A DUDE NAMED ANDRES
Si Andres Bonifacio, atapang a tao. Aputol a kamay, hindi atakbo. Aputol a paa, hindi atakbo. Apugot a ulo, hindi atakbo. Aputol a (bleep), atakbo atulin... Today, the Filipinos celebrate the 150 th birthday of one of its famous and beloved heroes, Andres Bonifacio. Mr. Bonifacio, the real hero of the masses—forget Erap the thief who only uses the masses for his advantage— spent his life trying to help liberate his country. He died while persisting in this noble mission— he was ordered killed by a notorious general. I am sure that no one’s going to contest it, that Andres is a certified hero. But when you say that someone like Manny Pacquiao, who like Andres is hogging the front page of the newspapers today, is also hero, I am going to howl in protest. Don’t get me wrong, I love Manny Pacquiao. I’ve become an instant avid fan the moment I saw him fight—he still was a flyweight then and was virtually nameless and had few fans then. I