The Second Coming of Christ ( to the Philippines.)
Expat Authority
I have been observing various religious discussions here and how many
Christians believe that Jesus will come back. But are the people ready to
receive Him? Will they recognize him when he does come back? I think that
something like the story below will happen if Jesus Christ lands in Manila
today
Read on:
The Second Coming of Christ...to RP.
Jesus stood in line with other passengers who had just arrived from Israel.
He was tired and sleepy and dressed in a toga and a pair of sandals. His
long hair and long beard were uncombed and tousled from excessive travel.
As he moved towards the immigration booth, the officer beckoned him. “Do
you have your disembarkation card?” “Yes, here it is.” “Yahoshua Ha-Notz-
ri”, “ Israeli citizen”, she read aloud. “You look familiar. Have you been
to the Philippines before? “ “No, never, except in the minds and the hearts
of the people,” answered Jesus. “ Do you have a return ticket?” “I do but I
shall return to the heaven of my father upon fulfilling my mission here,
amen.”
The female officer looked at him with a strange expression in her eyes and
said : “There are many Mormons like you in Samar, but you know, you will
need to shave before people will listen to you”…she smirked…and then said:
“What is your purpose of coming to the Philippines?” “I am here to help
people.” “Really? “said the officer, you mean you are an investor…you will
be very welcome if you are…we need your investment. OK, you may go…and as he
followed through the line, the other immigration male officer said “and you
are going to taste many young girls here…” with a cynical, knowing smile…
Jesus turned around and replied…”Think ye not that he with lighter skin and
a taller nose is here to lie with thy daughters…but give ye him the benefit
of the doubt and treat him as thy best friend…For he maybe Jesus thy lord
and ye shall miss him thinking him a sex tourist…not to mention that he may
be a billionaire investor married to the Senator’s anak ng babae…then ye
shall be in deep shit my son…amen!!!”
The male immigration officer looked at him and said: “ Amerikano talks too
much slang again…”
Upon which, Jesus replied…”think ye not that an ancient Judean is an
Amerikano because our country was there 2.500 years ago long before America
existed…not all that glitters is gold…not all priests are good, not all
people with a noise higher than a one peso coin are Amerikanos… These are
truths and they are of extremely profundity…Amen…
As he headed out the door, numerous taxi drivers accosted him: “Hey,
Jooooeeee!!! Jooooeee!!!, Taxi?”
Jesus stood in front of the numerous taxi drivers and uttered another
speech: “Oh ye, drivers of metal horses, call ye not your Lord Jesus Christ
by name “Joe.” For not “Joe” is his name but Joseph was the name of his
father and his name is Yahoshua Ha Nozri or Jesus of Nazareth in English…in
the name of the father, myself and the holy ghost…amen”…
“Uy, he talk too mutz islang…ano ang gusto niya? “The other driver
translated…Dili siya usa ka Amerikano…Arabiano or Bumbay…Hey, Bumbay five-
six!!! You need a taxi?”
“How much is the fare to the center of thy Jerusalem? “
“You mean Makati, Joe? 300 pesos, Joooee!”
“I shall take it, oh driver of the iron ass.”
As Jesus climbed into the taxi and the driver took off the following
conversation took place:
“My prend, what state are you from?”
“ I am from the state of eternal bliss where I dwell with my eternal father,
amen”
“Oh, is that near California? My sister has a fen-fal there, he is coming to
get married next month…He is a porinar, an Amerikano like you…”
“ I have been to America before…the book of Mormons shall testify to that,
and I have stayed in the hearts of many people there…in the name of the
father, myself and the holy ghost, amen!!!
“My prend, do you want chix? I can get you a nice girl tonight, real cheap!
You know, only 2000 pesos. Very nice. Very young, too.
“To be my wife?”
“If you want but you know, you can puck her and you pay money…a girl is a
student…she come from the province…very young.
