Sunday, April 21, 2013

Desperate straits


“The continuation of political intercourse with a mixture of other means.”
As much to war as to election campaigns is Carl von Clausewitz’s classic definition in his Vom Kriege.
In the scheme of things current in the third district of Pampanga, the “other means” I readily recognized being impacted upon re-electionist Congressman Aurelio “Dong” Gonzales.
Where my hometown of Sto. Tomas left off – ceasing its age old tradition of blasting the effigy of Judas on Easter Sunday, the City of San Fernando picked up – not one but several effigies of Judas strewn all about the city, practically at the onset and for the duration of the Holy Week and after.
Where our bearded Judas wore fire engine red, the city’s wore green and sported the face of Cong Dong, photoshopped with tongue hanging out of his mouth, his neck bound by thick ropes, his body scrawled with “Taksil kay GMA”, his left hand holding the iconic moneybag – the supot ni Hudas.
Whoever put up those Judases did not have to explode them as we did in Sto. Tomas, if only to blast Cong Dong. And they got away with it. Or so they could have thought.
GMA loyalists were behind this. Someone from Heroes Hall said, with neither prodding nor proof.
Did I just say “no proof”? So what’s that taksil tag in the effigy? That clearly shows the motive for striking back at Cong Dong – his supposed betrayal of Pampanga’s beloved Gloria.  
Yeah, and it’s public knowledge that Mikey would not stray in the same room with Cong Dong and that GMA’s bosom friends from Lubao have not only aligned themselves with his rival, City of San Fernando Mayor Oscar S. Rodriguez, but engaged their well-oiled political machinery to shame Cong Dong at the polls.
It’s the same hand that sent those five M-16 bullets to the congressman’s security aide. Someone in the police said.
If anything, the Judas effigies validated the veracity of the threat coming with those bullets, the cop added, requesting for anonymity as he was not authorized to speak on the matter.       
Oca is desperate. Someone in yellow and green who looks back at the call of “Toy” countered.
So what made comebacking Cong Oca desperate?
The latest survey showing Cong Dong a runaway winner in all four towns and one city in the third district with 64 percent of the vote to Oca’s 30 percent.
Most insulting to Oca here is his losing in his hometown of Sta. Ana – getting only 29 percent to Dong’s 67 percent, and in the City of San Fernando – 51 percent going to Cong Dong and 41 percent for Oca.
The San Fernando results are a repudiation of all the supposed accomplishments of Oca as world-class mayor. That’s more than enough cause for desperation. So concluded yellow-green Toy.
And that made Oca’s supporters resort to the Judas gimmick?
Well, you know what groups are experts at making effigies, especially in protest marches and rallies.  
Some mismatch there. Observed sharp-minded Ashley Manabat.
Of course, dummy, 64 to 30 in percentage points is a mismatch, aye, it’s murder.  
No, dummy, I meant that Judas thing.
How, genius?
Buoyed up by the survey results, Cong Dong is oozing with confidence and energy as he takes on the campaign trail.
So?
Oca, on the other hand, is desperate – if we believe the yellow-green man there.
So?
So, wasn’t despair what pushed Judas to hang himself? So, dummy, whose face best fits that Judas effigy sport now?
May Ashley never be in despair as he covers the campaign in the third district. We all pray.    

