FN Blog - Seven heads are better than one!

Okay, so I’ve opted for the Miss Universe answer. But, let me tell you that I also thought about giving humanity 30-minute orgasms. Then I remembered that orgasms would not make everyone happy. Little kids, I imagine, would much rather have toys or candies than 30-minute climaxes. (At least, that’s what I think.)

Why world peace? Well, because, as the recent Manila Peninsula snafu has proved to us, violence (in the form of a badly planned coup d’etat or what-not) cramps everyone’s style. I mean, just because everyone’s really concerned about who gets to be president, suddenly there was a blasted curfew.

Though I wasn’t old enough to be accosted by the Philippine Constabulary back in the days where a curfew was truly scary, I think curfews only give way to more violence or a few other very bad things. I felt a chill as I watched the news and saw motorists being flagged down by uniformed men.

Frankly, I myself have been paranoid about such road encounters ever since the cab I was riding on was flagged down by two men in uniform. The incident happened about a year ago. It was about 10 in the evening and the two men just flagged down the cab, asked the driver to roll down his window. They then ordered me to open the door nearest to me in the backseat and asked me, “Ano yang nasa wallet mo?” For some reason, I felt so relieved because I didn’t have much in my wallet then. After they saw my wallet, they asked the cab driver, “Magkasama kayo?” The cab driver looked aghast before he answered, “Pasahero ko s’ya.” Then the two men let us go. Even the poor cab driver was baffled. We both wondered if the men in uniform were indeed legit men in uniform. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? All I remember is that I was scared. Right around that time, though, I think people were jittery because of coup d’etat rumors. But then, do I look like a coup plotter to you?

If there’s a curfew, then I’m pretty sure such incidents would abound. Trust me, whenever there are insecure, idiotic, or greedy (feel free to insert your own negative adjective here) men who are allowed to handle weapons or are given a taste of power, there’s always going to be trouble.

I don’t know what would happen if your vehicle got flagged down by uniformed power trippers and you have, say, your fresh-from-the-ATM salary. Who’s to say that some creature out to prove a point wouldn’t accuse you of hoarding money to finance a few terrorists? I’m paranoid, I know. But, hey, in this country, it pays to be so.

And all that came from an impromptu coup d’etat that destroyed a hotel lobby. Violence never solves anything—except of course when you apply it to rodents and such.

So, for humanity, I wish for world peace! (And a whole lot of Spam, just in case there’s a coup d’etat attempt again and the supermarkets close down in panic.)