The real dirt
The cesspool isn’t in Boracay, it is some place along the Pasig River. We know from what dark and damaged mind and shameful and shameless mouth the sh*t comes.
By the way, “Mr. Cesspool,” God didn’t make you the way you are. You did, and you do. God doesn’t make you a distasteful and disgraceful president (which might be why those abusive Kuwaiti employers have a very low regard for Filipinos); you do.
It isn’t God that makes the Philippines a fearful country; because in your benighted mind you have kept a deep and irrational impression that drug addicts are “raping children and grandmothers”; you do.
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Boracay’s physical dirt can be removed. What about the nation’s spirit that you soil almost every day?
ATIS ALTAMIRANO, [email protected]
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