Requiem for Dead Princess and Doña: Franky? What's wrong?

The Real Life Misfortunes of a No-Disaster-Preparedness-Plan-Scenario

The Kingdom mourns!!! The Princess is Dead!!! The Princess is Dead!!! Hear!!! Hear!!! Princess is Dead!!!

(Jesus [f_g] Christ, it's really terrible. When the bandillero shouts his tonsils off, it really gets to me!)

A lot of ships big and small went down, including Her Highness, The Princess. Yes, my dear subjects, the Princess is Dead!!! The Princess' au pair in Show Business' Best Love Team, was seen by paparazzi with another lady!

(Again, Jesus [f_g s_t] Christ! Each time the tsismis queens bawl their larynxes to kingdom come, I want to smash the idiot box with a hammer and ax!)

All told, more than a thousand people are either accounted for as dead, or missing. More painful, that one. Not knowing whether your loved one is alive, dead or totally eaten by sharks, or osterized to the smallest pieces by the elements.

According to Mr. Jimmy Gil (Live) over DZBB, he rode Princess of the Orient once and many months later, the Princess was properly seduced to dive into the ocean. And the Princess died, along with her passengers and a number of the crews in September 18, 1998. Out of 49 major marine mishaps that occurred since 1980, five major ones involved Suspicious Lines floating assets (Jimmy Gil [Live]'s term, not mine). Of course, the latest was MV Princess of the Stars that sank near Romblon on Sunday, according to a media research group. (Don't make me mention their name, hummph! The enemy is listening.)

The biggest maritime tragedy in the world in peace time is Suspicious Lines' MV Doña Paz' collision with MT Vector. This happened earlier, December 20, 1987. From official reports, the number of casualties was a low 1,856, but investigations bear out that the extremely overpregnant Doña led 4,000 people to their deaths. Not yet one year after the super pregnant Doña killed about 4,000 humans and liberated their spirits, October 24, 1988, MV Doña Marilyn, again of Suspicious Lines, ferried people to their deaths to destination Tacloban City. Nearly a hundred souls were freed from living flesh to join the spirit world.

 Then of course, MV Princess of the Orient that released 70 spirits to either heaven or hell at a spot beside Fortune Island, Batangas Province. Relatives searched for eighty loved ones, but these unfortunate ones were never ever found. Up to this date? Perhaps. Or else, we would have heard of them in the news. Again in 2005, at the onset of rains on the 7th of July 200 spirits would have been liberated from the flesh of humans being ferried by MV Princess of the World if the fire on board that floating asset had not been killed in the vicinity of the Zamboanga peninsula.

Five major disasters at sea. All because Suspicious Lines made them, or helped make them happen. How patently paralyzing is that? On Sunday, June 22, 2008 in only one storm, several ships, plus Suspicious' Princess, were seduced by the demons in the water. All of them dived. Nearly two hundred from the small boats are still missing as this blog is being written. More from the Princess. Some inside the Princess' belly.

All these frolicking ships and small boats, are a nuisance. They tend to diminish life and undervalue property. (Fucking major understatement of the year!)

And then there is the lack of a proper Disaster Preparedness Master Plan for the country.

It is hard to fault the NDCC. They are of course, doing their jobs in the way they know best.

Without a Master Plan, there are no established parameters and criteria for damage and casualty preemption.

In short, no way Jose, can government actually see the loopholes and literal holes in Princesses and Doñas before they are sent swimming into the high seas. No way will government be able to indoctrinate these bruhas not to cavort with syokoys so they will not dive into the ocean. Specially because they are carrying so many flesh-and-blood humans on their backs?

Perhaps, the country management team with Madame President at the helm, should apply the appropriate response to Arch Bishop Angel Lagdameo's and his errand boy Rev. Fr. Quito Rio's unsolicited advice: Attend to the disasters in the country instead of going into ... errr... lavish errr.... in the US.