Doggoned


THOSE OF age in 1997 may well still remember Wag the Dog.
For one, it starred Hollywood A-listers Robert de Niro and Dustin Hoffman.
More worth unforgetting though is its plot – a Washington DC spinmeister distracts the electorate from a sex scandal (shades of the Bill-Monica affair) a few days before the election by hiring a film producer to…well, produce a bogus war with Albania.
The movie did not birth the idiom “wag the dog,” having been in the American lexicon since the 1870s, originating from “the tail wagging the dog.” Nonetheless, it was the movie that really made it an operative word in politics and communications, spawning the meaning “to start a war or military operation to divert political attention away from yourself.”        
General usage now has “wag the dog” meaning to create a situation to divert the people’s attention from what is otherwise of greater significance, concern or interest to them. 
Wag the dog. That is precisely what I see in the current war rhetorics of North Korea. No, I have absolutely no pretensions to expertise in geopolitics, at best being an armchair generalist. Still, the tell-tale signs are all there.  
North Korea is the dog. So who is wagging it? China.
Only China can wag the North Korean dog, being its economic patron, diplomatic partner, virtual lifeline to the rest of the world. In short China is its master.
So why should China do the wagging?
To divert attention from China’s own incursions into the West Philippine Sea and the disputed waters off Japan.
China has earned some ill reputation of being an international bully, of pursuing a policy of hegemony against its smaller neighbors.
China has not endeared itself even to its special administrative region of Hong Kong, the locals vehemently protesting the mainland’s attempt to impose in the school systems some histories and practices alien to the Hong Kongers.
China is starting to look like a pariah to the world.
More than a public relations campaign, China needed something of greater impact. Something akin to the “shock and awe” doctrine perfected in Operation Desert Storm.
So it wags the North Korean dog.
Shocked was the world by North Korea’s bellicose stand – its persistent high pitched threats of nuke attacks on US targets, South Korea and Japan.
Awed is the world now with China’s openness to help resolve the burgeoining crisis, as articulated by foreign policy chief, State Councilor Yang Jiechi thus: “China is firmly committed to upholding peace and stability and advancing the denuclearization process on the Korean peninsula…We maintain that the issue should be handled and resolved peacefully through dialogue. … To properly address the Korean nuclear issue serves the interests of all parties.”
Unlost in translation to US Secretary of State John Kerry as “synergy” between the two countries to achieve worldwide security and economic stability.
So, Kerry: “We have a stake in China’s success. And frankly, China has a stake in the success of the United States. And that became clear in all of our conversations here today. A constructive partnership that is based on mutual interest benefits everybody in the world.”
So China is now an international peacemaker. Its own territorial aggression in Asia put in the backburner.
Doggone it.    

Religious, sometimes


"SOMETIMES I think that I might leave the Catholic Church."
To that statement one in every 11 Filipino Catholics admitted. So published reports said a survey of the Social Weather Stations showed.
"Having thoughts of leaving the Catholic Church is more common among Catholics who do not consider themselves as very religious, who attend Church monthly at most, and whose church attendance is less now than five years ago." So SWS extrapolated.
Off hand, my rather limited study of communications research instantly saw some infirmity in the statement, notably the immeasurability of “sometimes.” So, how many times a day, a week, a month or a year make “sometimes”? Did all the over-1,000 respondents have a single, shared notion of “sometimes”?
And then, how is “religious” taken in definitive terms? As there are different frequencies in “sometimes” so there are too different shades of being or not being “religious.” Again, did all the respondents share the same concept of “religious”?
Terms of references not concretely defined make the results of the survey adulterated if not polluted. Albeit unwittingly, still the results become suspect.
But then again, who am I – a participant to a seminar or two on surveys – to   question surveys of the SWS, the country’s foremost pollster?        
As expected, from the church leaders, both religious and laity, swift and sweeping was the reactive denunciation of the survey results.
How can there be a decline in the number of Catholics going to Masses when priests have to say up to six or seven on Sundays, not to mention the anticipated Masses of Saturdays and those celebrated in shopping malls? All these could only mean more Catholics going to Mass!
The additional parishes being created every year throughout the country is another argument to the contra-indication of the SWS survey conclusions. Why carve out new parishes out of already established ones if there is a dearth of churchgoers? It simply does not make sense, spiritually or temporally.
Seeing some madness to this method is retired archbishop Oscar Cruz, who has accused Malacanang as behind the “spurious” survey.
The Palace has the motive, Apung Oscar said, to undermine the Catholic Church, having been a “big pain in the neck of the present administration.”
The continuing opposition to the reproductive health law, and its translation to affirmative action in the coming elections through “Team Patay” admonitions comprise the most flagrant of the fouls the Church inflicted on the Aquino administration.
That the release to media of the SWS survey came right in the wake of the launch of the "White Vote Movement," which aims to gather six million votes for the so-called pro-life senatorial candidates beclouded, if not belied, the real agenda behind the survey other than "as a public service" in response to recent assertions that "people have been leaving the Catholic Church" and "people are about to leave the Church."
"Needless to say, it takes a lot of obsession and egoism on the part of the beneficiary plus ample craftiness and dedication on the part of the funded agencies to come up with a truly amazing political propaganda in favor of the payee." So spoke the good archbishop  
Discredit the Church before it can discredit Team PNoy further. That is seen as the simplest of explanation for the SWS survey hitting at the Church.
So one in every 11 Filipino Catholics has “sometimes” thought of leaving the Church. So, what’s keeping him/her from leaving?
The SWS could have sought answers for that too. Then its survey is truly worth considering. 


