DamNation

Let me begin by telling you about myself.

I am Leonard but only those who don’t really know me call me that. Bong is my nickname-a fairly ordinary name as I am sure that there are millions of Bongs in the country. But, as you are about to learn, my nickname would be the last ordinary and common thing about me.
I was born out of wedlock in prison because my mother is serving time for drug pushing. My father took me away right after that and I was raised by a loving family-no question about that-but somehow the fact that I am a bastard never ceased to amaze me (some people say I lived-up to the name, being a bastard I mean). I did not mind not knowing my mother back then; I have all the love in the world. The thing is I never much cared if I ever knew her at all, even now. But as fate has it I eventually got to meet her. No problem except for the fact that I sort of don’t feel anything-love or hate-which I am not sure if it’s a good thing.
I am a Roman Catholic, and I believe in God (I’m making it clear because those two things don’t go hand in hand anymore).
I am a student in a State University that is now called the National University-as if the changing the name would bring in a new system.
I curse a lot, I have an anger management problem, and I always have trouble staying out of trouble.
Well, that is probably the only thing you have to know about me. Oops, didn’t I say I‘m gay? I’m just joking, I hate faggots.
Being born in prison probably screwed me up for life. Since, as far as I can tell, I am in prison, in one way or another, ever since.
First, I was a prisoner of the overly protective love that my grandparents showered on me. Secondly, I was a prisoner for four years to the excellent but flawed education that Philippine Science High School – Bicol Region Campus (See, I am not from Diliman, my intelligence, if there is any, is just second-rate) instilled in me. Thirdly, I was imprisoned to the phony nationalism and impossible academic excellence that UP expected from me.
But I am also in prison for a more serious crime; one that transcends the imaginary boundary of whatever institutions I am a part of, a prison that-if there is blame to be pointed-resulted from all the other three.
I am a prisoner of my own mind, tormented by my conscience, locked-up for my apathy, and incarcerated for my indifference. Let me make it clear: I am a prisoner of my own greed-and to the general idea that I’m larger than life, which, it turned out far too late, that I am not.
For a long time, I thought that there is nothing wrong in the world. That the problems we have, though sometimes great in magnitude, are just common solvable dilemmas-nothing that a little effort, a ton of heroism, and plenty of unity can’t solve.
I was wrong. The problems we are facing now are not that simple. Truth be told, the root goes to the very virtue that society preaches: education-and to the general notion that it is the solution to all the problems in the world, as they used to lament “if only we are more educated”. I say that is bullshit.
The problem I have with education is its very nature. In our country, the tertiary education that all colleges and universities are offering (yes, even UP) is colonial, repressive, and commercialized.
I am looking at it this way: the very education that should have liberated us was instead used as the all-encompassing tool to subjugate, blind, and paralyze us.
The ruling elite of the world had distorted the education system into a factory of corporate slaves-future workers, mid-level managers, and most importantly consumers. Going to school had aroused our appetite for consumer goods. We are being made to want more, buy more, consume more, and borrow more just as they are more than willing to indulge our wants.
They successfully cater to our needs in part because those needs were partly-if not wholly-encouraged by them. Movies, television, fashion, music, and even literature were just some of the vehicles utilized for the propagation of a popular culture deeply ingrained in consumerism.
Taking a closer look at UP would prove that the premise I had stated were, for the most part, true-if not for those who continually oppose the commercialization of education here in UP we would not have been any different to other universities in the country.
Even though UP prides itself in providing a nationalistic education, little evidence of it are found in the campuses. Here in UPLB the veneer of activism is lost amongst the glistening lights of Grove. And the spirit to fight is being diminished by the continuous policy of repression by the administration.
Then what must we do? Well, I think it is the time for a new kind of activism. But redefined, repackaged in a way that even Buklod could not think of and even Sakbayan couldn’t stomach. Now we should launch activism 2.0, if you may. Not the kind of activism that rallies support in the street, or fight for our rights in the jungle. Not even the kind of neo-activism that expresses its ideas in the internet, or espouses free exchange of ideas through debate. Not those things, they are passé.
What we need is an activism that really forces the issue to be understood, rather than just being passively listened to. A new breed of activism that would require dedicated patriots that would willingly gave their lives to the cause-not just their voices, intellect, and time.
I am talking about us-the youth-taking up arms, terrorizing the ruling elite into changing how the world is being run. We should run amok in the campuses, bomb buildings, assassinate repressive leaders, kidnap abusive teachers, and intimidate unwilling students into joining the cause.
We should resort to violence now because the world seems to be unwilling to listen to us. And because our voices have became so faint, our wails so unintelligible, that maybe through bombs we can make the world take notice. We must create mayhem, propagate chaos, and destroy the existing order of things.
Let us raise our middle fingers to authority and say “Fuck the System, we would create a New World Order.” Let us destroy the fucking establishment. Spread anarchy and destroy the world; so that, after all is said and done we can create a better place to live.
Only when we are prepared to lose everything could we really be free. So let us destroy everything. And let us start it right here in our school-UPLB. I included below the pictures that we needed to destroy-and some suggestion of how to do it. Thank you!

Library- We could torch the damn building by placing small bombs inside that would be timed to go off at around 6pm. If we can destroy the books this building would lose its purpose.








Hum- this one is easy just simple Molotov cocktails can do the job.
Though, the weather must be dry for the combustion to take rather fast.













Admin- this one is tough.
But a mail bomb addressed to the chancellor
would probably be the best assault on this building.












Kwek-kwek tower- this serves as a symbol of learning-or something
to that effect-we could bring it down by using four pipe bombs placed at the base.











Leonard N. Balon