Well the fuck with the Arch (Enemigo) Bishop and The Most Rev. (ellious) Quito Rio. They should have taught the proper morals, virtues, values and dogma to the parents of Princess Stariray, Princess Orientalia, Princess Worlda, Doña Paz, Doña Marilyn, as well as instructed the Princesses and Doñas themselves as to the righteousness of succumbing to the seductions of the syokoys and diving into the deep without nary a Princess' or a Doña's fashion life jacket.

Years ago, hey! calling Madame President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo in the US! errr.... years ago, there was this Department of National Defense (DND) concept paper for a disaster SQL software based (geographic information system format, dummy!) databasing, monitoring and response system.

The concept paper called for the establishment of a GIS for the NDCC, but one that will also have applications for logistics management within the department. It was supposed to be satellite dependent.

But fools will always be fools. And they will never really understand the importance of true preparedness vs. a disaster. Anyway, the calamity hasn't arrived yet at the time and did not pose any clear and present, very imminent hazard. The dearie foremost or former (deposed) Pres. Erap, bought several big TV screens and that was that. The Presidents before him were worse. They ignored the calls.

A few big screens for a command and control, communications and intelligence for disaster? Shit, Mr. Erap, disaster management is not show biz. Well, at least there was fanfare. How one wishes, the present and the coming new president will learn to be technologically and technically literate. Shit!

Anyhow, these people's folly is not any different from the stupid flood management experts in Mississippi who by their incompetence Louisiana nearly got erased from the map from super flash floods that hit that part of the US a couple of years ago. Only Bourbon Street in New Orleans appear to have been spared. (Devils living in the Street detest water, I guess.) Now we are reeling from the wake of Typhoon Franky.

Now the peril has expressed itself succinctly. There is no way around the truth that gradually we will have the magnitude of kids (killed-in-disaster, you moron), that was seen in the Thailand - Indonesia - Bangladeshi tsunami tragedy, the recent China earthquake, and other super incidents where hundreds of thousands of spirits were released from their bodies.

Now agencies are holding meetings, so many of them. Boards of Inquiries, Task Forces, you're shitting me dears! You're totally shitting me! When will it ever go into your heads to attack the problem now than later?

The Inquiries and Task Forces are good, I grant you that. But the long-term solutions still need to be put in place. Damn you! Damn all of you!!!

A motley of experts were able to gather nearly twenty agencies in 1992 at the Camp Aguinaldo Officers' Club to present and discuss the need for better disaster monitoring and warning systems.

Again, the good intentions and the capacity of the experts to provide strategic solutions to disaster emergency response and casualty prevention merely produced ennui among the superiors of the attendees of the presentation conference. Instead, the inter-agency NDCC tried to improvise and make pitsi-pitsi solutions on its own and called it a successful programme... errrr … imitation movie.

Shit!

So now, we're headed for the pits. And no one can stop the diving of Princesses and Doñas into the ocean.

No one cares. Absolutely, making money is nice. But it is sad, that no one fucking cares about longer-term responses to our age-old problems.

With global warming to boot, indeed, we are not far from social loss in the magnitude of hundreds of thousands. Eventually, a million. Then multi-millions. Just because corruption and graft, collusion and dark machinations for self-aggrandizement, while dangerous and life-threatening for the purveyors and the victims, is so much sweeter.

What happened here, Franky? Pray tell, when you and your ilk will stop bothering us so that our stupid, fucking high hats and leaders will be able to keep on stealing from the national coffers and their counterparts in the private sector will also get filthy rich(er), As Time Goes By.

Stop your cousins Franky!!! Stop your brothers and sisters!!! Go to other places!!! Not here in the Philippines!!! Fuck global warming!!! Fuck increased tropical rainfalls and stronger typhoons!!!

It's party time!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Break it down!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!

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Hey, you truly miss the point. I'm a writer of satire. Actually now, I'm particularly angry. If the conservatively dashing Mr. Go Sioc So or Mr. Edward Go of Suspicious Lines happens to pass me by at this time, I'll take a huge bamboo pole and stick it to his ass!!! And acupuncture his penis with chopsticks!!!

Oooomph!!! Good!!! God! I'd be better soon...