Author Unknown
I am not a Filipino, never considered myself one a
long time ago. I am a Cebuano and my late father once
said: "There's a whale of a difference between the
two". And that distinction between the Cebuano and
Filipino is never more pronounced than the result of
the 2001 Senatorial Elections. The election results
nationwide from Manila to Mindanao showed an even
trend, far below the expectations of the anti-Erap
advocates. Can you believe that? After we've been
screwed in the ass by a pea-brained Tagawg! But the
Cebuanos voted differently. We Cebuanos voted with the
same clear sightedness and maturity that scared the
shit out of Marcos and his KBL lap dogs who despite
massive cheating and terrorism in collusion with his
Ilocano Generals were defeated by the Pusyon Bisaya
during the Parliamentary Elections in the seventies.
We Cebuanos have a better sense of truth and justice
and we have always been the vanguards against tyranny
and oppression since 1521 when Chief Lapu-lapu whacked
Magellan.
Cebu City was the first established capital of the
islands until the seat of the Spanish colonial
government was moved to Manila in the early eighteenth
century. Why? Can you imagine if Malacanang Palace
were in Cebu City in September 21, 1972? Marcos would
have been barbecued in Pasil in less than 24 hours.
That's the same reason why Legaspi changed his mind
and moved the capital to Manila and not because Cebu
was no longer a commercially viable port during the
galleon trade with Acapulco. Legaspi was simply
traumatized by Magellan's defeat in Mactan and was
clearly intimidated by the Cebuanos.
In Col. Manuel Segura's book "Tabunan: The Exploits of
Cebu Guerillas", the dauntless yet under armed
Cebuanos inflicted the highest number of enemy forces
killed per guerilla fighter in the Philippines. The
indomitable spirit and determination of the Cebuano
fighters to arm themselves against the superior
Japanese Forces became the progenitor of the now
burgeoning gun (paltik) industry in the province. One
of the most famous guerilla fighter that later became
a successful arms manufacturer was Simeon Cortes who
once fabricated mortars out of sewer pipes.
The imminent invasion of Australia was thwarted when
Japanese General Koga who was carrying the classified
blueprint of the of the military plan to invade
Australia was captured by Cebuano guerillas off the
coast of Minglanilla. Yet this brave tales remain a
footnote in military history. Why, because history is
written by the Tagawgs of the North. We once had a
Cebuano President the late Don Sergio Osmena, Sr. who
never got re-elected for being too honest to tell the
Filipinos that he cannot promise them a better life in
a country reeling from the destruction of war. He
never licked the butt of the "Liberator kuno", the
legendary mama's boy General Douglas MacArthur. He was
a great President in the wrong country!
Do you know that the Cebuanos produced more world
boxing champions than any other ethnic group in the
Philippines? Let me refresh your memories.
One of the all time great in the Junior Lightweight
division was the legendary Gabriel "Flash" Elorde. The
string of World Champions that followed were Bernabe
Villacampo, Frank Cedeno, Dodie Boy Penalosa, Jerry
Penalosa and Joma Gamboa. The Cebuanos also produced
the best singers and musicians in this archipelago. We
are all familiar with names like Pilita Corrales,
Amapola Cabase, Dulce, Eva Santos, Vernie Varga,
Manilyn Reynes, Vina Morales, Chad Borja, Ray-an
Fuentes, Stax Hugete, Ingrid Sala Santamaria - the
list is almost endless. This is a testament to the
artistry and creativity and the passion to excel that
is deeply ingrained in the genetic code of every
Cebuano.
We are a unique people Blessed by the Sto. Nino. We
have lesser typhoons, criminality, traffic jams and
virtually no earthquakes. Our artisans are
world-class- we have the best furniture makers, the
best gun makers, the best guitar makers, and the best
delicacies,etc.,etc.
We deserve nothing less than the best in governance
and to be able to run the affairs of the state and
economy by ourselves without relying or being
exploited by the hopelessly corrupt Manila government.
Our children don't have to suffer the torturous Tagawg
lessons in school because our own language is more
eloquent and superior. Is there a Tagawg word for
husband? Or who can better pronounce the words
Beatles, popsicle, tricycle, uncle? Cebuanos or
Tagawgs? Baaah!! Yet they make a mockery out of our
accent and they think all Cebuana girls are maids.
Since the choice of our national leaders will always
be superseded by the choice of ignorant Filipinos, the
time is ripe for the Cebuanos to rise and demand
self-determination. Mga Moros ra diay maka-hibaw? No
doubt we can do better than what Hong Kong and
Singapore have accomplished as an independent State.
Let the rest of the country be run like hell by the
Ilocanos, the Pampangos, Pangasinense and Tagawgs.
Give Mindanao to the Moros, they deserve it! Kamong
nang botar ni Loi, Ping, Honasan, Angara inyo na ang
Pilipinas. Leave Cebu to the Cebuanos. So, who's with
me in this crusade? Sugdan na nato mga igsoon! Voice
out your anger! Cebuano Pride is Burning! So please
don't call me Filipino in the same manner that the
Catalans, the Andalucians, the Malaguenas and the
Basques don't want to be called Spaniards! "We are
what we repeatedly do; excellence then is not an act,
but a habit". ARISTOTLE
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away. George
Carlin
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