How Manny Villar lied and used the death of his brother Danny
AS I WRECK THIS CHAIR By William M. Esposo (The Philippine Star) Updated March 28, 2010 12:00 AM
“Nakaranas na ba kayong ... mamatayan ng kapatid dahil wala kang pera pangpagamot (Have you experienced losing a brother because you did not have the money to provide him proper medical care)? — Manny Villar asked in his “PANATA (Advocacy)” TV commercial. Villar was referring to his younger brother Danny who passed away on October 1962. In the same commercial, Villar’s 1962 photo with his younger brother was shown.
This portrayal of being poor once upon a time is a fantasy which comes in a series of similar attempts by Villar to create empathy with the nearly 90% of voters who belong to the socio-economic classes D and E. However, this particular attempt to use his late brother Danny to further his political ambition showed that Villar is as capable of lying just like Madame Gloria Macapagal Arroyo (GMA).
Two public documents — the death certificate of Danny B. Villar and the Transfer Certificate of Title (TCT number: 135396/3194) of the 560 square meter property in the upper class San Rafael Village of Navotas where the Villars had lived when Danny died — shattered this ONCE POOR fantasy that Villar has been peddling.
What the San Rafael Village TCT presents:
1. Before 1962, the Villars bought 560 square meters (SQM) of high valued real estate on Bernardo Street in San Rafael Village where the more affluent folks in the Tondo-Navotas area resided.
2. The DEATH CERTIFICATE of the deceased Danny B. Villar established that they were already residing there in 1962.
3. Based on 2009 prices, the P16,000 GSIS (Government Service Insurance System) mortgage mentioned in the TCT — not necessarily the total cost of the two 280 SQM lots — is now the equivalent of P1,140,000.00. Poor people today cannot even borrow P200,000. Those who are familiar with the subdivision say that the cost per SQM in San Rafael Village today would be around P10,000 per SQM or an equivalent of around P5,600,000 for the entire property.
4. Jun Borres, the present owner who is using the 560 SQM property as offices of his firm, Jumbo Fishing, stated that when they bought it in 1987 - it had a one and a half floor house. The ground floor was made of concrete while the upstairs was made of wood. This was typical upper middle class and upper class dwelling in the 1960s.
Implications of the San Rafael Village ownership:
1. Together with established Manny Villar bio information, they could not have been dirt poor to be able to move to San Rafael Village before 1962. His mother was a seafood (shrimp, crab and fish) dealer in Divisoria Market, not a fish vendor as what Villar tries to project. A seafood dealer supplies the vendors. For a family of 11, they ate canned corned beef — which Manny Villar admitted on his earlier TV ad. His father was a government official, said to be a Budget Officer of the then DANR (Department of Agriculture and Natural Resources) under which was the Fisheries Bureau. Manny Villar studied in private schools — the Holy Child Catholic School for elementary and Mapua Institute of Technology for High School. Poor folks send their kids to public schools.
2. Villar’s parents must have had a sizeable combined income to be able to buy the San Rafael Village property. The 560 SQM size demonstrates their financial capacity. If they could, poor people buy lots sized less than 100 SQMs. Villar’s father must also be making a sizeable income from the government to be able to borrow P16,000 from the GSIS. In 1962, senior executives in big corporations made monthly salaries of about P2,000.
What Danny B. Villar’s DEATH CERTIFICATE reveals:
1. It is NOT TRUE that Danny died because they were poor and could not afford proper health care. The stated residence in Danny’s death certificate was the San Rafael Village property.
2. The BIG LIE is further proved by the fact that Danny stayed 13 days at the FEU (Far Eastern University) Hospital where he expired at age 3 years and 8 months. If they were really poor, the PGH (Philippine General Hospital) would have been the affordable hospital to bring Danny. He was definitely given proper health care. FEU Hospital was one of the top hospitals in 1962, before the establishment of the Makati Medical Center and St. Luke’s Hospital.
