It’s turned into a veritable toad-fest over at the Despicable Shitrag, with scribbling amphibians fairly hopping over each other to angle their groveling snouts closer to The Thug’s putrescent posterior.
Wheedling bottom-feeder Yen Makabenta has been croaking loudly for a Golden Toady Award nomination for quite some time, so Manila Pagpag feels compelled to add him to the slimy catalog of shame.
As but a tiny brown-nosed toad many, many moons ago, a time and place where his small mind remains stuck in tedious faux nationalist muck and toadyism.
But this action was taken quite reluctantly, as his most recent attack on the New York Times for publicly objecting to The Thug’s fascist campaign of “drug war” slaughter was so preposterous and feeble that we almost gave him a pass. Nobody with a shred of sense would take his hoary and pompous bullshit seriously, so it almost hurts to draw any attention to it.
That being said, his attempt to paint the Times as a “graveyard of serious journalism” was quite a hoot, given the decidedly low caliber of the craven rent-a-rag that publishes his insipid toad droppings.
He wriggled his way incoherently from a movie about Chicago to a discussion of New York journalism’s role in clamoring for the Spanish-American War, famously linked to the sensationalist circulation war between William Hearst’s New York Journal and Joseph Pulitzer’s New York World, of course, rather than the Times.
That’s all very ironic, since the Despicable Shitrag Manila Times seems so hell-bent on emulating the very worst of nineteenth century American yellow journalism rather than producing anything within cannon range of the far outskirts of credibility.
But we digress.
Makabenta invokes the sending of American Admiral George Dewey and something called the “Aquatic Fleet” to Manila Bay, where the Americans decimated the decrepit Spanish barnacle barges.
He must have been attempting to reference the Asiatic Fleet. Obviously, he is a toad out of water when it comes to accurate nautical nomenclature, and his editors are no better.
Makabenta then wriggles his way along the putrid gutters of the very, very, VERY old and decayed faux nationalist trope of invoking all that the dastardly Americans were ever accused of doing more than a century ago in the Philippines, and attempting to link that directly with something that some American is doing today that some Filipino special interest is unhappy with.
Pardon the graphic imagery, but that old hag is so old she farts dust. Really. She was creaking old back in the 1950s, and is positively decrepit at this point.
And, of course, he never mentions, and seems to be in denial of, the obvious fact that the very organ that publishes his meandering crap is a direct legacy of those Yankee imperialist days of yore, albeit even less credible now — and far less influential.
Shouldn’t the name now be changed to “Manila Toads” so as to disassociate from the Yankee imperial past and better reflect present reality?
But he then attempts to mount the imaginary high horse of pseudo-nationalist rhetoric, as so many who were so much better skilled at it have done so many, many, MANY times in the past, and kicks the staggering old beast for yet another trot through the latrine field of jingoistic insincerity.
“The Philippines,” he thunders, purporting to guide the emotions of an entire nation, “should answer the accusatory journalism of NYT by denouncing its journalism as propaganda by a media organization as a tool for a political group fighting the Duterte government.”
Oh, Yen. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye.
Or, as it has been translated into more modern English, “Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but don’t consider the beam that is in your own eye.”
Or, put into even MORE modern and colloquial English that even a Dutertoad should be able to understand: “Take your head out of your ass, you ignorant fucking journo-slut.”
For the beam that we’re talking about here is the mass murder of thousands of Filipinos by the Philippine government and its agents.
Tired old toady Makabenta never gets around to even politely frowning upon THAT little matter.
And of course, right on cue, he inevitably adopts the same old tired and all-too-predictable victim posture, whining that the big, bad, New York Times is “bullying foreign countries that cannot fight back.” Obviously, he regards his audience as being too fucking stupid to recognize the depraved hypocrisy of complaining about media “bullies” while trying his piddly damnedest to be a bully himself while totally ignoring the very real bullying slaughter that the “bully” NYT had the moral and testicular fortitude to criticize.
Dredging up the American colonial past and playing the “nationalist” victim card against international condemnation of the Philippine government’s barbarous present is just so pathetically unimaginative and old hat that it’s downright excruciating.
And Makabenta is such a miserable hack toady that he doesn’t even come close to pulling it off, despite having so many decades of the same old shit from which to crib inspiration.
So his nomination for the Golden Toady is indeed something of a charity case.