Today, when self opened up her e-mail, she saw a news flash: there had been an incident in the Philippines.
But first she had to read about Tiger and Elin’s divorce being finalized.
And then she looked at the clock and realized that, even if by chance she were to summon up one last ounce of energy, it was 4:22 p.m. (Gracie is barking), and self would never make it to the post office in time.
This is what happened in Manila, a day (or so) ago:
A policeman who had been fired for trying to shake down a chef, decided he would hi-jack a tour bus. The tour bus was filled with Chinese from Hong Kong. It was a little after 10 in the morning; the tour was just getting under way.
So the guy sits down among the tourists, dressed in military fatigues and armed with an automatic rifle, and no one says a word (Perhaps they thought he was a bodyguard, hired by the tour operators? Perhaps) And the man takes the 24 tourists hostage. And videos on the web right now show the Philippine police breaking the bus’s windows with sledgehammers. And the ex-policeman opened fire, and the result was calamity. Utter calamity.
And our brand new president said that our police lacked training and moreover lacked the necessary equipment.
And — all right, this is one story that won’t get written. Not, at least, by self.
Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 