     


Monday, April 08, 2013

Of heroes


UNHAPPY IS the land without heroes. So some wag wrote.

Happiest then is the Philippines with its surfeit of heroes. 

“Who are the persons whom you consider a genuine Filipino hero? You can name up to five persons.” So – with neither prompting nor proffered list – the Social Weather Station asked 1,200 respondents nationwide in early March. 

Emerging on top: Jose Rizal. Andres Bonifacio. Benigno and Corazon Aquino. Rightly so, the national hero is numero uno with 75 percent. Bonifacio had 34 percent. Ninoy had 20 percent and Cory 14 percent.

In a tie with Cory is the “Subime Paralytic” Apolinario Mabini, followed by four  Presidents – Emilio Aguinaldo (11 percent), Ferdinand Marcos (5.1 percent), Ramon Magsaysay (4.3 percent) and Manuel Quezon (3.8 percent).

The very first Filipino historical hero Lapu-Lapu was named by 3.7 percent. 

Just out of the Top 10 were Melchora Aquino (3.2 percent) and Marcelo H. del Pilar (3.0 percent).

President Noynoy Aquino at 2.9 percent edged the “Brains of the Katipunan Emilio Jacinto (2.8 percent), who was followed by pound-for-pound king Manny Pacquiao at 2.6 percent.
More historical heroes followed: Gabriela Silang (2.6 percent), Gregorio del Pilar (2.2 percent) and Juan Luna (1.9 percent), capped by President Manuel Roxas (1.8 percent).

Even former President Joseph Estrada figured with 1.8 percent of the respondents, followed by President Diosdado Macapagal (1.6 percent) in tie with  presidential candidate actor Fernando Poe Jr. (1.6 percent) whom his daughter Gloria bested in 2004.

Alas, seemingly erased from the collective memory of the Filipino people are some other national heroes: the martyred priests Gomez-Burgos-Zamora, the propagandist Graciano Lopez-Jaena, military genius Gen. Antonio Luna, Diego Silang, Francisco Dagohoy, Macario Sacay and Jose Abad Santos.  

That the Dictator earned an honoured place in the Top 10 and the disgraced and convicted plunderer merited a place at all in the survey manifest some reconsideration in our general understanding of heroism.   

Yeah, how did Marcos and Estrada ever become heroes? 

Some symptoms of a damaged culture patently manifest there. Unhappy is the land with a surplus of pseudo-heroes. 



A DIGRESSION…

So what does it take to be a hero?

A debate had long focused on the question: Are heroes born or made?

Is heroism inherent in a person or does it rise out of circumstance? Th e latter has traditionally been the preferred position buttressed by historical epochs.

Without the American Revolution would there be a Washington? Without the Civil War, a Lincoln?

Could Turkey’s Ataturk have arisen without the Ottoman persecution? Or Lenin sans the Romanov’s enslavement of Russia?

If memory serves right, I think it was Arnold Toynbee that provided the synthesis to hero-born versus hero-made contradiction, to quote liberally (from faded memory): “When he has in him to give, and the situation demands of him to give, he has no other recourse but to give.”

The essence of heroism inheres in the person and is drawn out from him by the circumstance. Both born and made is the hero then.

Even if one possesses all elements of heroism in him – generally thought of as intelligence, honor and integrity, courage, selflessness and commitment to a cause, self-sacrifice and love for others, if there is no situation that will warrant the extraction and expression of these elements – a triggering mechanism of sort – the hero will not come out of him.

That is the lamentation expressed in Gray’s Elegy in a church courtyard: “…Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear:

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air…”



HEROISM IS the summation of a life. Heroism is a verdict of history.

So what’s Marcos doing in that list of “genuine heroes”? Estrada too, and for that matter P-noy and Pacquiao?

Ah, yes, I remember reading someone writing somewhere: “Anyone is a hero who has been widely, persistently over long periods, and enthusiastically regarded as heroic by a reasonable person, or even an unreasonable one.”        

Yeah, I can only think of the “unreasonable” ones getting them there. 

Shame. 

