There Was Once A Man Named Manny Pacquiao

Ah, I remember Pacquiao during his prime. He was not only just another champion boxer but to the Filipinos he was the unifying factor of the nation, ah, the good ol’ heydays, crime rates go down significantly whenever he had a fight (in some places it even goes down to zero).  Small restobars to large hotels and other business (legit or political in nature) got good dough from Pay-Per-View. Endorsements go left and right which was awesome for large scale industries. Pacquiao could sway a multitude; heck he could sway the Devil himself if he wanted to. Plus, almost every guy on the street became an instant professional sports analyst whenever a Pacquiao fight was near. Remember those days? Ah , they were never better. You know, never have I seen such a man that was revered by an entire nation like some sort of a god I almost sort of wonder why he’s not in one of our bills yet. And yeah, can anyone tell me why, why haven’t we still carved a monument of him out of bronze and placed him next to Rizal in Luneta or sumshit?

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I want this particular image of him be immortalized in bronze. It captures the true emotion for triumph.

So ….

Fuck you Marquez (but we know it ain’t your fault. You just did what you had to do, but still no one does that to our champion so fuck you still)

Fuck you Krista Ranillo for distracting our National Fist at one point

Fuck you  guys who hang around Manny’s place a lot just to dick around and play darts who are not even apart of his training team

Fuck you Lito Camo, it’s about time somebody tells you your songs suck dick

Fuck you Senators who always try to rub elbows with our Hero on camera

Fuck you Ariza for not sticking around our main man. You made a terrible choice leaving him.               

Fuck you Mayweather you’re the lousiest piece of shit in the history of pieces of shit

Fuck you Justin Beiber for being Mayweather’s bitch and for being, well, Justin Beiber.

And most of all, Fuck you fucking reader, yeah you, for abandoning the one who gave you your “National Pride” at the very moment when it’s not so great to be Manny Pacquiao.

And by the way, I think the song Para Sa’yo Ang Laban Na ‘To should be National Anthem

That’s why I want YOU shameless ingrate to sing that song whole-heartedly as an act of penance for you have sinned not only against your country but against God (remember that Manny prays before and after his fights so that means god was with him too).

Now, Sing with me.

♪♪♪~Parasayu anlaban natu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♪♪♪

I’m not hearing ya…

♪♪♪~Parasayu anlaban natuuuu~~~~~♪♪♪

I’m still not hearin yea, Louder!

♪♪♪~DI ako susuko, isigaw ko sa mundo~~~♪♪♪

GAWDFUCKDAMMIT SING!!SING LIKE YOU MEAN IT!

♪♪♪~Parasayu Bayan koooooooooooooooo~~~♪♪♪

Alright… that’s better

I still love Manny to death ya know, even when ya’ll motherfuckers forgot of him.