“Jesus turned to the driver and uttered solemnly: “ Offer ye not the
daughters of thy land to strangers from distant shores unless be it for an
honorable union blessed my our heavenly father and myself, his son…for evil
is the temptation of having a little quickie for a dollar and dark is the
shame and scary is HIV…for if thou art consumed with passion, may thou court
with letters or in person and should a foreigner come, may thou introduce
him to honorable lady and not to dama di notze…For ye shall dishonor thy
land and all strangers with high noses who come to it…Amen!!!
“Uy, too mutz Englis islang…I speak only little…my prend, you want
this?..the driver rubbed his index finger under his nostrils…”shabu”.
“Ye mean, shave my moustache? Or what is it?”
“No, you know my prend, that little white drug, you sniff and feel so good!
I take many porinar there, they buy. Good!
“Oh, a man does not live by shabu and chix alone for brief is our existence
here and precious is our name and our friendships with people around the
globe…it is by true friendship and love that our joy will pour fourth and we
shall have friends and be happy forever…
“Uy, my prend, you talk many strange things, you are not like other
porinars, they take chix and they use shabu and I want you to try to…but no
problem…you give me a good tip…OK, my prend here is Makati. Where in
Makati?”
“Anywhere in the center.”
“OK, my prend, just give me 50 pesos extra.”
“Open up the palm of thy hand, oh driver…”
The driver followed the instructions and to his amazement found a 1000 peso
note in it. Hey, you David Copperfield?
“No”, answered Jesus. “I am Jesus Christ”.
“Uy, nababaliw ba siya ?” Ang mar’kanong iyan!” muttered the driver and
drive off. “Thank you, Joe!”
Jesus stood in the middle of Ayala Avenue. It was nearing 6:00PM and crowds
of office workers were rushing to bus stops and cars ready to go home. He
stood in the middle of the sidewalk and spoke in a loud, almost yelling
voice:
Now hear ye! Hear ye! The denizens of these islands under my command. I am
Jesus Christ! Your savior. I have come to save ye! Follow me! Those who
believe in me shall be saved and have eternal life! Do not mind unemployment
and low peso…do not mind corruption and traffic…do not mind all these
problems for after your death, ye shall follow me to the heavenly father and
dwell there forever…in the name of the father…myself and the Holy Ghost,
amen…”
A small crowd. Smiling feebly gathered around while other people rushed by
without giving him much thought. He could hear people say: Sino ba siya? Isa
pang mar’kano’ Baka, isang Iranian student siya…marami dito sa Pilipinas
ngayon…o isang Arabo…nababaliw siya. Baka, nawala ang kanyang pera…Baka
nag-spend and pera sa shabu at mga chix…hahahaha…uy, baliw na baliw ang
porinar iyan…"
One middle-aged man approached him and asked: “Hey, Arabiano, what part of
Saudi are you from?” I worked in Jeddah for two months! Kefer khar? Gweis?”
Jesus looked at him and said: “Think ye not, oh, men that because dark is my
curl that an Arab I am…for ye have not recognized me yet…” But believe ye in
me and ye shall go to heaven after ye die…”
He heard other people speak…isa pang agent ng CIA siya…para mag-wash ang
utak ng mga innocent ng mg Pinoy…dapat namin alisin ang mga walanghiya
markanong sa bayan namin…kasi, ang mga markano ay wala kundi gulo…Tignan mo
siya, marumi at saka nagkukunwari siya…
One of the crowd yelled: “Hey Joe!!! Go to Pampanga, they will cricify you
there, Joe!!!”
A group of policemen pushed their way to the crowd and approached Jesus.
They looked very disturbed but businesslike. They said in a polite but terse
tone: “ Excuse me sir! You are obstructing traffic and disturbing peace
here. Please contact your church and do your preaching in a more civilized
manner.
Or we will have to call the immigration and ask them to warn you again, you
understand what we are saying, sir?”
Jesus looked at them and said: “As always, ye do not know what ye are doing”
But I shall go…go to Pampanga to be crucified…Is that where they crucify
people?”
“Sir, there is the taxi, please leave or we will have to arrest you.”
