Because I think he’s an ass

The toughest thing about writing a blind item about local celebs is that I have no effin’ clue who the hell they are anymore. They’re not the greats nor are they the classics. They’re not even has-beens. They’re just there to fill in time before the next Nora Aunor comes out of the woodwork. Until then, I’m going to have to get used to reading about the stupid things that they do and say about the people they work with and the industry that they’re in.

There are those that are known for having really bad BO (all that money and you can’t afford a shower? Here, I’ll hose you down), to those having relations outside of an already existing relationship thus this TV host/actor has gotten HIV (the press release was ‘allergies’ .. sure, allergies do that to your crotch area).

But there’s this one particular ass that I’m out to get. And he’s a slippery one because you has a good command of the English vocab. But the bigger they are, the harder they fall, right? No pun intended.

I just want to say that apparently, Mo has taken his closet-outing campaign to the television. No big thang. So this week he was after Victor Basa. I guess we can think Victor is gay because in a word he is HAWTTT. I present to you Evidence A.

And B.

And C. (I could do this the whole day.)

And he actually might be. We’ll never know until we see him (or have hard evidence) penetrating another man. Until then, kissing and groping might be all chalked up to experimentation.

Anyways, that wasn’t my point.

DJ Mo said that he saw Victor Basa at Bed in Malate. So .. how did Mo know that Victor was in there unless he was there too. Ah. You implicate yourself Mo Hobbit. And then he also told others that he saw Victor again at another gay bar, this time at the Government. Victor’s alibi? They had a fashion event. Not far-fetched, right? This time, the cameras were turned to DJ Mo as to how come he knew VB was there. He said he was there for segment footages. But he told another reporter a different story. He was there to apply as a DJ. Well? Which one is it then? Huh? Tsk tsk. People in glass houses ..

And just for comparison sake ..

And I quote:

“Ako, duwag ako, e, para to play my game, I can’t do it. I’ll not do it.”

[Me? I'm a yellow-bellied, lilly-livered chicken to play a game that I use to embarrass people and my intellect (or lack thereof). I'm a coward. A self-confessed coward who puts his dick into everyone else's business.]

Please, dear God, let this be the last one.

Mo Twister answers to his own 40 Questions. This is rumored to be the last one he is doing. I have no idea if it actually is.

And I don’t care. Did you hear that? I don’t care. I don’t give a damn if he just fell off the face of the earth. And frankly, it’ll be good riddance to bad rubbish. I know that he has his own brash way of telling it like it is and all that crap, but everyone else is doing the same thing. Except Mohan Gumatay does it in perfect English. He is a twat. Not because he has his own opinions, but because this kind of behavior is already rampant in my life. I don’t need another know-it-all giving The Dad ideas that it’s fine to run over someone with your sarcasm as long as it’s delivered eloquently. Forget common decency. Forget being nice and showing courtesy to fellow human beings. Right? He is proliferating asshole-like behavior all over the city. And so fucking early in the morning. As long as you speak your mind, all is well, right? I smell BULLSHIT.

To everyone who idolizes this, for lack of a better word, moron, let me tell you something. Mo can only say these things because he is in the industry. An industry that thrives in face value and fake friendships. THAT industry deserves to be blown to bits by our wit but only because we know that it is lurid, ugly people dressed in designer and nudity passed off for “art.” That is Mo’s world. Not yours. You may be fed this showbiz bullshit everyday, but it doesn’t mean that you have to eat it. And even when you do, I pray to God that you can tell the difference when to apply Mo’s I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-you logic and when to curb that tongue and be civil. There is no shame in saying “No.” No to Mo.