A Philippine President’s dinner at a New York restaurant amounting to PhP1M made headlines this week. With the country’s economy falling behind its Asian counterparts and surveys showing that 90% of its people go hungry everyday, it sparked furious protests, disappointment and censure even from the Roman Catholic Church (the country being predominantly Catholic).
It didn’t help that a local mayor announced that the money spent on the dinner could have fed 3,000 families three times in a day. While most families need around Php 30,000 for their basic needs, the average salary is still at Php 12, 000, prompting payday loans and credit card debt to shoot up.
And a comment from her cabinet made it worse, when he said “Where do you want to have a President eat? A hotdog stand?”
Excuse me, ignorant toad, the head of the most powerful country in the world, dined in a hamburger joint. And he lined up and paid for it himself, from his pocket.
Over a cup of coffee folks. But this morning, all I want is throw the steaming cup into that greedy woman. I wonder if her greed consumes her 4’11” frame. Obviously, yes.
Let me begin by writing a disclaimer: I don’t hate pets. But I don’t love them either. You can say I just don’t really want to take care of them.
Enter my dilemna.
I am outnumbered at the house 3:1. All of them want pets except me. I have no choice but to give in. Of course, I am sly enough to employ as many delaying tactics as I can. It will definitely be a small pet, even if we are going to be going with a dog. They are actually excited to have a dog but I am sure I would be in charge for dog housebreaking so I am dreading it. I have been trying to get them excited in the advantages of just taking care of a bid – with beautiful bird cages and less expensive bird food but they are falling on deaf ears. We all said no to cats because it meant litterboxes.
The little lady we have in the house is very very (you can multiply that by 100) excited with acquiring a guinea pig but I am sure it will die with us in 48 hours. According to Shopwiki’s Guinea Pig Pet Care Guide, guinea pigs are not used to being handled (in this case, man-handled), translated to, no cuddling. That would be impossible for my little girl.
So I guess it will be a dog?