In the past, I have been part of an advocacy telling the youth to stay in the country to help build the nation. But now I tell them: go where you think you will be at your best where you can be of help to your family and the society where you live. It doesn’t matter where it is, either here or overseas.
It is sad to see our great men and women stuck in the wrong country, each day effortlessly destroying itself with greed and indifference. The very few at the top have no balls, never mind not having hair, but balls, we need balls! The very few at the top with balls have no support from below. Decadence starts at the base up to the middle.
Andres Bonifacio was born in the wrong country. Jose Rizal died for the wrong country.
I'm packing up soon.
See you in Mars!