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Philippines .. Love, Tell, Defend and Correct

By Joel Valdez, Philippines Citizen, via Philippines Expat Facebook Group


Love the country. Tell the truth about it. Defend it from enemies. Correct it from within.


That should not be controversial. But apparently, in 2026, basic citizenship now needs a manual. 📌


There are two kinds of stupidity we need to stop tolerating.


First is the blind patriot who acts like the Philippines can do no wrong.


The type who thinks every criticism is “paninira sa bayan.” The type who hears complaints about corruption, bad governance, broken systems, poverty, traffic, weak enforcement, abusive officials, incompetence, and says: “Kung ayaw mo dito, umalis ka.”

Brilliant. Very patriotic. The intellectual equivalent of hiding termites under a carpet and calling it interior design.


Loving the Philippines does not mean pretending the country is perfect. A citizen who points out rot is not automatically a traitor. Sometimes that person is the only one in the room still sober enough to smell the rot.


But the opposite side is just as useless.


There are also people — Pinoy and foreigner alike — who talk like the Philippines is nothing but trash. “This country is hopeless.” “Everything here is stupid.” “Filipinos are like this, Filipinos are like that.” Some expats live here for the lower cost of living, women, domestic convenience, beaches, retirement comfort, business opportunity, or lifestyle upgrade, then spend every day insulting the country like they were kidnapped by PAL and held hostage by adobo.


Let’s be clear: criticism is fair. Contempt is different.


If you live here, earn here, date here, retire here, build a business here, enjoy Filipino hospitality here, or benefit from the country in any way, then at minimum have the decency to criticize like an adult — not like a drunk colonial customer reviewing a one-star hotel.


Same goes for Filipinos who say the Philippines is pure garbage but still rely on Filipino family networks, Filipino workers, Filipino kindness, Filipino humor, Filipino resilience, and Filipino community whenever life punches them in the face.


You can hate corruption. You can hate bad policy. You can hate incompetence. You can hate the political circus.


Fine. You should.


But if your entire personality is “this country is trash,” then congratulations: you are not enlightened. You are just lazy with Wi-Fi.


This problem is not unique to the Philippines.

America has the same disease. One side says America is the greatest country on earth and acts like slavery, segregation, foreign policy blunders, and internal injustice were just minor clerical errors. The other side acts like America is uniquely evil while millions of people still risk everything to live, work, study, and raise families there. If a country is so irredeemably horrible, why are so many people trying to get in? Awkward question. Very inconvenient. Usually avoided.


Japan has its own version too. Japan has discipline, beauty, safety, order, craftsmanship, and cultural depth. It also has historical baggage, social pressure, overwork culture, aging population issues, political stagnation, and uncomfortable historical debates. Pretending Japan is perfect is childish. Pretending Japan is worthless is equally stupid.


Every nation has glory and garbage. The adult job is knowing both.


Now to the political cults.

DDS kami. Marcos pa rin. Dilawan. Aquino. Robredo. Whatever banner, whatever color, whatever surname, whatever sainted political family or strongman fantasy people worship this week — enough.


Politicians are not gods. They are not your parents. They are not your saviors. They are public servants with salaries, power, incentives, allies, enemies, donors, ambitions, and usually a very flexible relationship with accountability.


Stop joining political fandoms like this is a teleserye with campaign jingles.


If your politician lies, call it a lie.

If your politician steals, call it theft.

If your politician abuses power, call it abuse.

If your politician does something good, acknowledge it.

If your political enemy does something good, acknowledge that too — yes, I know, very painful, bring water.

If your political idol does something wrong and your first instinct is to defend, excuse, distract, blame the previous administration, blame the media, blame “destabilizers,” blame “oligarchs,” blame “communists,” blame “foreign influence,” or post some recycled propaganda meme from 2016, then you are not a citizen. You are unpaid customer support for a political brand.


The team should not be Duterte.

The team should not be Marcos.

The team should not be Aquino.

The team should not be Robredo.

The team should be the Philippines.


And “Team Philippines” does not mean blind unity. Blind unity is how people get marched into disasters while waving flags.


Real national unity means this:


We defend the country from foreign abuse, exploitation, misinformation, and disrespect.


We defend ordinary Filipinos from corrupt officials, abusive systems, predatory businesses, and political clans who treat public office like inherited property.