3. Danny died from CARDIAC and RESPIRATORY FAILURE resulting from COMPLICATIONS OF LEUKEMIA. In 1962, there was no bone marrow transplantation and chemotherapy yet and everyone whether rich or poor died from contracting leukemia.
4. Upon Danny’s death, his remains were turned over to LA FUNERARIA PAZ — then, until now, considered one of the top two mortuaries (Funeraria Nacional, the other). This further disproved Manny Villar’s claim that Danny died because they did not have the money to take care of him.
When Iggy Arroyo was seen as having taken the Jose Pidal rap for his elder brother Mike, many folks felt that it was rather low of Mike Arroyo to place his younger brother at risk. Our culture expects the older brother to protect the younger brother.
In that regard, we can consider Manny Villar as having done worse than Mike Arroyo. At least, Iggy Arroyo was alive and kicking and he could have opted to stay out of the Jose Pidal controversy. But in the case of Manny and Danny Villar, Danny was used to promote a myth when Danny was in no position to agree to his elder brother Manny’s portrayal of his death.
With the propagation of this ONCE POOR fantasy, don’t you think that Manny Villar also desecrated the memory and honor of his parents who strove to be able to provide their children quality education and an upper class domicile?
If Manny Villar can lie and use his dead younger brother like this, what makes you think that he will really improve and not worsen your life? What makes you think that he is not as greedy as he is being charged in this presidential campaign? What makes you think that you can trust Manny Villar?
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Coolness...
For everyone who walks in and out of Manila, work, study, especially live in Manila all experience one thing; the intense heat. Whenever I go out, it’s essential that I have a hanky, as to my previous post I sweat a lot. I can’t tell you if I sweat like a pig or not because I don’t even know if pigs sweat. Regardless of the heat I walk Manila daily and you guessed it right I sweat buckets, so bringing a hanky is a good thing; I bring two and at the end of the day those two are drenched with my own water supply.
One day my girl told me through digital telepathy (text message) that her officemate invites her to Baguio city for the Panagbenga festival and she wanted to go, Panagbenga festival is a month of celebration...flowery celebration at that; first day of February to March 7, 2010. “My goodness imagine the traffic up there for sure” I told myself, and so I agreed to go tentative at the date of the grand parade.
I came across a post on www.multiply.com, a photo if I may add. A certain photo technique of the guy who posted intrigues me and I made a comment of how he did it, my first impression was its done using a projector but it’s not. He’s name is Lino Tabangin a member of the Baguio Photographers Club (BPC), check out his page at www.linotab.multiply.com. Who I happen to befriend as well, he prompted me a message that If I ever go up there he’ll provide me my photography needs, no, not the hardware but the techniques and so I said yes since I’ll be going to Baguio city as well.
Came the day of travel. We booked at Victory Liner in Cubao, Quezon City. For those who’ll ask me the fare its 430.00 pesos/per head going to and back. We came in early at the station for us not to be left behind. Just like in an airplane, seats have numbers and no one will take that away from you. As we we’re standing, waiting in line to board our bus came old people storming to the bus’ doors. Shock and awe for most of the passengers as they stuffed their big ugly bags in our seats and all I said was “Seat Numbers” and the dude with graying hair said sorry, finally they behaved like educated people. Why do some people can’t follow simple instructions? As what the bus conductor said “may seat number ho kayo walang kukuha nyan sa inyo, huwag kayong mag-unahan, salamat po”.
I’ve been at Baguio city twice; I’m excited to go back. The first one was since high school, a family outing. The second was last year of February, when I climbed the second highest mountain in our country dubbed as the Mystical Mountain, Mt. Pulag. You can tell that I’m excited because I only slept 20 minutes before we arrived at Baguio city; it’s a six hour ride. We stayed at Sta. Theresa Inn; if you’re planning to go there I recommend that Inn visit their site www.statheresainn.com. The famous street, Session Road was closed then to give way for the festival. At the time of our arrival 6:00am, almost every establishment there is still closed except for Jollibee and Chowking, we chose Chowking.
