Listening to: message alerts of my phone
Reading: "Maguindanao massacre witness murdered" on PDI
Watching: Truths, 58 Plug on YouTube
Drinking: coffee <3
I feel so agit. "Agit" /ad-JIT/ is this jargon or slang in our university. It's supposed to be the short term for agitated, but it's come to mean something along the lines of "standing in the fires of revolution while screaming for change".
Or maybe that's too exaggerated, but hey, it is what it is.
I've just read about the murder of a Maguindanao massacre witness. After he'd done his part and identified the concerned people, he vanished for two months and, two weeks ago, his chopped up body was discovered and now identified. The other man, who was to testify, has also disappeared and police suspect that he was also silenced.
It sickens me. I guess, after killing off 58 people to hide their corrupted schemes, a few more lives wouldn't hurt. But what the hell. Each of those 58 people, 32 of whom were journalists, had their own families, friends, and individual stories. For them to be killed just because they were doing the right thing, or just because they were in the way-- it sickens me. How can anyone be so monstrous? And until now, the killers still roam freely...
Also, on a connected note, yesterday a grenade was found in the home of Ombudsman Conchita Carpio Morales. I suspect this was sent in retaliation for the recent conviction of Chief Justice.
Well, I say, hello Philippine politics and hello journalism. Being agit is probably a prerequisite for a journalist.