We welcome foreigners who respect the country, follow the law, and contribute honestly.


We reject foreigners who treat the Philippines like a cheap playground with brown servants.


We reject Filipinos who sell the country’s dignity for political access, online clout, or a government appointment.


We reject fake patriots who shout “Bayan!” while stealing from the bayan.


We reject fake intellectuals who sneer at the masses while offering nothing but imported talking points and moral posing.


A serious citizen can say:


“The Philippines is beautiful.”

“The Philippines is corrupt.”

“Filipinos are resilient.”

“Filipinos tolerate too much abuse.”

“Our culture is rich.”

“Our systems are broken.”

“Our people deserve better.”

“Our country is still worth defending.”

All of those can be true at the same time. That is called reality. Try it sometime. It is refreshing. Slightly painful, but refreshing.


So yes:


Love the country.

Not blindly. Not stupidly. Not like a cult member.


Tell the truth about it.

Because lies do not build nations. They build propaganda museums.


Defend it from enemies.

Foreign or local. Armed or corporate. Political or cultural. Loud or well-dressed.


Correct it from within.

Because if citizens will not clean the house, parasites will happily move in and call themselves leaders.


This is for Pinoys.


This is for foreigners living here.


This is for Americans, Japanese, Filipinos, and anyone with enough brain cells to understand that patriotism and honesty are not enemies.


A country does not become better because people worship it.


A country becomes better because people love it enough to stop lying about it.


End.


Comments


David Demars: Well written and spot on...


6h: Reply: Robby Loveboid:


I LOVE this incredibly overwritten long screed. Its 100% spot on - but 90% ineffective in that (imo) few will read it all and they will NOT be the ones who need to read it the most (its called intellectually lazy and biased).


Only the already converted in the choir will get the sermon. Well done but really needs pruning.


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happy trails ppl

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That could of all been said in four lines and a key point missing is if you forgive someone all their mistakes or, even worse, make up excuses for them about their poor behaviour, they don't get better, they get worse. The Philippines will never fulfil its potential if people don't criticise it openly and honestly

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         One of my favorites has been the Filipino disregard for time.  I noticed most who resettle in the USA pick up on the idea of being on time.  I was amused yesterday at a Filipino picnic at a park outside of Downingtown, PA.  I was invited to a Philippines Independence Day celebration in Easton, PA.  The celebration is on 6/28, 16 days after Independence Day.

I just attended a friend's wedding in Mati and it reminded me of how many people here have no concept of manners.  They had an outside buffet with plates/utensils at the head of the table and the food items laid out as you go down the table.  When they announced the buffet was open, I thought I was at kindergarten and they just announced free candy at the table.  Everyone was cramming to get plates/utensils - even forcefully squeezing in-between people to get them.  And once they got their plates, they just made a bee-line straight to whatever dish they wanted instead of patently waiting for the line to gradually move.  It's almost like a "screw you - I'm getting mine" attitude.  I've seen it play out at other places as well (usually eating establishments where you have to order at the counter).

@mati_steve

Yes it’s not a good look is it. One would have thought that the common courtesies of life should transcend cultural practices.

I actually find this rude behaviour quite off putting and I’m not trying to sound ‘prim’ .


Comparable  to the hotel breakfast phenomenon when everyone piles their plates with food as though it’s the last supper..

@mati_steve
Yes it’s not a good look is it. One would have thought that the common courtesies of life should transcend cultural practices.
I actually find this rude behaviour quite off putting and I’m not trying to sound ‘prim’ .
Comparable to the hotel breakfast phenomenon when everyone piles their plates with food as though it’s the last supper.. - @Lotus Eater

Agreed and I noticed that some will pile all sorts of stuff on the same plate rather than having say fruit or cakes first or last and then going back for another plate to get the main meal. As you know Lotus, I made about 3 trips to the breakfast buffet in Jakarta but did not pile my plate up and I did eat everything. I love a good breakfast and a couple of cups of coffee to start the day.


I did actually experience the opposite at the then Belmont Hotel in Lapu lapu when I invited my girlfriends family to celebrate her mothers birthday. About 12 to 14  of us, adults and kids and they actually seemed shy to go up to the buffet and fill their plates and none of them went over the top. They all seemed to be on their best behaviour even when the birthday cake came out.

