Lights Out On Maharlika

As Maharlika meets her demise on Adobo Chronicles, we’re left with a bittersweet taste of vindication. Farewell to the witch-hunting, sensationalist saga spun by a vlogger hungry for notoriety. 

In a world drowning in cheap entertainment, let’s redirect our gaze to the substantial issues at hand. Why grant a platform to someone concocting a cauldron of lies and gossip? Better to let her “journalist” and blogger cronies revel in the dumpster fire they’ve collectively ignited. 

We’ve said our piece on this wayward voyage into the depths of sensationalism. Let Maharlika’s eventual downfall serve as a cautionary tale against the allure of manufactured drama and the hollow pursuit of fleeting fame. 

Let’s invest our time and attention where it truly matters, leaving the trash bin of tabloid journalism to those who thrive in its murky depths.

Will you join us?

First Of May

In May’s first light, when trees stood tall,
We reveled in life’s humble thrall.
No screens to lure our wandering eyes,
Just skies above, no pixelized lies.

With radio crackling, news would greet,
Batteries powered, a lifeline sweet.
Packed lunches, schoolbooks in our hands,
Walking to learn in peaceful lands.

Colleagues, comrades, side by side,
Dine out joy, no digital divide.
Respect for leaders, in church and state,
Social circles, not a virtual gate.

Oh, simpler times, we often recall,
When May’s first dawn held naught but gall.
Yet, nostalgia’s glow, a comforting balm,
In memory’s grasp, we find our calm.

Hindi Pikuning Tao Si Maharlika, Here’s Proof! (Video)