(Zona Libre/Punto!, April 11, 2011)

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

All the news unfit to print


THE ELECTION campaign – the official one that is – at the local levels has barely started and already a group of newsmen and editors, not to mention political pundits, already consigned a number of candidates to definitively destined defeat.
Which gave rise to some imaginative – verily imaginary too – writings of all the news about the election outcome that you – in all probability – would not see in print.
Here’s a rundown:
Guiao beats Blueboy
He was ridiculed in the campaign hustings as one “Paciencia Paras-Yabut” for his penchant to either ask the patience and understanding of supplicants for his assistance as he could not give them anything or promise he would bring their needs to the attention of the governor.
But Vice Gov. Joseller “Yeng” Guiao had the last laugh, beating comebacking Francis “Blueboy” Nepomuceno in his own bailiwick of Angeles City and burying him in an avalanche of votes in Mabalacat City and Magalang town.
With his victory, Guiao said he would resign his coaching job in the Philippine Basketball Association and concentrate legislating on anger management.
This, even as the neophyte congressman vowed to double his efforts in bringing the needs of his first district constituents to the attention of the governor.#

At last, at last, at long last
Boking’s hold on mayorship ends
The long, long, long, looong term of Marino “Boking” Morales as mayor of Mabalacat town starting in 1995 all the way to Mabalacat City in 2012 came to an abrupt end on May 13, 2013.
Writing finis to the once bruited about lifetime hold of Morales on the mayorship is Noli Castro, Jr., official candidate of the Laban ng Demokratikong Pilipino (LDP).
Castro’s candidacy was initially questioned, with the other contender for the mayoralty post, Vice Mayor Noel Castro, petitioning the Commission on Elections to be declared his namesake a nuisance candidate.
With the poll results, Castro – the winner Noli, that is – proved it was the petitioner, erstwhile vice mayor Castro who got less than five percent of the votes cast, that really deserved to have been declared the nuisance candidate.
Castro said he “would not do a Boking” as he disowned any ambition for even one  re-election.
“In just one term, I can turn Mabalacat not only into the Makati of the north but the Las Vegas of the east,” he said.#

Dabu drubs GMA            
The once putative provincial administrator is now a full-fledged congresswoman – and how!
Atty. Vivian Dabu rode on the wings of the PNoy phenomenon and the well-oiled machinery of the Liberal Party in Pampanga to beat – by the proverbial mile – the infirm and hospital-arrested former President and re-electionist Congresswoman Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.
Dabu won in all six municipalities comprising the second district, thrashing the once most powerful woman in the country even in her own precinct in Lubao.
Meanwhile, with her victory, reports said the Inquirer is at this early considering her to be its “Filipino of the Year.”
“A most fitting tribute,” said a Dabu supporter who asked that he not be identified for lack of authority to speak. “Pareho na sila ni Among.
Dabu’s superior during her stint at the Capitol, Gov. Eddie T. Panlilio, was also hailed “Filipino of the Year” after his election in 2007.#

Delta loses to ‘unknown’
Defying all projections and all survey results, unheralded Atty. Maria Amalia Tiglao-Cayanan deprived three-time Lubao mayor Dennis “Delta” Pineda of the vice-governorship.
Tiglao-Cayanan put to good use her “Binibining Pilipinas” charm and her “innate intelligence” in convincing the Kapampangan electorate that she was the better choice for vice governor. This, according to seasoned political observers.
In her victory speech, Tiglao-Cayanan said she would reinstate the Biyaya a Luluguran at Sisikapan (BALAS) to administer and supervise the quarry operations, promising that she would even double “in one term” the P700 million collections achieved by the Pineda administration.# 
   
Panlilio retakes Capitol
Suspended priest Eddie “Among Ed” Panlilio won over incumbent Gov. Lilia “Nanay Baby” Pineda in this their third fight for the Pampanga governorship.
“A miracle in the scope of the parting of the Red Sea by Moses if not in the scale of the resurrection of the Christ Himself,” a member of Panlilio’s Kapampangan Manalakaran support group said of Panlilio’s second coming at the Capitol.
Shrieks of “Hallelujahs!” accompanied the governor-again at his proclamation.
Panlilio was not given the least chance of winning the governorship by political observers and pollster due to his “very, very poor showing in the surveys.”
He himself was at one time quoted by a Liberal Party mayoralty bet as likening his chances at winning to an elephant passing through the eye of the needle, and even unsure if the needle had an eye.
“It’s a miracle!” so Panlilio’s followers chorused.
“No, it’s PNoy,” someone who looked like Local Government Secretary Mar Roxas said.#
(Editor’s Note:  You read it all here first. You won’t ever read it again, anywhere else. Lap it up, for whatever it’s worth.)       