Buffets


Since I've lived in the land of Buffets Las Vegas for 13 years, maybe I've been to 400 to 500 buffets. It was quite easy when Casinos would send out mailers of buy one get one.  Sam's Town had an insert in Wednesdays newspaper with coupons.


On special occasions I would pay full price at big time buffets which had King Crab Legs and Lobster Tails. I never paid any attention on what other people were piling up on their plates.


As inhabitants and not tourists we knew all the in & outs. One casino had Lechon on Tuesday nights, no wonder, there is 130,000 Filipinos living in Las Vegas, the Casino would go through a dozen pigs on every Tuesday night.


Something we never do was go to the lunch buffets just before they switched to the evening buffet to save money.


Many casinos had specialties night, for example sea food. If you go the next evening the left over sea food would be available.


I've eaten more Prime Rib in a month than the average person has in a lifetime.

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Yes agree regards table manners.


One thinks they spring from the family circle within your tribe social legacy.


That is, meals are mainly your talking / bonding time, and the business of eating food is secondary. Take the family meal. Often eaten with older family members standing / leaning around in a rough circle as the kids gather closer to your one or two food pots.


Everyone talking. Many/most eating hand to mouth and simply walking away and sitting down when they feel full. But all still joined in often animated conversation long after the meal's done.


Thus, in Philippine extended families, eating is all social?


A casual affair, your family bonding, including everyone?


happy trails       

@PalawOne

It's not just table manners but manners in general.  Traffic behavior is probably 100x worse.  Just this week I was in Davao getting my tourist visa extended (along with ACR application).  My GF and I decided to go to a nice Japanese restaurant in the area.  After dinner, we walked along a sidewalk to hail a taxi.  We walked along an entry/exit to a plaza parking lot and a truck came barreling out of the parking lot to exit onto the road.  As he was coming towards us I was thinking "Surely he's going to slow down with us halfway in the walkway", but no he didn't.  Just kept up the same speed and exited without blinking an eye.  He came with a couple of feet of swiping the both of us and would have if we didn't stop.  In the states I would have shouted some profanities, and giving him the middle finger as he passed, but that could constitute being blacklisted here so I kept my composure instead.

`Yes agree regards table manners. One thinks they spring from the family circle within your tribe social legacy.That is, meals are mainly your talking / bonding time, and the business of eating food is secondary. Take the family meal. Often eaten with older family members standing / leaning around in a rough circle as the kids gather closer to your one or two food pots. Everyone talking. Many/most eating hand to mouth and simply walking away and sitting down when they feel full. But all still joined in often animated conversation long after the meal's done. Thus, in Philippine extended families, eating is all social?A casual affair, your family bonding, including everyone?happy trails    - @PalawOne

Years ago when I was married to my lady from Ukraine I remember going over there to visit her parents and relatives and meal times were lengthy affairs that lasted 2 to 3 hours. Everybody would sit down at the table to enjoy a delicious home cooked meal. They kept a few pigs, ducks and chickens and her mum would prepare pork, duck, fish caught from the river, salads and potatoes cooked in the juices of the duck. There would also be various different bottles of local vodka, pop (soda for our North American members) like sprite and coke and slices of freshly cut lemon. They grew vegetables and fruits also so most of the products were very fresh.


Toast were made every 15 to 20 minutes by her father so much vodka was consumed, neat from shot glasses and one simply bit on a slice of lemon after downing the vodka or took a sip of coke or sprite. Dessert followed and I always left with a full stomach. I remember one time my brother in law asked if I could bring over a bottle of Chivas Regal blended scotch and that time they also produced a bottle of champagne with the meal. I have to admit the combination of scotch, vodka and champagne did get me rather drunk. I was fine when it was just the vodka and mealtimes there were a joy.


I remember one time after a similar meal at my ex wifes sisters house and  needing to go for a number 2 about 3 in the morning after having a really bad stomach, probably from too much cake. The toilet was outside and it was pitch dark. I slipped my clothes on, including a warm coat since it was about -16 degrees outside. Well they had a dog chained up outside and all I heard was loud barking and the next thing I remember was being trapped because the dog had circled me several times and wrapped the chain around my legs. Good job people heard the noise and came out to free me quickly otherwise I would have needed to find another pair of boxer shorts and taken a shower.

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