eastwind journals19 Oct 2014 10:36 pm

10 brands of neonicotinoid in use since 1990s / PCA still using neonics in Batangas

Used extensively nationwide for years with effects not known.
In spite of its announcement to stop use
In defiance of Pangilinan or with his consent?
In spite of decreased infestation nullifying EO 169


If Noynoy plans to do nothing about this urgent problem, we are asking the Senators to conduct an inquiry, and for NGOs and farmers to charge PCA, the FPA, Pangilinan, and Mitsui Chemicals in the Supreme Court for endangering the environment and the lives of Filipinos, and for inducing a possible mega-disaster.


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By Bernie V. Lopez


Permission is granted to re-publish.
Disclaimer – the views in this article are those of the author alone.


Used extensively nationwide for years with effects not known.


The deadly chemical neonicotinoid, which has recently caused a furor due to its use to eradicate an insect infestation of coconut trees, has actually been extensively used nationwide since the 1990s, mainly for rice, mangoes, eggplants and other fruits and vegetables, under ten brand names. Farmers and consumers are not aware that 1) this chemical is 10,000 times more deadly than the banned DDT, 2) it is banned in the US and EU in spite of licenses questionably issued by our Fertilizer and Pesticide Authority (FPA), and 3) it can irreversibly poison our water table and watersheds.
The chemical is so potent that one has to be a licensed handler. It can easily be absorbed upon skin contact, affects the eyes if sprayed, and lungs if inhaled. Warning to the public, neonicotinoid affects the nervous and immunity systems of insects, and possible also humans in large doses, but marketed as having little or no effects on humans. It is water-soluble and when sprayed, only 5% is retained on leaves, the rest drips to the soil, then spread to potable ground water and river systems. It is not known if accumulated ingestion in small amounts may cause cancer.
The multinationals, who are the ultimate culprits in spreading these deadly toxins in the Third World in spite of being banned in developed countries, include Mitsui and Sumitomo of Japan, Syngenta of Switzerland, and Bayer of Germany. The US Bee Keepers’ Association is suing Bayer and Syngenta for $450 million for ‘colony collapse disorder’ (mass extinction of bees) in one of the biggest class-action suit in American history. There are moves towards a ‘global moratorium’ on neonicotinoid, but no one seems to be able to stop the multinationals.
A Filipino scientist, who requested anonymity, revealed the ten brands as 1) Dinotefuran / Starkle sold by LEADS/Mitsui Chemicals, 2) Oshin, by Biostadt, 3-6) Thiametoxam / Actara, Cruizer, Thiametoxam+Pyrethroid / Alika, and Thiametoxam + Diamide Voliam Flexi, by Syngenta, 7-9) Imidachloprid Confidor, Gaucho, and Imidachloprid + Pyrethroid by Bayer, and 10) Clothianidin by Dantop Sumitomo.
In July 2013, in Elmwood, Ontario, Canada, 37 million bees were discovered massacred by neonicotinoid-laced GMO corn. In the Philippines, texts poured in after the report on PCA – Joel Magsaysay of Ilog Maria, 200 of 800 hives massacred, Lito Misa, unknown number, Bert Peter, 9 hives, Daisy Farm of Isabela, 2 hives. These are tell-tale signs of a looming agricultural disaster. Never mind the bees. How about the rice, fish, fruits and vegetables we eat?
To demonstrate the power of multinationals to influence Philippine jurisprudence with the FPA as their partner, the Supreme Court squashed legal claims by FPA that they have the right to regulate operations of local firms that impinge on the sales of multinationals. Their regulatory powers are limited to banning chemicals, not banning company operations. In FPA vs Mapecon, G.R. 161594, June 18, 2007, the court ruled with finality that FPA regulatory powers do not cover company operations. The practice of powerful multinationals to suppress through the FPA the local sales of Mapecon was based on a milestone invention by its owner, Jun Catan, of a cheap non-toxic organic-based pesticide, which made the multinationals panic that this would dramatically undermine their sales of expensive toxic chemical pesticides. Such multinational malpractices in the Third World have been going on for decades. They know it easy to offer ‘benefits’ to poor bureaucrats.
Someone has to stop this FPA-multinational partnership to poison the food we eat and the fields we plant on. Noynoy or a Senate inquiry should order the ban of the FPA-approved ten brands. Somebody has to file a case with the Supreme Court to stop banned chemicals in Philippine agriculture. eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com


In spite of its announcement to stop use
In defiance of Pangilinan or with his consent?
In spite of decreased infestation nullifying EO 169


