I AM HAPPY because Father Giancarlo Bossi is finally released. He may have his normal life again.
I felt extreme sadness for the families left behind by the soldiers who, somehow, indirectly paid their lives for Father Bossi’s safe release. They may never have their normal lives again.
I admire Father Bossi. He is human enough to cry for those dead soldiers. As he wept, he felt responsible for their deaths. Us, many of us do not even shed a single tear. We seemed to be as heartless as the kidnappers, the extremists, the communists, the politicians and most of our government officials.
I envy Father Bossi for his courage and love for our countrymen. Despite the ordeals that he went through, he never thought of anything but to be with the people of Payao. “I want to return to Payao to greet my people, tell them that I am well and above all embrace the children again. My heart is and will remain in Payao. They say that a priest must also be a father and so as the father of my community it is my duty to return to my people, to my children”. He wants to serve them again if his superiors “permit him” he will certainly “return to Payao: as soon as possible I will be among my people again”.
I am ashamed. Many among us would rather leave our country and get another citizenship when things in the motherland get rough. Given the worst circumstances that Father Bossi had been through, how many among us would stay?
I am angry. Most of our so-called leaders and politicians treat our own people as mere political objects that they can use to achieve their selfish motives the same way as the extremists or kidnappers consider father Bossi and the people in the communities they operate.
I am tired! Tomorrow, Gloria, the so-called president of our republic will have her SONA (State of the Nation address also known as Same Old Nuts Again) again. And while she goes on with her 99% re-hashed lies and litany of broken promises, the so-called oppositions and leftists along with our poor people will fight it out in the streets where civility or peaceful means is unknown and human brutalities and chaos are the norm.
After the mayhem is over, many among our own people will go home angry, wounded, humiliated and empty handed while their so-called leaders are all over the T.V. , their big mouths wide-open, full of lies, hate and non-sense (same egg as SONA), their faces still fresh, unscathed and no sweat at all. This has been the same way many times over – with the same cry, the same color, the same violence, the same smell of rot, the same bankrupt ideas or ideologies. again and again.
A question: Who has got the love that Father Bossi has for our own people? Well, I guess, many of them are not in the streets nor in the comfort of their homes or offices. They are definitely with the people who they love to serve.