Jesus looked red but undaunted…”OK, I shall leave but he amongst ye that
wants to be saved…let him follow me…”
Not one in the crowd followed him as two policemen took him by the arms and
called a taxi. They made sure that he boarded the vehicle and after it sped
away they turned around and told the crowd to disperse muttering something
about how they had to be nice to tourists because tourists meant dollars to
the country.
The crowd quickly disappeared as people went about their daily business.
The driver of the taxi took Jesus to the bus terminal where he was
approached by several conductors: "Hey Joe! "Where are you going Joe?” I am
a Jew not a Joe, said Jesus,” Sorry Po, Jew, hey Jew, where are you going?”
"I am going to Pampering. "I want to be crucified.” "I have come to save all
Pines, all of my children…” He took him to the bus and said…"Pampanga…120
pesos, Joe". I mean Jew…hahahaha…I hab a prend, he is a porinar like you...
his name is Steven Johnson…He is from New York..”
Jesus took his place on the bus as crowds of hawkers started offering him
mineral water, eggs and balut. Jesus took a balut opened it and smelled it.
His face became strict and solemn. He turned to the hawkers and said:
“Prevent ye not those who want to born the right of birth…for if ye do
that…thy children will be born as foul smelling as the balut that ye eat…
“For even ducks want to be alive and please their creator…put ye yourselves
in the place of the balut…do ye want to be stuck unborn in your mother’s
womb and be sold as delicacy to heavenly dragons? Stay away from the evil
of balut…in the name of the Father, Myself and the Holy Ghost”
The laughing crowd muttering something that sounded like “mar’kanong talk
too mutz” moved to other passengers to hawk their merchandise. Several young
schoolgirls sat across the aisle from Jesus giggling and muttering “Guwapo
siya!” “Amerikano o Arabiano?” "Yoko mga Arabiano” said one girl sulkingly,
“Mabaho! "At saka, gusto nila mag- rape ang mga babaeng filipina sa Saudi.
Ayoko mga Saddam Hussein. Sadista sila. Marurumi…ayaw nila hugasan ang
kanilang mga katawan”…”Hindi,” said the other girl, Markano siya…guwapo
siya…” The giggles and gossips continued.
Suddenly a perfumed young man, looking like an obvious homosexual sat next
to Jesus and looked at him smilingly: “Hi,” he said in a typical long drawn
gay voice…”where are you going?”
“Pampanga”
“Why, you have a pen pal there?”
“No, I am going to bring salvation to the entire nation of the Filipinos”
“Really, do you mean you are like an investor with a lot of money who wants
to give us jobs?
“No, I am a son of God…I have come to save you all…”
“Even me?”
“Yes, even you.”
“But I am a bayut, from Davao.”
“What is “bayut “ is that like those little unborn ducklings that are
brutally murdered?”
“The young man laughed: “ No, those are baLuT. I am a baYut. A homosexual. I
like guys. I enjoy them inserting penises in my rectum and then I enjoy
performing fellatio on them.”
“ Jesus looked at him with horror: “Thou canst not enter the Kingdom of
Heaven…and no, I cannot save thee. Thou art sinner…an abomination…thou
sleepst with men…My father sent a punishment... AIDS from heaven to rid our
world of ye…oh sinner…”
“Well, I have been using a condom and also I have lesbian friends and they
have no problem with AIDS…
“ I don’t know but I will ask my father when I get back to heaven…so, why
don’t thou stopst and getst married?
“ I want to but probably to a man and not a woman…”
“ Oh no, thou canst not be saved….
“By the way, what is your nationality? American?”
“Why did you think so?”
“Well you know, you have a high nose..and your skin is kind of light…”
“No I am an Israeli, a Hebrew, but my true citizenship is not of this
world…”
“You mean your father has his own country? Like you know some Americans own
an island in the Caribbean?
“ My father owns more than that… But few are those who can enter his
kingdom…”
“ I know, it is also very hard for us Pinoys to get a visa to go to the
US…is it the same if we want to go to your father’s kingdom?”