Lino picked us up at our Inn at 9:00am, greeted, talked a little, and went to our destination; Igorot Park at Camp John Hay. It’s a gathering for Baguio Photographers Club and we certainly are gate crashers but we’re invited so that changed things and we are welcomed in a warm manner which we liked so much ‘coz we expect us to be wallpapers. It’s a basic portraiture seminar, models are supplied and the models are the attendees, that mean us, everyone present at the said event. My weapon of choice is a film camera and I’m the only one using it, so one of their members handed me a dslr to use because the outcome of our shots will be scrutinized. This is the first time for me to attend a photo seminar. See, I self-studied photography way back using a film slr, trial and error, and it costs me a lot of money since I’m using film, and I’m still using film up to this day.
The man who taught me everything about photography is already with the creator, the late Roger Abaja; he showed me what photography is in less than 30 minutes. He died and I self-studied the craft. It is an honor for me to be invited in such an event ‘coz I’ve never been in one. It was the longest day for me and my girl that particular time, in the sense of we enjoyed things, we made new friends, and even though we’re not a native of Baguio they invited us to join BPC. And all we can say was Thank you.
Insane in the membrane, insane in the membrane, insane in the membrane…I’m a mountaineer, so climbing a mountain is what I enjoy, but up and down session road too many times is a feat. Good food is what were after at that famous road, Oh my Gulay! Owned by the famous artist Kidlat Tahimik a semi-vegetarian restaurant with unique names for their menu, like my favorite Anak ng Putanesca, which is really really hot, spicy hot. It’s located at the fifth floor of La Azotea Bldg., overlooking Burnham Park. If you’ve been in Balaw-Balaw restaurant at Angono, Rizal and you feel like coming back there you’ll find Oh my gulay! The same. We went to Volante’s, for the freshly made delicious pizza, we‘re positioned at the window, overlooking a live band with a guest, Bing, frontman of Juan Pablo Dream click here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3j8ekudEDsk . One things for sure, Volante’s is a sure fire knockout for pizza lovers and we will back for their amazing pizza.
Sunday march 7, 2010. We ate breakfast at Luisa’s a Chinese restaurant along session road, after that we went to the Baguio Public market to buy pasalubongs my mom has strict instructions for me to buy her sagada oranges, I didn’t know they are that big (if you don’t know just Google it.) after that we went to Baguio botanical garden to shoot some sunflowers and other flowers check this out http://superhawk26.multiply.com/photos/album/16/The_Sun. At 4pm we had another another event to be at, a photoshoot held at Baguio Country Club. Since our travel back to manila is 6pm we decided to just stick around and shoot for an hour, we shot photos of kids who joined Pilipinas Got Talent.
It’s not a matter of where you are or what you do to enjoy things; it’s a matter of how you do it. So the day ended and we went back to Manila with a hellish climate.
One day my girl told me through digital telepathy (text message) that her officemate invites her to Baguio city for the Panagbenga festival and she wanted to go, Panagbenga festival is a month of celebration...flowery celebration at that; first day of February to March 7, 2010. “My goodness imagine the traffic up there for sure” I told myself, and so I agreed to go tentative at the date of the grand parade.
I came across a post on www.multiply.com, a photo if I may add. A certain photo technique of the guy who posted intrigues me and I made a comment of how he did it, my first impression was its done using a projector but it’s not. He’s name is Lino Tabangin a member of the Baguio Photographers Club (BPC), check out his page at www.linotab.multiply.com. Who I happen to befriend as well, he prompted me a message that If I ever go up there he’ll provide me my photography needs, no, not the hardware but the techniques and so I said yes since I’ll be going to Baguio city as well.
