Faster Than The Speed of Light ? Perhaps.

Faster Than The Speed of Light? ...Perhaps

I remember a discussion that took place one time in the Sta Cruz, Manila area inside a church back in 1998...I was in discussion with the church's priest, a former "enfocer" member of Iglesia ni Kristo, and an official in the Marcos regime. It was an interesting discussion. Maybe, I'll try to talk about it one day regarding the various chats those three had.

But the thing that sticks to my mind was the priest, who happens to be a lawyer as well, advised that there is something faster than the speed of light. That "thing" is " Gaano kabilis lumipad ang kalulua sa pagkatao." In english this translates to something like, how fast the soul leaves the body of person upon death. Instantaneous! That was faster than the speed of light.

Of course there is no scientific way to measure this phenomenon. First, you have to believe in religion and life after death.

The speed of the soul leaving the physical body upon death. This will require variious posts and will really test the mind. How do you propose starting a theory regarding this matter. Religion and science mixed together. Obsession on this subject will bring a person to the brink of insanity before reaching a valid conclusion that will be presentable or accepted in the general populace.

Perhaps it will take another mind...a mind that thinks in another dimension to help me expand and work on this subject. She is especially helpful because after all she is my unpaid counselor regarding psychological matters. Doc if you are reading this. I could sure use your input on this matter.

One of The Greatest Confrontations of All Time Part 1

One of the Greatest Confrontations of All Time, Ricky ‘The Dragon’ Steamboat and his Vendetta for ‘Macho Man’ Part 1

It was about the Autumn season a long time ago, and I happened to be home on a Saturday afternoon and was watching television. Tatang happened to drop by the place and we watched his favorite show…WWF Wrestling. I told him in tagalog, “ Tang, peke po yan. Manood na lang tayo ng baseball.” In which Tatang vehemently defended The WWF, “Lintek kang bata ka. Anong pinagsasabi mong peke. Kung fake yan e bakit nagdudugo ang mga tao.”

There was no need to argue with an old man. I would lose the battle. Being that it was too early to go out and play basketball or anything else, I sat down and watched WWF Wrestling with Tatang that day.

Back then televised matches composed of mismatches of big bulky favorites who would systematically destroy their smaller hapless no-name opponents. Then came the main event for the day. The challenger, from Honolulu, Hawaii…Ricky ‘The Dragon’ Steamboat. The guy looked Filipino and I was flabbergasted. I always thought the Steamboat guy was white. Then out came his opponent. Then WWF Intercontinental Champion, led to the ring by his lovely manager, Ms. Elizabeth, from Sarasota, Florida…’The Macho Man’ Randy Savage.

Ms. Elizabeth had to be the best looking female I had seen on television at the time exuding so much class. She had a stunning gown on, and what a body. The beautiful face... a complete foil for “The Macho Man”.

Both men were evenly built. Great conditioning allowed the two grapplers to go at it tooth and nail. What a match! The Dragon matched The Macho Man move for move. Lightning fast elbows to the face. Deep arm-drag takedowns.

Then both combatants took to the air. You thought the U.S. Air Force could fly? The Macho Man would leap from the top turnbuckle drop a double axe-handle on The Dragon's head, almost taking it off. Afterwhich, going for a pinfall cover. ONE! TWO! … and a kick out by The Dragon well beyond the two count, but closer to three!

You could feel the electricity in the air. You could cut it with a knife. Reverse knife-edge karate chops made both of their chest bright red from the repetitive move. Forearm smash!

Scientific moves were countered versus scientific move. The Macho Man went for a body slam, and The Dragon blocked it and rolled him up for a “small package” … and The Macho Man unbelievably kicked out.

Then came the deciding sequence. The referee was knocked down. Won’t you know it, it was Dave Hebner. Macho Man kicked Steamboat outside and raised him above the guard rails and dropped him next first in the metal railings. The Dragon hurt clutching his throat was gasping for air. Macho Man then placed Ricky Steamboat on the guard railing with the neck exposed downward to the metal railing, climbed the top turnbuckle and about 25 feet into the air…LANDED on The Dragon crushing his larynx.

He wasn’t through yet. Macho Man send The Dragon back in the ring and grabbed the time-keeper’s steel bell. He climbed the top turnbuckle again and about eighteen feet in the air DROPPED the steel time keeper’s bell right on The Dragon’s throat. He didn’t just drop it. He friggin drove it into his throat.