“No, you will have to accept me as your lord and savior and then die, then
you can go…”
“ But I am a bayut”
“Then thou canst not go.”
“Well, I cannot help it. God gave me these feelings…What can I do?”
“Hmm, I don’t know…I will have to call my father…Jesus whipped up a shiny
cellular phone and dialed
a number. He said : “Hey Peter, is my Dad there?”
“…Dad, this is Jeez, how are you Dad…I am OK…but Dad, I have a question. I
am in the Philippines now, you know that famous only Christian country in
Asia…right? Yes the one with Malaki and Maganda…near Indonesia…So there is
this guy here he says that he is a bayut…no, not baLUT…baYUT…he is gay…no,
not gay as in “happy”…he likes when another man’s peter…no, no not St.
Peter… you know little peter goes inside his bum…he kind of likes it…shall
I save him? I see. I see…so, you were young and had no experience and you
mixed up the hormones wrong…so, you are saying that it is not his fault?
OK…So, shall I go ahead and save him? OK, OK, sorry I did not know…OK,
consider it done…bye, I love you Dad. I’ll be home soon! As soon as I am
re-resurrected…Bye Dad!” “OK, so what is thy name?”
“My name is Tracy.”
“OK, Tracy, my Dad told me to save thee.”
“Great! Tracy looked at him again and whispered quietly: “ Hoy, Mister…
“Jesus”
“OK, Jesus…can I borrow two hundred pesos from you sir, I will pay you next
week. I promise.
“Seek thou the kingdom of God and the rest of the things shall be added onto
thee.”
“Come-on! "Sir, Jesus…I accept Jesus…save me…Jesus...now, please give me
200 pesos.”
“No, ask thy heavenly father…”
“Heavenly father. Your son Jesus is sitting next to me and is kuripot. He is
a porinar and is rich. He gets paid in dollars. Please tell him to give me
some money. OK, father?”
“In our country the money is shekels and not dollars.”
“Uy, akala ko’y mga porinar puro dollars nila.”
The conductor motioned to Jesus that it was time to get off. The gay fellow
looked at him with regret as he edged his way through the crowd. Jesus
said…thou hast recognized me and thou shalt be rewarded…After Jesus got off,
he felt something tickled the inside of the palm of his hand. He unclenched
his fist to find a fresh P1000 bill.
“Thank you, Jooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” he yelled out at Jesus from
the window of a passing bus.
Jesus stood in the middle of a dusty city with crowds of people jostling
around him… He approached a taxi driver and asked him:
“Excuse me, sir, where is that place where people nail themselves to the
cross here.”
“Oh, you are right on time, my prend. I will take you there.”
Jesus paid the driver and found himself in the midst of a crowd. They were
cheering and carried a cross.
Jesus yelled out: “Nail me to the cross!” “I have come to save mankind”
People around him looked at him, smiled knowingly and started muttering
about those silly tourists. One finally asked him: “What is your
nationality?” “ I am an Israeli, a Hebrew!”
You can’t, Joe. Because last time there was a porinar like you…he was
Japanese. He filmed a pedophile movie…You know all these
perverts…porinars…they do filthy things to us, mga Pinoy..Now, the mayor
said…only Filipino citizen can do it…No porinars. Or you have to become a
citizen…My uncle is a lawyer…he can help you…you marry a Pilipina and then
you become a citizen…you have a fenfal, Joe?
“But I must redeem mankind….I must save these islands…”
“That is what all these porinars want to do…save Pinoys…” Isa pang tarantado
na porinar…” said man to his companion…”What is your nationality?”…he asked
Jesus frowningly. “ I am a Son of God…that is my nationality!!!” “Baliw na
baliw ang markanong iyan, katulad ng iba”
In horror, Jesus watched how one man had himself nailed to the cross in
front of the cheering crowd…
“Impostor!!!” screamed Jesus. “He has no right…” the crowd followed the
crucified man pushing and shoving Jesus until he was expelled from it and
left standing on a dusty road covered with bottles of San Miguel and emptied
plastic bags of “Chippies”.