A week far from holy


SPECTACLE, INDEED! Just as the press release of the City of San Fernando information office proclaimed it was, the Holy Week just past. Not only in the city but in the whole of Pampanga, and presumably, in the rest of the Philippines.
What with every event of spirituality demeaned to spectator sport, every rite of religiosity reduced to touristy enterprise!  
Maundy Thursday. The traditional Visita Iglesia losing all its essence of contemplation and sacrifice to simple joy ride or pasyal  to seven or 14 churches, invariably ending to midnight satiation at Jollibee or McDonald’s.
The meditative prayer on the Stations of the Cross, then variably all 14 in each of the churches or one per church – Jesus is Condemned to Death in the first, down to Jesus is Laid in the Tomb in the last – now consumed in the way of all flesh. Finis. Kaput. Vanished.
The Blessed Sacrament in the Altar of Repose, known to sarado Catolicos as the monumento transformed, aye, devolved, from the Holy Body for adoration into an object of curious, if shallow, consideration. With the surrounding decorations getting most of the attention.
Who can still meditate, aye, commune with the mystical body of Christ in the Blessed Sacrament, amid all those noisy comings and speedy goings, accompanied by the flashes, whirrs and clicks of cameras, by the range of decibels from ringing tones?
By the posings – wacky, not excluded – of just about every “visitor” before the santissimo sacramento?
By friends and acquaintances meeting by the altar itself neither to worship nor pray but to compare some scorecards of sorts: “So how many churches have you visited this far? Mekarakal na kayo?”
By some fag…er, gays commenting for all to hear how one monumento looked so “chaka” with its “pa-environmental ek-ek” , of some other altar looking like the set of a horror movie. The devil there not so much in the details as in those faggots. So damn me for my political incorrectness. 
And what is Good Friday but one bloody spectacle!
My quiet, serene, reflective early morning walk at the village square of Villa Victoria shattered by the cacophony of noises from usiseros and the fan base of scores of flagellants going about their rituals of numbing their backs with whips tipped with thin bamboo strips – to the rhythmic plak-plak cadence – then their scratching with brushes having broken glass for bristles – all this with not a few heavily puffing on cigarettes. In Good Fridays past, I even noticed some getting spirituous, rather than spiritual, fortitude not from the archangel Saint Michael, but from the ginebra San Miguel. Some comic irony obtained there, if not ridiculous stupidity.
And the grandest spectacle of all – the Cutud crucifixions. Now finding stiff, albeit, less bloody, competitions in barangays San Juan, Sta, Lucia and Juliana in the City of San Fernando and in Pampang, Angeles City.
Self-mortification, panata for some supposedly divine favors either asked for or already received. So it is said of the cause of both flagellant and the crucified. Fearful that I be judged, so I shall not.
Yet, adhering to the Church teaching that the human body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, I cannot but look at these nailings upon cobbled crosses in some makeshift Golgothas as a desecration of that temple into a boudoir of De Sade and a chamber of Von Sacher-Masoch.                 
Father, forgive us. Even if we know what we are doing.  And undoing.