The medical crew came in and boy The Dragon was grasping for air. They had to get him out of the ring in a stretcher.

Macho Man ended his opponent’s career, the number one contender. Until March of the following year. That story next time.

C.B. Inspiration

Sometimes I don't know...I just want to know the real meaning of true sadness. Ah but you just get so tired. And after a while I just feel like I'm just watching a dream I just can't wake up from. When I open my eyes it's like I'm seeing the past in one eye, and seeing the present in the other. So maybe I can only see patches of reality.

It's like that story...“There once was a tiger–stripped cat. This cat died a million deaths, was revived, and lived a million lives and was owned by many different people he didn’t really care for. This cat wasn’t afraid to die. Then, one day this cat became a stray cat, which meant it was free and he met a white, female cat and the two of them spent their days together happily. Well, years past and the white cat grew weak and died of old age. The tiger stripped cat cried a million times, then he died too, except this time, he didn’t come back to life...”

Yeah. The true meaning of real sadness indeed...

I was younger then, I wasn’t afraid of anything, I didn’t think about dying for a second. I thought I was invincible. Then I met some girl. I wanted to live, I started to think like, for the first time I was afraid of death. I had never felt like that before.

Maybe I really am just watching a dream I can't wake up from.

A Foreigner Loves The Philippines Moreso Than It's Own People

June 12 is a day celebrating the Independence of The Philippines. Can anyone truly say they love the Philippines ? All you hear these days are how bad the situation is in the Philippines and that they cannot wait to leave the Philippines and go to a foreign land where the pasture is greener. The only reason the pasture is greener on the other side, is that they use more MANURE.

But there is one person who unquestionable loves The Philippines, especially during it's darkest hours. And he did not have to...after all he was a foreigner. But I know that this man sincerely loved The Philippines moreso than his land, The United States of America. Below is one of his speeches when he fulfilled a promise to the land he loved.



TO THE PEOPLE OF THE PHILIPPINES:

I have returned. By the grace of Almighty God our forces stand again on Philippine soil -- soil consecrated in the blood of our two peoples. We have come, dedicated and committed, to the task of destroying every vestige of enemy control over your daily lives, and of restoring, upon a foundation of indestructible, strength, the liberties of your people.

At my side is your President, Sergio Osmena, worthy successor of that great patriot, Manuel Quezon, with members of his cabinet. The seat of your government is now therefore firmly re- established on Philippine soil.

The hour of your redemption is here. Your patriots have demonstrated an unswerving and resolute devotion to the principles of freedom that challenges the best that is written on the pages of human history. I now call upon your supreme effort that the enemy may know from the temper of an aroused and outraged people within that he has a force there to contend with no less violent than is the force committed from without.

Rally to me. Let the indomitable spirit of Bataan and Corregidor lead on. As the lines of battle roll forward to bring you within the zone of operations, rise and strike. Strike at every favorable opportunity. For your homes and hearths, strike! For future generations of your sons and daughters, strike! In the name of your sacred dead, strike! Let no heart be faint. Let every arm be steeled. The guidance of divine God points the way. Follow in His Name to the Holy Grail of righteous victory!

Douglas MacArthur

Mood in Nirvana's song "Smells Like Teen Spirit"

The music from Kurt Cobain's group Nirvana moves me in various ways. The mood is painful and full of anguish. I'm not a white guy from Seattle, but I can relate to the pain and anguish. So can the millions of Nirvana fans worldwide.

When people were listening to club music, rap, heavy metal, rock and roll, pop music, and jazz...this album by Nirvana went mainstream back in the final months of 1991. I remember because I was living in Florida at the time. I learned and came to appreciate the new music arriving in the scene. It brought out the inner feelings of pain and anguish inside me. It also just helped release the "Go Fuck Yourself Attitude" in music. This meaning I wanna listen to this and who cares if you don't like it because it's not mainstream.

A lot of the music helps release the tragic hero figure inside you. It's like you keep fighting and fighting and fighting but at the end you lose to the same opposing force everytime. Very tragic indeed. You make a good accounting of yourself during the fighting but at the end by hook or by crook you lose to the opposing force.

For example the tunes to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" song to me sounds like a mood very deep in tragedy. I never really like to pay attention to the lyrics, I like to listen to the sounds of the music and see how they affect me. That song is still one of my favorites to this day. It gets me pumped up feeling like I'm on the top of the world and at the same time I feel so down like everything is on top of my shoulder. Hence I feel like the tragic hero destined to die at the end of the conflict. The whole song is like a roller coaster of feelings up and down then up then down and so forth.