He walked for miles attracting smiles and screams “Hi, Joe!” along the way
until after a few miles he reached a very rural, mountainous area. There
were few houses and nothing but trees and wind in them.
Jesus whipped up his mobile and called heaven again: “Peter! This is an
emergency! Can I talk to my dad?”
Busy? Busy doing what? Building another galaxy? No, no message…I’ll call
him, when he comes back…
What do you mean it will be another billion aeons? Can you tell him to hurry
up? He does not have a cell phone? Well, you know, he is an old man and he
never learned to use one…send him a telegram.. tell him to call me…OK, never
mind…” He snapped the lid of his cell phone and raised his eyes in front of
him.
Suddenly he saw three figures pointing their guns at him. “Hi Joe! Please
allow us to introduce ourselves. We are the NPA, The New People’s Army. Our
task is to liberate our country from capitalistic pigs and porinars-
oppressors like you : Americans, Spaniards, all these puti at iba pang
matataas nga ilong…
“I am not an oppressor! I have come to redeem ye!”
“ I know who you are. You are a CIA agent. A Christian missionary. Came to
put filth in the minds of the innocent Filipinos. Came to brainwash them to
pave the way for the economic oppression of our people by your country,
America!"
“ I am not from America”
“Whatever! Mataas ang ilong mo. You have come here to rape and impregnate
our women, to take advantage of them. You are a spy, a pedophile and a sex
tourist! An unwelcome invader who is here to corrupt our people and to
spread AIDS. We have to investigate you, see what actor you are…You are
probably running a mail-order-bride thing here. Exporting our young girls!
You are a homosexual pervert too, ruining lives of our young boys!”
“There is only one way to deal with you. We will cricify you!”
As the NPA soldiers tied Jesus up, the others were busy cutting off a tree
and making a make-shift cross out of it. Jesus spent his time muttering
prayers.
One soldier went to the camp and came back with a toolbox. It was filled
with nails.
Jesus did not resist as NPA soldiers put him on the cross. One of them
yelled. “Mag-ingat kayo. Baka HIV positive na siya, ang markanong iyan!”
As nails were being driven, Jesus screamed from the hellish pain. Then, the
NPAers hoisted the cross into the air. “Here, Joe! Now you dream has come
true!!!”
Laughingly they stood underneath the cross uttering insults about America
and mga porinars in general and watching the man squirm on the cross. “Buti
na nga! ” said one of them…
All of a sudden Jesus screamed from the cross:
“I have come to save ye all, but ye are not ready to accept me…Your brains
are filled with nonsense…two thousand years later I must die amongst
ignoramuses again…but worry ye not…ye shall be all forgiven as ye do not
know what ye are doing…”
One of the NPAs put the cellular phone in his pocket…”Mayaman ang mga
Americano…gagamitin namin ang teleponong ito para tumawag sa himpilan…
“Bye Joe!” said the NPA laughingly as they left Jesus to die his slow death
for the second time…
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The
Epilogue.
…Towards midnight, many residents of Pampanga had noticed a strange ray of
light rising from the mountains. It looked like a giant meteorite but
instead of falling from the sky, it was rising from the forest and shooting
straight into the heavens. It was bright and thick and for seconds, it lit
up the area around it like another Sun. Then, the strange “comet”
disappeared into the clear night sky.
Newspapers reported the phenomenon as a possible explosion of natural gas
but the rumors went that the Americans were planning another attack on
Yugoslavia using the Philippines as their base.
A few weeks later, local forest rangers found a fresh crater in the wooded
mountains and speculations of a meteorite and even an alien invasion were
discussed at the local university.
A local bayut standing on the street corner and waiting for customers to
pick him up was observing the strange light and smiling as tears flowed down
his face. He seemed to be the only one who knew what was going on.
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jet...@postoffice.swbell.net
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jet...@postoffice.swbell.net wrote:
> Stupid post and a waste of time
that and Jesus was a Nazarene and probably would never have been confused with a "Joe".
vid...@aol.com
A delirious story but...
Would they confuse him or not?
