And the unborn is spilled out, its white thrown into a gooey amalgam of powdered burnt shells and corals, the fetus-to-be whipped up into a potage of custard that faintly echoes through the centuries the Church’s unflinching stand against family planning and women’s reproductive rights. So how do we make sense of that cackle, “Itanim sa Senado?” One, it calls for a lot of quicklime or apog. Two, an undertaker ought to be called for such an undertaking. Three, all it takes is 60 days for bok choi, pak choi or hakusai—Brassica rapa-- to grow from seed and go to seed. This crap, oops, we mean crop needs a lot of manure.
Nakakabahala ang ganyang pananaw na mas matimbang ang pagpapahalaga sa balat ng saging—oops, baka madulas kayo kapag makayapak nito—kaysa matamis na lamukot ng saging. We’re chewing on peelings, throwing away the luscious and nutritious pulp-meat that ought to be eaten, yeah, we’ve gone bananas!