Confessing Judas


MANY WERE called, only seven responded.
As it was with our early vocation at the Mater Boni Consilii Seminary where we ended unchosen, so it was with our planned retreat at a Fontana villa last Friday.
Still, this did not detract us from our pursuit for some spiritual advancement, with the Rev. Fr. Cito Carlos as most able guide.
The Mass Among Charlie celebrated was beautiful in its simplicity. His homily though seared our very soul. It was all about Judas, eternally damned antagonist in the drama of Christian salvation. 
“I do not approve of the Holy Week tradition of blasting Judas in effigy. It rankles of vengeance which is most un-Christian,” he said, even as he hastened that he had no intention of justifying Judas’ betrayal.
An “expanded perspective to draw some lessons, if not inspiration, from,” he said of his take on the kissing-betrayer, which he admitted he drew from our pre-Mass pleasantries on how he came to be our retreat master.
He chuckled upon learning he was the fourth priest we approached to conduct our retreat, all the other three deeming we were beyond salvation, only half-jokingly. Hence the Judas model – not for us to emulate but to learn from.
“Yes, Judas made a deal with the chief priests for 30 pieces of silver to deliver Jesus to them but on condition that he should not be harmed,” Among Charlie reminded us. “The deal went sour when Jesus was lashed, scourged, and inflicted with all sorts of pain and insults.”
So Judas wanted out of the deal by returning to the priests the payment, woefully sorry for what he had done.      
Indeed, Matthew 27:3-5: “Then Judas, which had betrayed him, when he saw that he was condemned, repented himself, and brought again the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying, ‘I have sinned in that I have betrayed the innocent blood.’ And they said, ‘What is that to us? See thou to that.’ And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed, and went and hanged himself.”
Suicide is abominable in the eyes of God. So Judas compounded his already most heinous crime of betraying the Son of God by killing himself.
But did Judas really hang himself in remorse for what he did?
Acts 1:18-19: “Now this man purchased a field with the reward of iniquity; and falling headlong, he burst asunder in the midst, and all his bowels gushed out. And it was known unto all the dwellers at Jerusalem; insomuch as that field is called in their proper tongue, Aceldama, that is to say, the field of blood.”
Some apparent contradiction there with Matthew 27:3-5 on the death of Judas and the place of circumstance, which the succeeding verses – Matthew 27:6-8 – had as: “And the chief priests took the silver pieces, and said, ‘It is not lawful for us to put them into the treasury, because it is the price of blood.’ And they took counsel, and bought with them the potter's field, to bury strangers in. Wherefore that field was called, the field of blood, unto this day.”
Need to find some gospel harmonist to synthesize those seeming contradictions.
My seminary brother Boiti Portugal took a tack different from mine in our reflection on Judas: “My mind... is in darkness! My God... God, I'm sick! I've been used! And you knew! You knew all the time! God, I will never know why you chose me for your crime! Your foul, bloody crime! My God, you have murdered me! Murdered me! Murdered me! Murdered me! Murdered me! Murdered...”
Not from Matthew, Luke, Mark or John, not even from Paul, but from Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice – the rock opera Jesus Christ Superstar.
Yeah, instantly came to mind there the doggone dogma of an agnostic past: “Without Judas there is no salvation.” As instantly denounced as extreme unorthodoxy, twisted theology, damned heresy.
So dared we flirted with some things far beyond our theological limits. When we lacked the simple courage to go to confession!
One of the guys, I think it was Boss Tayag, asked if we could just write down our sins on paper to be read in silencio by Among Charlie and burned after the Confiteor. The smoke of our contrition rising to the heavens there.
On the other hand, tech-savvy as he is, Ashley Manabat suggested we just text Among our sins and he would text back to us his absolution and our penance. E-confession, anyone?
Aye, verily doing a St. Augustine in his own Confessions we were all there: “Da mihi castitatem et continentiam, sed noli modo (Give me chastity and continence, but not just yet)!” 
In the end, Among Charlie issued a general absolution – with the condition that we should go to confession at the earliest time possible.
And everybody went to communion. But me. Unable, unwilling to let go of Judas. As yet.        
 
 

Maleldo: Passion and pageantry


Maleldo. A contraction of mal a aldo ­– directly translating to a highly-valued, hence, holy day – has evolved to be the one word comprising the Holy Week and all its rituals. Maleldo is intertwined with kaleldo – summer, the season when it is observed.
The etymology of Maleldo is easy enough to explain. The rituals and practices exclusive to the town of Sto. Tomas are a different thing.
In the absence of written history, the oral tradition – kuwento ni lola – is the only source of information on the rituals of maleldo.
From the Canlas sisters – Apung Mameng (1898-1976) who remained unmarried, Apung Rita vda de Zapata (1901-1980), Apung Bibang vda de Manese (1903-1978) – came the information written here, passed on to them by their mother Demetria.
“Ding apu (grandmother) nang ima mi mig-sagala nala kanu king maleldu,” the sisters were wont to say to their inquisitive grandchildren at the time.    
The Holy Week starts with Viernes Dolores, later moved to Sabado Dolores. The change came in the late ‘60s or early ‘70s – somewhere at the tailend of the Cursillo Movement -- to “circumvent” the rigid abstinence of no-meat-on-the-Fridays-of-Lent.
A triumvirate of women handles the activities: the Hermana Mayora, the Mayordoma and the Secretaria. The three fetch the image of the Mater Dolorosa from the house of the camadera in Barangay San Bartolome and head the procession to the church on Viernes Dolores.