Hmm. I thought about that. In RP there are quite a few Iranians, Lebanese,
and Israelis. I have talked to them and asked these guys how the locals
addressed them. They all told me that many locals would say :"Hi Joe!" to
them.
Generally, an average Pinoy upon seeing anyone with a high nose and whitish
skin,(not necessarily a Nordic type but ...just a Mediterranean type is
enough), immediately assumes: "Aba,American!"
Especially the kids and/or uneducated people.
Since Jesus was from a Northern area of the M.E. he probably looked like a
Syrian or a Lebanese Arab/Semite. And these generally look the same as
Greeks, Turks or other Mediterranean people. Long nose, lighter skin.
What do many Filipinos call people with a long nose and a whiter skin? Ask
anyone who looks like that what the locals call him. I am sure that they
will say: "Hi, Joe!"
A "Nazarene" is not a nationality but is like Ormocano, Davaen~o, etc.
Joseph Young
>In defence of the Kafkaesque post.
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>A delirious story but...
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>Would they confuse him or not?
True!
It does antagonized a lot of anti-biotic tendencies in most
and from some pampanguenos's. The reactions's are most entertaining though.
and would they give a damn if they could?
Diego San Juan Bautista Nabuang
vid...@aol.com wrote:
> In defence of the Kafkaesque post.
Hey, Joe, I noticed that even though people here have tried to
tell you that they don't like you, you keep posting here. It
seems to me that you enjoy being called Joe and enjoy being
harassed and poked and insulted.
But you know what is really interesting Joe? How you want
to belong so much to this newsgroup. I just don't
understand that Joe. what is the big deal with trying to
belong, Joe? Did you not have a family that wanted you?
How about relatives, Joe? NO ONE of your relatives likes
you?
ahh, the burdens you bear, Joe, are too much to behold.
it's too bad that you seem to have lost all your sense.
don't split your personalities too much Joe. YOu might
never be able to pull them back together.
PerwisyongHiJoe
VIDONG
VIDONG
>Hey, Joe,
He is not not a Joe, "Hiroshi".
I noticed that even though people here have tried to
>tell you that they don't like you, you keep posting here.
Some people said that and some did not. Those who did may just choose to
killfile him and ignore him. Others enjoy his posts. Internet is not a domain
where you can have clans of people who like each other or don't. And he is
paying for his access to the Web, just like you.
And remember it was a bunch of "Joes" that invented the Web, OK? Now NGs form
part of it.
The Web is not like a country with an immigration, you know . We all own it.
So, when you start saying "we" etc. all people here are "we". The web has no
poiltical and national borders.
It
>seems to me that you enjoy being called Joe and enjoy being
>harassed and poked and insulted.
He enjoys correcting other people's cultural misconceptions. How would you like
to live in the US and people just calling you "Hiroshi" daily and asking about
Japan. Would it be ignoble for you to correct them?
In other words, he is teaching people the political correctness and some
geography. How to treat visitors/investors to your country. Asians do this all
the time in NGs complaining that Americans call them by weird names. Most
Americans feel guilty about it and don't tell that such Asians want to
belong...yadayada...
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>But you know what is really interesting Joe? How you want
>to belong so much to this newsgroup.
Nope, he doesn't. He just wants to correct some cultural faux pas and
misunderstandings before he goes and invests there. He also wants to learn more
about the culture. You on the other hand have many sadistic, xenophobic hateful
statements that are really bad. What's with you? Are you a Filipino who is
working in the US and calling Americans "dayuhan"? Remember who is a "dayuhan"
here. Not Joes. Who is?
I just don't
>understand that Joe. what is the big deal with trying to
>belong, Joe?
He posts in other NGs too. How about yourself? Are you trying to belong or
what? You are posting here.
Did you not have a family that wanted you?
He is unmarried.
>How about relatives, Joe? NO ONE of your relatives likes
>you?
You are getting to personal with my brother now. He is OK.
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>ahh, the burdens you bear, Joe, are too much to behold.
>it's too bad that you seem to have lost all your sense.
