I cried countless of times for the death of former President Cory Aquino, but I cried more on the realization that we have wasted the sacrifices of both Cory and Ninoy, and innumerable others. Now that another patriot has finally been laid to rest I am certain that the same people who tirelessly lined up or accompany her to her final resting place, will continue to elect over and over again the kinds of the Zialcitas, the Abaloses, the Defensors, Antoninos, the Villafuertes, the Nograleses, the Dutertes, the Garcias, the Gonzaleses, and all the shameless politicians who continue to enslave the Filipino people, the same phalanx of priests who concelebrated the requiem mass will continue to be equivocal on issues of corruption involving their master, the sanctimonious president Arroyo, who will continue to be silent on the murders and disappearances of many vocal Arroyo critics, the same businesses, with a few exception, who will continue to conduct their business in a corrupt manner, the same media who while incessantly extolling the virtues of the former president, will abruptly turn quiet concerning issues of corruption, just as suddently as they have started it, as soon as they have received their retainers. How very sad and unfortunate indeed it is when there's no one else we can trust, but even more tragic is the reality that we only have ourselves to blame. For while we noisily condemn the evils that other public officials do till we are hoarse, we are silent on the excesses of our relatives and friends, or even those of our own. It was said that the kind of government we have reflects the kind of people that we are, that the government is corrupt because we are corrupt. So instead of asking is there no one else whom we can trust, maybe it will do us good if we start asking whether we can even trust ourselves or not. The answer is what really makes me cry.