Sabado Dolores
Sabado Dolores starts with a morning Mass followed by a breakfast – courtesy of the Secretaria -- for the Mass-goers on the church grounds.
At lunchtime, presided by the Hermana, the saladoras – a group comprising of previous hermanas, mayordomas, secretarias, as well as descendants of those who served as such but have long gone – gather to choose the successors to the three oficiales.
Choice per position is through bola-suerte. Two jars are used: one contains rolled pieces of paper in which are written the names of the candidates; the other, rolled papers commensurate to the number of candidates – all blank but for one with the word suerte. The name of the candidate drawn from the first jar that matches the suerte from the second jar becomes the hermana, mayordoma, or the secretaria.
In the evening, the image of the Mater Dolorosa is venerated in a procession around town with the hermana and her court, escorted by their husbands, preceding the caro.
The procession marks the debut appearance of the estabats – twelve young lasses that make a choir, accompanied by a manggirigi – a violinist – as they sing hymns to the Blessed Virgin.

Estabats
The estabats are so-called after the opening lines of their Latin hymn “stabat Mater Dolorosa…” roughly translated to “the Sorrowful Mother was standing…”
Supervision of the Holy Week celebrations shifts from the hermana to a Holy Week Executive Committee after the Sabado Dolores. The committee chair is selected each year and is given the freehand to choose his officers and members.
Domingo de Ramos -- Palm Sunday -- comes with the traditional blessing of…well, palm and olive branches in a barrio chapel – alternately in San Bartolome and San Vicente – followed by a procession to the parish church with the parish priest taking the role of Christ on the way to Jerusalem accompanied by twelve men acting and dressed in the role of the 12 Apostles.
At the four corners of the churchyard or the street fronting the church stand kubu-kubuan where choir members sing hosanna and shower the priest with petals and confetti. The celebration ends with a Mass.
Lunes Santo and Martes Santo were quiet days. Until the cenaculo or reading of the Passion was moved to Martes Santo and Miercoles Santo.
Originally, the cenaculo was held on Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. In the ‘70s, it was moved to Holy Wednesday and Maundy Thursday, to give full contemplation on the suffering and death of Christ on Good Friday. Sometime later it was further moved to where it is now being celebrated.
Traditionally, the cenaculo is an affair of the youth. A president from each gender gets elected to chair the festivity which comprises of the reading of the Passion and the serving of -- variably, depending on the collections – ice cream and barquillos or kalame. Of late, the word cenaculo has given way to the Tagalog pabasa. A more appropriate term, so the purists hold, given that a cenaculo goes beyond mere reading of the Passion to include a play or a drama of the Passion.
The second procession of the week takes place in the evening of Miercoles Santo. Here, images of saints who had had participation in the days prior to the death of Christ are put on decorated caros with St. Peter, bearer of the keys to heaven and his ubiquitous rooster at the lead followed by St. John the Evangelist, St. Thomas, St. Bartholomew, St. Andrew, St. Philip, St. James, St. Mary Magdalene, St. Veronica, St. Martha. Second to the last is the image of the Nazarene, Jesus carrying the cross, followed by the apostoles.  The image of the Mater Dolorosa is at the rear, preceded by the estabats and followed by the brass band.

Camaderas
In between the caros are the cofradias and church organizations and the camaderas, the owners or caretakers of the images.      
Maundy Thursday marks the observance of the washing of the feet of the apostles and the Last Supper. The parish priest is assisted by the Holy Week Committee chair and officers at the foot-washing rites.
After the ceremonies, the parish priest and the apostoles take their own supper at the parish rectory and partake of the cordero, a dish of beef covered with potatoes shaped like a lamb.
Rites and ceremonies for Good Friday start shortly after noon with the Las Siete Palabras, homilies and meditation on the final seven utterances of Christ at Calvary, which end at 3:00 in the afternoon, traditionally believed to have been the hour of Christ’s death.
Tanggal, a dramatization in song and verse of Christ’s body being taken down from the cross, used to follow the Las Siete Palabras. The last staging of tanggal was held in 1979.
Taking centerstage in the Good Friday procession is the Santo Entierro. It has become a tradition for the faithful to pluck out all the flowers decked in the caro as soon as it enters the church after the procession. Some claim miraculous attributes to the flowers.
At the procession, the estabats sing mournful hymns and dirges in reflection of the pain and anguish suffered by the Mater Dolorosa over the death of her son.
Sabado de Gloria is highlighted by the evening Mass with the blessing of the fire and water as well as the renewal of the baptismal vows.
Domingo de Pascua – Easter Sunday – marks the climax of the Holy Week celebrations in more ways than spiritual, folk art, aesthetics, socials melding into it.

