Biggest Problems Facing Mexico In 2009

1. Devastation of Mexican boxing icons by Pinoy tsunami Manny Pacquiao.

2. Swine flu, which is not Mexican swine flu but is mistakenly called that by various pigs, racks country’s huge tourism business. Cancun hit by swine flu but don’t tell anybody..

3. Surviving ring icon, Antonio Margocheato, suspended by California and Bob Arum defends him vociferously…until lab results on hand wraps come in. We can’t blame the Tijuana Tornado’s fall on Megamanny.  No, we can’t.

4. Pesky narcotraffickers who employ and/or murder police and assassinate anyone in the way of their thriving drug trade. Big surprise, they get their weapons of choice from America.

5. Did we mention how Pacman wiped out Barrera and Morales and dropped Juan Manuel Marquez four times in two highly competitive bouts?

6. Miguel Cotto, handily beaten by Margocheato, keeps saying he thinks Tone Loc’s gloves felt like there were horseshoes inside them…we’ll never know, but suspicion runs deep with Boricua Bomber and his fans.

7. Idea to alleviate Pacquiao’s wreckage of our top fighters: See if we can get him to become a dual citizen just like some publicity-hungry Pinoy pol wants to give Coach Freddie Roach Filipino dual-citizen status.

8. When we thought Oscar De La Hoya would destroy that tiny Pacman, we referred to the Golden Boy as a Mexican. He got smashed and trashed and now he is known to us as an American who was completely washed up before he got into the ring with Manny.

9. As desperate as we are to have one of our guys beat Pacquiao, we can’t honestly sign off on Manny against Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. as that would be legalized murder. That would make us as bad as the narcogangsters.

10. Since Juan Manuel Marquez is our last remaining icon, we had some hope he could nip Pacman in a third bout.  But now he will get whipped by Floyd Mayweather come July 18. Looking on the bright side, we guess Pacquiao won’t be using any Mexican boxers as his personal piñata for a while. That is called pugilistic progress.

Congressman Manny Pacquiao (Pacman 2010)

When a man has everything in this country, what does he do?

He enters politics.

Boxing icon Manny Pacquiao is a billionaire (in peso terms) who can afford not to work for the rest of his life. He enjoys international fame and has reaped honors for his country. He has a solid family.

What more can a man who has accomplished so much at a young age want??

He wants to become a congressman in 2010.

Maybe Pacquiao doesn’t like being defeated in anything, and must prove that if he can be a world champion in the ring, he can also win big in another arena.

But just to make sure, he’s not going for a rematch with the Antonino clan of his native South Cotabato, where the youthful Darlene Antonino-Custodio trounced him in the race for a congressional seat in 2007.

Instead “Pacman” is relocating to neighboring Sarangani, where he has already bought property to satisfy the residency requirement for those running for a seat in the House of Representatives in May 2010.

His potential rivals in Sarangani are already preparing to portray him to voters as a carpetbagger.

Meanwhile, some of his fans are trying to dissuade him from entering the dirty world of Philippine politics.

These fans lament that the political hangers-on who accompany Pacquiao or watch all his matches diminish the celebration of his boxing victories.

But it’s a free country, and as Joseph Estrada likes to remind everyone since his absolute pardon, if he can vote, he can be voted upon.

The Commission on Elections has approved the registration of Pacquiao’s own political party.

Pacquiao is well within his right to run for the House, or even the Senate, where his critics believe he can increase membership in the committee on silence headed by former action star Lito Lapid.

The worst that can happen to Pacquiao is that he loses his bid for the second time, plus a great deal of money in the campaign. But if he can throw away a fortune in the casinos of Las Vegas, he can afford to throw away part of his substantial nest egg in a political campaign.

The size of that nest egg is already beyond the wildest dreams of the average resident of Sarangani, and Pacquiao still has a few more fights – and a few more million dollars in earnings – to go before he retires from boxing.

Even after three more fights, Pacquiao will be too young to enjoy retirement. He needs to do something. And never one to set his sights low, he’s aiming for political office.

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Manny Pacquiao for President

President Manny Pacquiao stood by the window of Malacañang Palace, looking out at the garden with its big, old gnarled trees, the elegant gates, and the angry mob just outside them, shouting invectives he mercifully could not hear..

Just only a point of view….

He wondered briefly why the Presidential Security Group had allowed the protesters to come so near to the Palace. Then he remembered: Buboy, his defense secretary, had just turned against him, showing up at the makeshift stage on EDSA, along with most members of his Cabinet. The soldiers who had vowed to protect his life with theirs had probably decided it wasn’t worth sacrificing their lives for a President who was on his way out, on the wrong side of history. In a way, he’d been knocked out, and he worried how he would ever stand up from the countdown that had just begun.

Involuntarily, a smile played on his lips, brightening the face that still showed signs of the battering he had suffered in the ring. He never had illusions that he was a handsome man, but his smile and his playful eyes proved irresistible to women: the smile, the eyes and the millions he had to his name, he thought bitterly.

The smile faded even before it could reach his eyes. He had always loved boxing metaphors, and it was the allusions to his storied career, and how he would use his own fists to do battle against the greedy and the corrupt, that, he still believed, had led to his election to the highest post in the land.

