pedestal me....

For the past twenty four hours, and about forty eight hours after a friend gave me the web link, I have been absorbed by this blog http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com. And this one too http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-03-10T13%3A53%3A00%2B11%3A00&max-results=15



To the uninformed let me tell you that this blog basically highlights the controversy behind an Australian landscape artist Brian Gorrell accusing his ex-gay lover, a writer for the Philippine STAR, DJ Montano, of swindling him out of US$70,000 that he had lent him, purportedly for the purpose of putting up a restaurant. He also drags into the filth and accuses Montano’s high society and high climbing friends – the Gucci Gang members one of which is Celine Lopez, who is a well-known figure in Philippine high society and the lowly scum-filled world of cocaine addiction it seems who is Montano's best friend — of covering up the deed. The blog is basically put up to place literary or internet media pressure on Montano and for his circle of pals to pressure him to return the money he swindled out of Gorrell.



The blog is a Pandora's box of the habits of the so-called elite society of the Philippines. Because Gorrell has unleashed the dirty but probably well-known secrets of this "brat-pack", the whole thing has become a popularity and tongue-bashing circus both on the net by anonymous "comment-ers" and in real life, the friends of these major players of Manila's dynamic social scene. Not only is the expose on gay materialistic tendencies one of the major popularity fuel in this issue but the nasty habits also equal if not surpass the juiciness of the aforementioned gay sex scene hullabaloo. The most badly hurt names are the friends of Montano, those who belong to the list of the so-called high society if there is such a term for a Third-world country anyway hahahaha. I am pretty sure these colorful characters are hemorrhaging at the thought of their names being splashed all around the net with unGodly acts attached to their daily resume of activities. Cocaine addiction, indiscriminate spending of money, use and abuse of political and social influences and even the sporting of fake Birkin bags are enough to make many of these social climbers convulse at the thought of these biblical revelations.



The whole plethora of events remind me of a scene from one of my favorite author's, Charles Dickens, book, "A Tale of Two Cities" where the bloodlust for a high-society scapegoat hung in the air among the lower class French citizens due to the social unrest of the said period and the many misaccused poor political Frenchpeople in the Bastille. Knives being brandished and Madame Defarge's intensity on her needlework come to mind too except that the whole Montano issue is set in my beloved but wrecked nation, the Philippines.



Wrecked is appropriate a description because in this country we all enjoy putting ourselves on the pedestal by attaching an irrational importance on family names and ancestral lineage. Your family name is a gold Visa card that will ease your entry to concerts, events, and a load of other opportunities. Because you are a Zobel or an Estrada, or one of those famous names with a lilt of European or American to it, you are significant and deserve recognition!!! Babies of mixed race are considered important here. Because you are half Polish or half English or half Kiribati-an for all I care, you deserve that fine table in a restaurant or a concert hall!!! Isn't it ridiculous? Why can't we all just work our asses towards that front seat or podium instead of relying on our fat-ass names? Because the Philippines is a country of lazy, distorted and self-important individuals that's why!!!



Self-proclamation too is a most famous pastime in this pathetic dump of a society. "Queen of this City," "Scion of this province," and "the First Lady of this locality" as well as "It Girl," "Most Charming," and "Face of the night" are just among many abused titles in our sick high society. Attaching oneself to an already famous name is a popular hobby as well. The definition of famous hinges on your political, social, ancestral, and financial biodata. You MAY not work for your name to be deemed important but you may grab one of those fancy titles! If you do not have that fancy and recognizable family name then God-forbid you haven't arrived yet! LOL



I have veered so greatly from the main issue here which is the blog of the Aussie bloke here and his woes but I cannot help but give my opinion on the many issues which have cropped up with his many revelations. I have to laud his literary and moral bravery at opening many eyes with his exposure of the goings-on in Manila's high society. The artificialness, ingenuity and the superficiality of it all just astounds me. What was purported to be one thing may be something else indeed! All I can really say is that if he is doing it for what he believes is right and justifiable then so be it. I wish him all the luck in the world if dredging up the filth many of my countrymen revel has a causal precedence to his goal. Of course I thank him for the colorful, juicy stuff he has unleashed so far because they make so much for an interesting read during my vacant times...