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Mayor Beats Up 56 Year Old Man and 14 Year Old Boy.

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Blogs are viral. And that’s what one very violent mayor wasn’t aware of.

Yesterday afternoon, the 56 year old father and 14 year old brother of blogger Bambee dela Paz was beaten up by Mayor Nasser Pangandaman Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur. And it all started with the mayor violating basic golf etiquette.

It’s a good thing that Bambee decided to blog about it. Because, in the blogosphere, news catches on (and gets reposted) quickly.

Very, very, very quickly.

So Mr. Mayor, say hello to the blogosphere.

Sabi mo, “Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!“

Wala na, patay na. Kilala ka na naming lahat.

Bambee’s entry is quoted in full below. Please, read, write, and spread the news!

Justice, please!

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UPDATE. Related entries snatched from Ade:

Other posts on the issue:

Traditional Media

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The world has gone crazy.
Bambee dela Paz

So, I just had the worst day of my life.

At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.

This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.

My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they’re with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn’t give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head…”Sorry na po, sorry na po…tama na…tama na po…” With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.

Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: “Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!” And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He’s the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He’s the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He’s a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.

I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: “Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta’y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?”

The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, “Tatandaan kita!” And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother’s bad for defending his father?!

We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he’s dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face “they’re beating my father up and you want me to stop?!” I pull at his shirt–I don’t let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn’t even see my brother getting beat up.

People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.

My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino’s right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor’s bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. “Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila…Maam…umalis na po kayo please…”

I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn’t do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.

Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn’t it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother’s ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.

The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.

Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.

We Need Writers. :)

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If you have been, or are currently involved with the CRIBS Foundation in any way (volunteer, Christian service program, donor, etc), we want you to share! :D

My Mom and I are currently in charge of The CRIBS Blog, but we can only write so much. So that’s why we need your help.

Please do contact us if you want to help out. :) Just e-mail me your articles, reflections, etc with your name so we can properly credit them. My e-mail address is ba[dot]racoma[at]gmail[dot]com.

(Want to volunteer? See here.)

Cbox

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I’m disabling Cbox for this blog of mine. Apparently, it’s been causing the pop-ups coming up from my blog.

Argh.

Will be posting another tagboard when I find the time to look for one.

Well, you can always keep in touch with me through my e-mail. It’s just there, somewhere in the right.

Offline Much?

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I have been somewhat disconnected from the online world these past few days. Being not able to write much, I owe the bloggers at least 2 entries about the recent blogger happenings, SpotPh’s blogger food tour and iBlog4. Wait, make that three if I were to write about 88db.com’s party. Though I left that party for a while, hahaha. Being my Mother’s driver for that night, I had to stay away from alcohol. And skipping dinner (because I thought there was food in 88db.com’s party! Darn bitin pica-picas), I spent most of the time in Banapple where I bumped into Vernie and AJ, who were very very wonderful company. :)

But alas, I’m still stuck studying (or procrastinating) for my summer classes. Tch. Oh well.

Yes, this is me procrastinating.

Will be writing those entries sometime soon. I just have to get through my exam and presentation first.

Sasabog na ang tiyan ko!!!

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Currently am in Five Cows, in Trinoma. It’s our last stop in SpotPh’s Blogger food tour.

Gosh. Konti na lang sasabog na tiyan ka! HAHAHAHA. Wala pang kalahati ng 19 restaurants, busug na busog na kami.

Full entry and photos to follow. :)

Blowing things out of proportion.

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Users of social media have a knack of blowing things out of proportion. Usually, one user would just need to write a few of controversial information, in which, a number of followers/believers would take on. An online/public outrage then follows.

Usually, it would end up in a gigantic snowball effect.

This has happened already too many times. I myself have written a few controversial posts which, according to my Mom, have gained a small following and even spurted a few initiatives.

Anyways. I was not surprised at how a blog entry of a UP student regarding tactless UST Salinggawi Dance Troupe members has caused a massive online outrage in both UP and UST students.

I know I’ve been biased towards my alma maters when it comes to the competitions (Ateneo for basketball, UP for cheering and dancing), so I understand where these numerous commentators come from. I mean, if something (or someone) that is a part of me was attacked, I would immediately retaliate with a few strong words of my own.

The only problem I have with a lot of commentators is that either they don’t know how to read, they don’t read on purpose, or they have read the preceding arguments but pretend to have ignored what they have read.

If you look at a few controversial massively-replied articles, blog entries or comments, most of the replies end up being redundant.

For example, in the UST SDT controversy, numerous commentators end up reposting (copy-pasting) their own comments because a few others continue to write and rebut without even reading previous arguments first.

I know copy-pasting your own comment feels like sh*t (been there, done that), but, how could you get your point across when the one you’re debating with doesn’t even read your argument?

Worse is that people end up stating arguments that are of no relation with the subject matter. I even read somewhere in the comments section of the linked article that a Thomasian is blaming the behavior of outraged UP commentators on the lack of religion in the State University. And I quote,

sublimeannuh wrote on Sep 20

I can’t blame you, walang religion sa UP. Maybe hindi lang talaga sanay na ganyan ang attitude ng IBANG Thomasians. Kasi KUNG (kung lang) Up ang gumawa niyan, hindi na kagulat-gulat. I guess you already know why.

So, wow. What kind of argument is that, eh?

And then the cycle goes on. Until now, people are posting comments on the concerned entry. Though things have cooled down a bit. :)

Anyways. Which laboratory in the the NIP deals with complex network analysis? Issues like these could make up a very good thesis proposal. Hahaha. And yes, I hope that I can survive long enough to make a thesis of my own. XD