Came the day of travel. We booked at Victory Liner in Cubao, Quezon City. For those who’ll ask me the fare its 430.00 pesos/per head going to and back. We came in early at the station for us not to be left behind. Just like in an airplane, seats have numbers and no one will take that away from you. As we we’re standing, waiting in line to board our bus came old people storming to the bus’ doors. Shock and awe for most of the passengers as they stuffed their big ugly bags in our seats and all I said was “Seat Numbers” and the dude with graying hair said sorry, finally they behaved like educated people. Why do some people can’t follow simple instructions? As what the bus conductor said “may seat number ho kayo walang kukuha nyan sa inyo, huwag kayong mag-unahan, salamat po”.
I’ve been at Baguio city twice; I’m excited to go back. The first one was since high school, a family outing. The second was last year of February, when I climbed the second highest mountain in our country dubbed as the Mystical Mountain, Mt. Pulag. You can tell that I’m excited because I only slept 20 minutes before we arrived at Baguio city; it’s a six hour ride. We stayed at Sta. Theresa Inn; if you’re planning to go there I recommend that Inn visit their site www.statheresainn.com. The famous street, Session Road was closed then to give way for the festival. At the time of our arrival 6:00am, almost every establishment there is still closed except for Jollibee and Chowking, we chose Chowking.
Lino picked us up at our Inn at 9:00am, greeted, talked a little, and went to our destination; Igorot Park at Camp John Hay. It’s a gathering for Baguio Photographers Club and we certainly are gate crashers but we’re invited so that changed things and we are welcomed in a warm manner which we liked so much ‘coz we expect us to be wallpapers. It’s a basic portraiture seminar, models are supplied and the models are the attendees, that mean us, everyone present at the said event. My weapon of choice is a film camera and I’m the only one using it, so one of their members handed me a dslr to use because the outcome of our shots will be scrutinized. This is the first time for me to attend a photo seminar. See, I self-studied photography way back using a film slr, trial and error, and it costs me a lot of money since I’m using film, and I’m still using film up to this day.
The man who taught me everything about photography is already with the creator, the late Roger Abaja; he showed me what photography is in less than 30 minutes. He died and I self-studied the craft. It is an honor for me to be invited in such an event ‘coz I’ve never been in one. It was the longest day for me and my girl that particular time, in the sense of we enjoyed things, we made new friends, and even though we’re not a native of Baguio they invited us to join BPC. And all we can say was Thank you.
Insane in the membrane, insane in the membrane, insane in the membrane…I’m a mountaineer, so climbing a mountain is what I enjoy, but up and down session road too many times is a feat. Good food is what were after at that famous road, Oh my Gulay! Owned by the famous artist Kidlat Tahimik a semi-vegetarian restaurant with unique names for their menu, like my favorite Anak ng Putanesca, which is really really hot, spicy hot. It’s located at the fifth floor of La Azotea Bldg., overlooking Burnham Park. If you’ve been in Balaw-Balaw restaurant at Angono, Rizal and you feel like coming back there you’ll find Oh my gulay! The same. We went to Volante’s, for the freshly made delicious pizza, we‘re positioned at the window, overlooking a live band with a guest, Bing, frontman of Juan Pablo Dream click here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3j8ekudEDsk . One things for sure, Volante’s is a sure fire knockout for pizza lovers and we will back for their amazing pizza.
Sunday march 7, 2010. We ate breakfast at Luisa’s a Chinese restaurant along session road, after that we went to the Baguio Public market to buy pasalubongs my mom has strict instructions for me to buy her sagada oranges, I didn’t know they are that big (if you don’t know just Google it.) after that we went to Baguio botanical garden to shoot some sunflowers and other flowers check this out http://superhawk26.multiply.com/photos/album/16/The_Sun. At 4pm we had another another event to be at, a photoshoot held at Baguio Country Club. Since our travel back to manila is 6pm we decided to just stick around and shoot for an hour, we shot photos of kids who joined Pilipinas Got Talent.
It’s not a matter of where you are or what you do to enjoy things; it’s a matter of how you do it. So the day ended and we went back to Manila with a hellish climate.
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