Pusu-puso
Before 6:00 in the morning, the faithful gather at the churchyard for the Salubong, the first meeting between the Risen Christ and the Blessed Mother.
Under a pusu-puso, a veiled image of the Virgin Mary faces – behind a curtain – the image of the Risen Christ. The ­pusu-puso opens gradually, raining in petals and confetti on the images. At its final opening, comes out a young girl dressed as an angel in a kalo, an improvised swing, singing ‘Regina Laetare, Alleluia’ as she is lowered down to take the veil off the Blessed Mother. At this, the curtain parts, the brass band plays and the faithful applaud to mark the start of the procession.
At the head of the procession are the ciriales, bearer of the ceremonial cross and candles in the person of three ladies in their fineries with their escorts in barong. They are followed by the banderada, the bearer of the Vatican flag.
Sometime in the ‘80s, mini-sagalas were introduced. These are little girls dressed as angels to accompany the incensario, the bearer of the incenser and the incense boat, and the angel who took the veil off the Blessed Mother.
Next come the estabats, singing glorious hymns and raining petals on the Atlung Maria at designated stops along the processional route.
The Atlung Maria symbolize the Virgin Mother, Mary Magdalene and Mary Cleofas. By tradition, the center – the spot of the Virgin – is reserved for the most beautiful of the three sagalas. It is therefore a most coveted spot. Sagalas for the Atlung Maria are exclusive to ladies born and bred in Sto. Tomas or those whose ancestry can be traced to the town. In the social milieu, no lady from Sto. Tomas is truly beautiful unless she has been one of the Atlung Maria.
With the Atlung Maria is the Ciru Pascual, the bearer of the Paschal Candle, always a local bachelor or one whose bloodline comes from the town.
The images of the Risen Christ and the Blessed Mother bring the rear of the procession which ends with a High Mass.

Blasting Judas
After the Mass, the faithful congregate anew at the churchyard for the burning – exploding is more apt here – of an effigy of Judas Iscariot.
Atop a scaffolding, Judas is ignited by pyrotechnic ravens and then twists, turns upside down, rotates and starts exploding from the legs up the arms, the body and lastly, the head with the loudest bang.
Lost in some vengeful glee among the faithful is the meaning behind the burning of Judas: That spiritually renewed with the fire and water of Sabado de Gloria, restored in grace with the Risen Christ, the faithful should cast away all vestiges of sin, of spiritual shortcomings with Judas and burn them away. This is no less a form of a holocaust offered to God. The very essence of the celebration of the Holy Week.
Mayhaps, it is with that thought that in 2010, the Judas effigy made way for an unnamed human form marked with the seven deadly sins. Still complete with the blasting though. In the following years, the human form was totally discarded in favour of a papier-mache globe likewise marked with the seven deadly sins, which blasting symbolize the liberation from worldly sins and the salvation of mankind. Indeed, a more apt metaphor obtaining there than in the seeming scapegoating with the Judas effigy.

Sabuaga
In 2010 too, the loud bang of the seven deadly sins ceased to be the closing act of the annual Holy Week celebrations in Sto. Tomas. To the old rites was added the Sabuaga Festival.  
Sabuaga comes from the combination of sabuag (scatter) and sampaga (flowers) – the sagalas’ showering of petals on the image of the Virgin Mary in “veneration of her keeping the faith and oneness with her Son in His sufferings, thus her rewards in His joyful resurrection.”
Petals and confetti literally rain on the processional route around Poblacion, starting 2 p.m. of Easter Sunday as revelers join groups coming from the town’s seven barangays in street dancing.
At the town plaza where the revelry culminates, the groups in their most exotic costumes reflective of the product of the barangays they represent will each do its own interpretative dance presentation, on the theme sabuag sampaga, naturally. Judges coming from the arts, culture and tourism sector will proclaim the winners.
A trade and industry component to the festival is provided by the town’s one-barangay-one-product exhibit around the town plaza, with each barangay displaying its produce, notably the pottery and ceramics of Sto. Niño, and the caskets of San Vicente.
Sto. Tomas is known as the casket capital of Central Luzon, if not of the whole country, having at one time supplied funeral parlors throughout the whole archipelago and even nearby Asian countries.
In effect, Sabuaga serves as a one-stop showcase of the spirituality, culture, and industry of the people of Sto. Tomas.  
Sabuaga serves too as a fitting climax to the Holy Week celebration in Pampanga, being the last major event of the season.