mama in the hospital.)
It could not have come from my aunts, who loved to teach her how to cook Pampango gourmet foods, even without me, because she was very generous/mas galante to them; and neither my cousins or wives of cousins who enjoyed grocery shopping in Apalit, Pampanga with her, because she bought them everything that they wanted.
My point is that you cannot fault the bearer of wrong information out of gossip, if it was done without malice, because his or her brain was out of sync, or not functioning properly because of early signs of dementia, Alzheimer's disease, stroke, or even when the physical body was competing with incorrect assumptions, or it was not in its proper place.
I was watching Tucker's show on Fox News last night, while he was interviewing a lawyer representing female student athletes who did not qualify in their particular sport because transgender women took the top places instead. I hate to be the bearer of bad news; and I'm not judging gender dysphoria, which I personally believe exists, but only observing that transgender women, who are still biologically male, will perform far more superior than other female athletes in women's sports, and skewing the results. Therefore, let them compete, not against men for obvious reasons, and neither against women because of the above, but against fellow transgender women, in order to keep the playing field at an even keel. So from now on, there should be four categories of sports: men, women, transgender men, and transgender women.
The same thing is true with fellow jubilarians, who haven't been seen in 50 years, and everybody behaved differently because everyone of us is unique, especially today, during this Age of the Coronavirus.
First of all, everyone is coming from different places, perspective, background, point of view, and experience. Many of our classmates will not be there at all for some reason; and we just need to be more understanding and open-minded. Some are afraid of being misunderstood; while others are stuck living in a parallel universe; and although it's the opposite of what we expected, it is still a no brainer for them, because they still think of the old days-- same honor roll, leaders, and status, inspite of favoritism, inequality, political and family connections, because they haven't changed-- which is actually the only thing constant in this world.
I guess what I'm trying to say is: What you'll see, will not always what you'll get, because even though we are all different, yet we are all equal because no one is better than you; and nobody will be richer or poorer, more beautiful or uglier, gay or gayer, more successful or not, worse or worst, better or best, because we are all God's creation; and unlike high school we will all leave our ego at the door and technically come to our Reunion all naked, no more bullying, without any appearances that can deceive us, and cunning because that's immoral.
(TO BE CONCLUDED WITH MORE PREDICTIONS...)
And I asked myself: Is it possible that the onslaught of forgetfulness will catch up on him during the presidential debates, that Mr. Biden will just blurt out whatever is in his mind, without any regard of its consequences; and Trump wins the election by technical knockout?
It happened to my sister Ate Ofel's classmate, and another friend of hers, who was recovering from a stroke four years ago, and limping while walking with her nephew, when my brother Kuya Muling and me saw them come in, and treated them to Chicken meals inside the Jollibee Restaurant in Macabebe, Pampanga. I told her that Gie was in the US with our daughter, and taking care of our 1st grandchild, when out of the blue she told me that somebody told her that I married an old and ugly woman in America.
I was taken aback, but not offended because I knew that her brain was not right; and I calmly took a recent picture of Gie in my wallet, showed it to her, and jokingly asked her to compare it to all of my female cousins, or wives of all my relatives, and tell me who was more beautiful. She apologized to me profusely after realizing that her big mouth got her in trouble because of her stroke; but I knew exactly who had an ax to grind, and told her lies about me and my family in the US out of envy (as observed and pointed out to me by my son Osbert, when we went there for his college graduation gift, and visited Mama in the hospital.)
It could not have come from my aunts, who loved to teach her how to cook Pampango gourmet foods, even without me, because she was very generous/mas galante to them; and neither my cousins or wives of cousins who enjoyed grocery shopping in Apalit, Pampanga with her, because she bought them everything that they wanted.
My point is that you cannot fault the bearer of wrong information out of gossip, if it was done without malice, because his or her brain was out of sync, or not functioning properly because of early signs of dementia, Alzheimer's disease, stroke, or even when the physical body was competing with incorrect assumptions, or it was not in its proper place.
I was watching Tucker's show on Fox News last night, while he was interviewing a lawyer representing female student athletes who did not qualify in their particular sport because transgender women took the top places instead. I hate to be the bearer of bad news; and I'm not judging gender dysphoria, which I personally believe exists, but only observing that transgender women, who are still biologically male, will perform far more superior than other female athletes in women's sports, and skewing the results. Therefore, let them compete, not against men for obvious reasons, and neither against women because of the above, but against fellow transgender women, in order to keep the playing field at an even keel. So from now on, there should be four categories of sports: men, women, transgender men, and transgender women.
The same thing is true with fellow jubilarians, who haven't been seen in 50 years, and everybody behaved differently because everyone of us is unique, especially today, during this Age of the Coronavirus.
First of all, everyone is coming from different places, perspective, background, point of view, and experience. Many of our classmates will not be there at all for some reason; and we just need to be more understanding and open-minded. Some are afraid of being misunderstood; while others are stuck living in a parallel universe; and although it's the opposite of what we expected, it is still a no brainer for them, because they still think of the old days-- same honor roll, leaders, and status, inspite of favoritism, inequality, political and family connections, because they haven't changed-- which is actually the only thing constant in this world.
I guess what I'm trying to say is: What you'll see, will not always what you'll get, because even though we are all different, yet we are all equal because no one is better than you; and nobody will be richer or poorer, more beautiful or uglier, gay or gayer, more successful or not, worse or worst, better or best, because we are all God's creation; and unlike high school we will all leave our ego at the door and technically come to our Reunion all naked, no more bullying, without any appearances that can deceive us, and cunning because that's immoral.
(TO BE CONCLUDED WITH MORE PREDICTIONS...)
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