President Manny Pacquiao. President Pacman. The mere sound of it used to bring tears to his eyes. If only his Nanay Dionesia had lived long enough to savor the moment when he took his oath of office at the Araneta Coliseum where he had won his earliest victories. He would have loved to hold the ceremony at the MGM Grand, or at Mandalay Bay, but those spoilsports, the nationalists, raised a howl and he had to scrap the idea.

Now, when people said “President Pacman,” they did so in a sarcastic way, hinting at stories and rumors about his unexplained wealth. Unexplained wealth? They wanted to know where he got his money? They only needed to look at his face, listen to his slurred speech, to realize how he had earned his billions. But they wouldn’t know exactly how he had come so close to losing all of it.

President Pacquiao’s silent reverie was broken by a military aide, one of the few who had stayed behind. “Sir,” said the aide, “Ambassador Roach is here to see you.”

Manny turned just in time to note the entry of Freddie Roach, now hobbling about with a cane, though the same lopsided smile was still in evidence. Manny genuinely loved the man. Too bad he was American, and the title of “Ambassador” was a mere honorific, but the President had come to respect him, and to value his friendship. These days when most of “Team Pacquiao” had either fled to exile or joined his enemies, the President also looked forward to sharing Roach’s company, one of the few men he could talk to in all frankness.

“Things are looking bad, Manny, but I guess you’d know that by now,” Roach rasped out, and the President had to cock his ears to catch the man’s words. Having Freddie around was a comfort, but at such a time, he yearned for the advice of people like Lito, Chavit and Bing, men who had plotted his rise to power, who showed him how to use his popularity to attain victories they could not achieve for themselves. And who exploited him for their own uses, he thought with some anger.

“Don’t bother yourself with those guys,” Roach butted in, surprising Manny with his perception. He never could hide anything from the man who had turned him from a young, hungry brawler to a ring tactician. “I always told you those guys were just using you,” Roach drawled, and Manny had to agree once again.

In the beginning, of course, he thought they were genuine friends, accompanying him in all his fights, and staying around to celebrate, staging welcome tours and introducing him to the highest officials, the wealthy and well-bred, and to countless beautiful, hot babes.

At the thought, President Pacquiao wondered where his family was at this moment. Jinkee had long vacated the Palace, announcing that she had endured her husband’s serial infidelity for years but that his decision to throw a grand party for his 16-year-old mistress’ high school graduation—a party to which all his friends came—was a public insult and a declaration of war.

Just the other day, he had called up one of his sons in the States, and the young man, speaking in a clipped American accent he could barely make out, was curt and dismissive. “I’m an embarrassment to them,” he reflected, for by then the foreign press was making much of the corruption and violence that marked the Pacquiao regime. But how could I tell him that most of the money had gone to the pockets of my friends? the President wondered. And how could I confess that while I knew about their shenanigans, I kept quiet because they were giving me a cut of the income?

Pacman, the “best pound-for-pound fighter in the world” in his prime, abruptly stood up and marched once more to the window overlooking the Malacañang gates. He slumped against the bulletproof glass, remembering other days when crowds of loyalists waved pennants and posters, crying and screaming just to catch a glimpse of him. Suddenly, he caught sight of the angry mob outside parting to make way for a fire truck, gearing up for an assault on the Palace.

Manny turned to look back at Roach, who, seeing the look of panic on his former protégé’s face, stood up, striding across the room to put a weary arm around his shoulders.

“It’s time, Manny,” mumbled Roach. “It’s time to give an old piece of advice: Cut and cut cleanly. It’s time to throw in the towel.”

just only a point of view…ELECTION 2010 IS VERY NEAR

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50 congressman watched Pacquiao vs Hatton fight from Vegas may bring in swine flu

Now that the Pacquiao vs Hatton bout is over, expect an influx of travelers from the United States within the next few days, including at least 50 congressmen, plus other VIPs who watched the fight in Las Vegas, Nevada, and who most likely had very close encounters of the sexy kind with Mexican and American hookers and therefore are very likely carriers of the swine flu virus now running amuck in Mexico, America and many other parts of the world. These congressmen very likely would expect special treatment from our immigration and health personnel at the airport and would try to skip the health measures put in place at the airports to prevent the entry of the swine flu into the Philippines.

Note also that the swine flu is now in Hong Kong and South Korea. Many Filipinos treat Hong Kong like Divisoria where they can go for shopping at any time any day. Also, Korean airlines from the US and elsewhere land in Seoul before proceeding to Manila. Therefore, the chances of the swine flu virus sneaking into the Philippines through Hong Kong, Korea and the US are very high and our officials should pay special attention to travelers coming from these places. The Philippines, fortunately, is one of the few countries still free of the disease and we should all do our best to keep it that way.

Dirty Hatton’s right hand over Kenny Bayless

This photo was the dirty Hatton’s right hand that Pacquiao docked and landed on Kenny Bayless.

He got hit numerous times 57% percent of the time in fact, and he only connected 18 out of 78 that he threw. Pacquiao threw 127 and 73 of them connected. 

By defeating Ricky Hatton, Manny Pacquiao won his 6th title in as many weight divisions. More so, he is the first fighter to win a 4th lineal or real championship in 4 weight divisions. He has now won the flyweight, featherweight (which many erroneously do not recognize), junior-lightweight and now junior-welterweight lineal championship. 

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