It's too bad I don't take any illegal drugs. Imagine what it would be like for me to listen to that song while intoxicated in alcohol and drugs. I might just probably blow my head away with a gun. The song is very painful in the sense that it pulls the light side and dark side together and tries to squeeze them both inside you. And you deal with it.

Maybe I'll do that when I'm old like 75 years old and retired. Just to see what the effects of the song will be like.

But this song also takes away fears I have. I don't really know how to explain it. It makes your fear of death disappear. At least for me. Back in the mid to late 90s while racing my car in the highways between 1AM and 4AM with others, I would accelerate my speed way beyond the speed limit and criss cross and even playing chicken with opposing drivers at the other side of the road. I had this feeling that I can't die. And if I die ... then so what. Perhaps that is why when Kurt Cobain died in 1994, many of his fans committed suicide.

Suicide is one of the dumbest things on the face of the Earth. If you are going to die, then make it count. Don't die an asshole in a garage due to the car's fumes. Die like a fucking hero. Go to the Middle East and blow up the terrorist with you. If you are going to die then make it worthwhile.

But man does that song pump me up. My problems just go away. At least temporarily. I listen to the song and it's like another person is in me. A person that just says, "Fuck You! Fuck Them! Get the Fuck out of my face! Leave Me Alone!" Great isn't it.

Modern Day Warrior

Like the song said it...A Modern Day Warrior with a mean mean stride today's Tom Sawyer big big pride. - Rush

This was also the theme song of The Modern Day Warrior, Kerry Von Erich. A man who knows success. A man full of adversity. And a man who's been on the comeback trail more than once.

In honor of thy brother you defeated the legendary Nature Boy, Ric Flair in front of over 60,000 people in Texas Stadium in Dallas for the World's Heavyweight title. After a paralyzing motorcycle accident, you came back to the world of sports entertainment and reached the spotlight once again, unknown to the world you were aided by a prosthesis.

The pain must have been too much day in and day out. But you continued to work that which is in your blood. Even if you had to use illegal pain killers and abusive medications. Why? To kill the pain.

When everything went downhill along with your personal life, you took your own life with a bullet to your heart. The Von Erich curse continues. However sad your ending you will always be...The Modern Day Warrior who won the sports most coveted title for The Yellow Rose of Texas for that one night in the early 1980s. Your crowning achievement in glory will live in the legendary annals of Texas. God rest your soul Kerry Von Erich.

What is wrong with the general Filipino mentality in regards to Nationalism?

As if a Filipino if he or she is proud to be a Filipino? The usual answer you get is a circumvention to the actual answer. It is a direct question. Answer yes or no. Yet people have trouble answering this question with one word.

They will start with a reason why they are not happy with the current situation in the Philippines. Then they start going down the list on why they are dissatisfied with the government and economics. Yet they cannot answer yes or no.

A growing number of people now answer this question with a disenchanted voice indicating they can't wait to leave the Philippines for outside and greener pastures. Those people think outside the Philippines are greener pastures, yet more than half end up with broken families, living paycheck to paycheck, or are unhappy with their lives outside the Philippines. And a guaranteed 99.9 % are homesick the moment they board that plane. Some get to be so homesick that they end up flying back to the Philippines after putting down with harsh remarks how much they wanted to leave the Philippines.

There is no sense in pride. People can complain about the corrupt government. The hardship of life.

One thing I know...it has always been a hard life for more than 95 % of the Filipinos back then. And I'm talking about way back then. The same thing can be said for now. Due to the media, advance in communications, and great technological breakthroughs, Filipinos get to communicate around the world at a moments notice. Not like before, where there is a great delay. People like to compare themselves to others, and it is just natural to want things. And Filipinos are materialistic. They can deny this, but when you see them with cellphone, new fashion, and other materials then they double talk themselves. But you can't fault them. Where as before, it would take a while for the new trend to hit home, and local trends would be okay.

Nationalism is dead. But bring a war on the shore ? Would they clutter on ships or planes to leave ? Some will. But I think the majority can't due to limited supply, so they might actually be forced to have a little nationalism here and there. Otherwise, they might be killed by the enemy. Of course the sip-sip would surely survive at the cost of the life of his or her brother or sister.