By Maria Bratikova

The denizens of the SocMed community are not wont to holding back in identifying themselves in vivid and graphic colours . . . even non-empaths
(i call them antipaths!) would blush vermillion. Bobo, pures, ddshits, kakampinks and whatever denigratory monikers they can think of. Pangit, may degree, walang degree, expert, maling kepyas. I am inclined to perceive these not as ad hominems but as their ID‘s.

In the olden times reporting, writing and journalism are just that – impersonal and factual. Social Media went the deep end and its population went into a frenzy of insulting and dirt-smearing each other.
That action is a cousin to war albeit mini in dimension.

I have no issues with critiquing the present Administration. It is far from
perfect. There are problems, there are gaps, there are lackadaisical
nuances – many of them. We go la-di-da in every which way. What else
do we do? La-di-da. It rains – blabla. It‘s hot – blabla.

We have descended to the bowels of a newly carved culture where ethics, respect and urbanity are screaming in their absence.
Somebody has faux-kepyas and we scream about it. Did the world take a detour because? The other side says okay she got a real kepyas
but what came out of this kepyas? Did we leave our orbit yet because? Either side of the divide is vicious in attempting to bury the other in dirt,
humiliation and embarrassment.

Careful. . . That deep-six is just about 3.4 to 4 cubic meter of dirt.

Don‘t fall in.