There was a time when to be Filipino – as distinguished from the colonially-ordained ‘Filipino’ – was to be a procrastinator, an indolent and a dissembler. But to procrastinate under a colonial master was to undermine his regime; to be indolent was to obstruct his aims, and to dissemble was to confound him.”

–Pres. Ferdinand E. Marcos, 1981

The Indolentry

M is the shadowy figure behind Indolent Indio. Financier, publisher, curator of Internet oddities, M did not lose his legs in the war just to watch a generation of ingrates burn the flag and piss away their freedom. Truth be told, he did not lose his legs in any war at all. There is nothing at all the matter with his legs. He just sits in a wheelchair because of sheer laziness.

M’s colors don’t run. And neither does he.

One Tamad is your little brown brother from another mother. He is not a monkey! He is a man! A monkey… man! An old monkey man, to be precise, who knows one poem and one poem only: Eliot’s The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock. And not even by heart.

PreMadonna is our correspondent in San Diego, Laguna.  Sent on assignment to investigate an alleged attack by a “yellow man” on a local illustrado, she has not been seen or heard from since. Reports are unclear whether said “yellow man” was of Chinese descent, was jaundiced, or was a bit of poetic license.

PreMadonna has won critical acclaim for her pieces “Kurkodayl Ruins Picnic,” “Old School is still Cool: Courtship on the Azotea”, and “Deremof means Freedom.”