(This post is just plain sarcasm on my part)
A day after the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight the president despite fears of taking the blame for the loss declared May 4, 2015 as a National Day of Mourning.
Many were heartbroken because they lost their bets on the fight. As well as their so called National Pride (aka #PinoyFried) over the loss of the so called Pambansang Kamao (National Fist) over to a black person called Mayweather.
Mommy D. will lead the mourning to commemorate the death of the so called Pride. For those who feel really lost they can just throw themselves at the funeral pyres that will be made during the finals and glory days of another event called UAAP.
There was also news that the fight was not judged properly because that at time the Pride of the Philippines have a shoulder injury.
Soon the Catholic Bishops Conference of the Philippines, just to sound nice, will be issuing a meaningless oratio imperata for the sake of butthurt Philippines.
My reaction: I don't give a fuck but I am so fucking happy.
We know that its all been decided by the people behind boxing. It's a stage show and both Mayweather and Pacquiao should win an Oscar for all the drama.
More reason for this country called Fliplandia to be nuked and destroyed.