Makalinta and Patrician Flavors ala Gloriac

When North Korean leader Kim Yong Ill treated himself with expensive wines, steaks, lobsters and women when he visited Switzerland, the North Korean government says that their leader ate the most proletarian food there was. And when the Japanese during World War II killed thousands of Filipinos and raped and murdered Filipinas, the official organ of the regime says they were "Communists" and "rebels", fit for slaughter.

I remember my lola telling me that those Filipinos who allowed themselves to be used by Japanese soldiers were called " Makapili." Now, in the Arroyo administration, there are those whom we now call "makalinta." Yes, and you know what "lintas" are right?

Nah, it's not an airline but those blood suckers. In the Arroyo regime, they are the ones who sell their souls just to partake of the vicious food and wealth coming from the people's coffers.

They are the get quick rich schemers and free loaders who use their personal friendships to eat at fancy restaurants free and blame the media for "playing all these things up" when journalists are themselves, immoral. Talk about the Pope preaching in that podium we call Malacanang's press briefing room table.

Makalintas are those who fix things and stuff dirty rags at people's mouths so their voices are stifled. And when the heat seemed unbearable, crosses the other side and helps a priest probably to cleanse his conscience after depriving the people of their voices.

The media, so this makalinta says, is conjuring up scenarios of grandeur and pomp, when, it was, as the Presidential chuwawah used to say, " a simple dinner with Krug champagnes, oysters, steaks and everything Lady Gaga." Ah, talk about being simple.

And when that young boy from Leyte felt threatened and put into a corner, he blames his innocent brother abroad and for what? To protect the hide of his friend's mama who probably blames herself for ordering too much steaks and a $12,000 vintage wine. He's rich, nobody would say he can't afford $20,000?

But, how about those sumptuous meals from Bobby's Van or those Bouley parties and that decadent and highly scandalous and highly drunk parties at Wardorff Astoria? For makalinta, things are not what they seem. Those decadent parties are regular affairs for lintas and patrons of the dirty arts.

This sucker want us to be like him, suckers. It wants us to believe that those champagnes are just plain and simple basi, or those oysters came from Lingayen or those steaks and grilled goodies are just Nueva Ecija cows.

And we're not supposed to gloat and say " Que horror!" nor blame the major linta for splurging on very expensive Patrician food. No. For, we, especially journalists and writers, are him--a blood sucker. We're not clean. We're not innocents. We're not holy.

Sucking other people's blood and life force is but natural for makalinta, his peers and his boss. That's why they don't see anything wrong with stuffing ones' mouth full of flab, nor greasing one's fingers with beef fat, while 4 million families play footsies with death.

His belly is full of it that he's too blind to see what's wrong with spending close to 5 million pesos for a few days of gorging French and American food, wines and delicacies. As they say, when you have a swollen belly, you don't see your feet more often that you surely don't know that you already stepped on shit.

Well, don't expect much from a critter who sucks the life blood of people. For him, who lives in the hard-earned monies of poor people like us, eating $2,000 plate dinners are nothing. They just throw money around. They are full of it, what with deals, left and right, high and low and side to side?

But, like fat and swollen leeches, someday, somehow, they'll burst right in the middle and pus comes out like those steaks cooked medium rare.