I don't think he did. But people that say" Hi Joe" to Iranians and Arabs, a
name which is there to address an American soldier have definitely lost their
sense, haven't they?
Again, put yourself in his place. Say you are in the US and you walk down the
street. Then , everywhere you go, people say (four five times a day) "Hi,
Satoshi!" and treat you as a Japanese. Now, once is OK, but now, you are faced
with living a life as a Japanese. That is your new identity. Are you going to
like it?
And then when you correct the people, people tell you "Well if you don't like
it, get out, you don't make sense"...Now, who does not make sense?
>don't split your personalities too much Joe. YOu might
>never be able to pull them back together.
All he will have to do is just cancel a few email accounts and he will be OK.
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VIDONG <vid...@aol.com> wrote in message
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Diego San Juan Bautista Nabuang
Vidong/Hiroshi wrote:
> >OK, I'll reply for my brother...
Right, Hiroshi. In what compartment of your brain is vidong and in
whatcompartment is hiroshi and where in that small piteious space will
exfart come from? hehehhe. must be hidden in your butt.
> In other words, he is teaching people the political correctness and some
> geography. How to treat visitors/investors to your country. Asians do this all
> the time in NGs complaining that Americans call them by weird names. Most
> Americans feel guilty about it and don't tell that such Asians want to
> belong...yadayada...
oh, so you want to be the new colonial educator, heh? ah yes, Joe, just like a
true american, you want to spread your intelligence and your logic and your
thoughts to all those poor third world countries. You know joe, for someone who
does not want to be associated with americans, you sure act like an american
imperialist pig. hehehhehe. but then, to write your stuff, you would have to
know it, right Joe? or is that Hiroshi?
> Nope, he doesn't. He just wants to correct some cultural faux pas and
> misunderstandings before he goes and invests there. He also wants to learn more
> about the culture.
Ah, Joe, really, let us not bullshit anymore. you just want to be seenas the
great american savior. you want people to kneel in gratitude to you.
smart ass SOB you are, sure enough Joe. You can't get recognition
in the good old usa and so you go to another country so that you can in
turn colonize and subjugate economically. nice way joe.
> >How about relatives, Joe? NO ONE of your relatives likes
> >you?
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> You are getting to personal with my brother now. He is OK.
oh, let's get personal Joey! let's face it... when you go home, thereis nothing
in your house so you get your entertainment by going
to newsgroups and showing how smart you are. you probably
haven't graduated from kindergarten because you did not learn
the primary lessons of childhood. ah, that is okay, Joe, you can
hang out here and make an ass out of yourself. God knows that
pinoys need to know that we can't trust foreigners like you who
want to invest. heheheheh. just wait till you get to the phil.
joe, they will be ready for you. hehehehhe
> All he will have to do is just cancel a few email accounts and he will be OK.
Back to the good old trolling again Joe? hihihihi. ikaw talaga. wala nangmagawa
kundi mangbola. okay joe. hop around here. just remember that
you are upholding all the rights and the privileges of the foreign devils.
PerwisyongNangaasar
tansong isda
>
> Would they confuse him or not?
>
> and Israelis. I have talked to them and asked these guys how the locals
> addressed them. They all told me that many locals would say :"Hi Joe!" to
> them.
>
> Generally, an average Pinoy upon seeing anyone with a high nose and whitish
> skin,(not necessarily a Nordic type but ...just a Mediterranean type is
> enough), immediately assumes: "Aba,American!"
> Especially the kids and/or uneducated people.
>
> Since Jesus was from a Northern area of the M.E. he probably looked like a
> Syrian or a Lebanese Arab/Semite. And these generally look the same as
> Greeks, Turks or other Mediterranean people. Long nose, lighter skin.
>
> What do many Filipinos call people with a long nose and a whiter skin? Ask
> anyone who looks like that what the locals call him. I am sure that they
> will say: "Hi, Joe!"
>
> A "Nazarene" is not a nationality but is like Ormocano, Davaen~o, etc.
>
why bother!?