It is not known if people under Agricultural Czar Kiko Pangilinan are defying his orders, or if he himself is giving the order. Because of extreme pressures from protests, Pangilinan and Philippine Coconut Authority (PCA) head — Alarcon issued press statements that PCA would stop the use of the deadly neonicotinoid under the brand name Starkle and resort to the use of harmless organics. There was no longer any emergency requiring the use of toxic chemicals because typhoon Glenda had dissipated the infestation.
Under RA 6969, the use of Starkle is illegal because it does not have a permit for use from the Environment Management Bureau, in spite of its FPA questionable license.
Suddenly, their USEC issued contradictory statements that they will continue to use Starkle in 12 towns in Batangas because they were not affected by typhoon Glenda and infestation was still heavy. The selection of the 12 towns as still having heavy infestation was in fact blatantly arbitrary because PCA did not present survey data to prove their claim. In fact, a survey in such a short time until the decision on the 12 towns was impossible to do.


The fact that there is no more strong infestation, the emergency use of toxic chemicals as justified in EO 169 is nullified.


The real reason posed by protestors was that the money had already been released and the chemical purchased. If contractors do not submit a liquidation report that they had indeed used the chemicals, they cannot be given a new batch. There would be a loss of ‘commissions’ on unused chemicals. PCA in fact fears holding on to tons of toxic chemicals they can no longer use. There is thus pressure to use them in spite of the chemicals deadly effects on health and environment. P37 million was released to PCA in June 2014 to be used for Starkle. Now that the word is out in the media, and farmers are aware of the bad effects of the chemical, no one will dare agree to have their trees injected with Starkle.
Unscrupulous elements within PCA will therefore find ways to dispose of the chemicals by hook or by crook. Farmers in Laguna report they were offered cash if only they would agree to use the chemicals. There are also reports that they have persuaded some mayors in Laguna and Batangas to agree to the proliferation of the toxic chemicals.
Before protests erupted, PCA planned to use the neonicotinoid-based Starkle on a massive scale, a first ever-to-be in human history, targeting a mind-boggling 2.4 million coconut trees, whose long term effects are not known. Toxicologists claim that at this scale, it has the capability to disrupt irreversibly in the long-term the entire ecological food chain, undermine food security, and induce regional famines. Also, when the global buyers of our coconut oil finds out, our multi-billion dollar export trade will vanish in the blink of an eye. eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com


(Sources – http://www.sisterraquel.com/2014/07/bibliography).


9 out of 10 APPs for smart phone flashlight facility are malware
That will get data on your credit card, where you are, etc.


let me sing to You until I am nothing but a song
let me speak of You until I am nothing but Your Word
let me talk to You until I am nothing but a prayer
let me bear Your tidings until I am nothing but Your Light
be the Mirror
that we may see ourselves in You
and You in ourselves
be the Window
that we may look beyond ourselves
and see the beauty in others
be the Music
that we will hear in times of darkness
that will soothe our souls
be the Wind
on our sails as we head for home
into the warmth of Your embrace
be the Fire
that moves our spirits
and kindles our energy to work for You
what makes water gold is the sun
water by itself is clear and colorless
the water is your soul
the sun is the Light of the Lord in you




For healing, go to www.sisterraquel.com
eastwind journals17 Oct 2014 12:11 am

steve jobs, the love entrepreneur – the teenage tycoon

2.THE TEENAGE TYCOON an anecdote
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By Bernie Lopez
1. Steve Jobs, the Love Entrepreneur
please not fleece your clients
steve jobs

Steve Jobs, founder of Apple Inc., is one of the most celebrated and successful entrepreneurs of today, out-shining even the legendary Bill Gates of Microsoft. When he died, the Internet was flooded with his elegy. His success is attributed to a dramatic paradigm shift in the business world. The traditional business tenet says profit is the god of business. Steve fought against that tenet, saying the customer is the ultimate god of business, prior to even profit. He simply said love your customer and everything falls into place. Go for the heart and the pocket will follow.

When he embraced this new paradigm, surrounded by traditionalists in the corporate board, he was thrown out of Apple, the very corporation he founded. The board was looking at the dire financial landscape, whereas Steve was looking at the needs of the customers. He would risk everything for the customer, where the traditionalists feared to tread. After 20 years, after the traditionalists failed in making Apple grow, he was rehired, only to launch one of the most powerful communication innovation of the century, the Ipod, which triggered a windfall that catapulted Apple to the heavens.
There are spiritual lessons we can find in our concern for daily bread in the world of enterprise which is essentially a vicious amoral Machiavellian jungle of corporations. In this sense, Steve becomes our model in the discussion of daily bread in the corporate world. eastwin
2. The Teenage Tycoon, an Anecdote
bread is food for the body
sharing bread is food for the soul

At the age of 19, Paul inherited the vast empire of his father Felix. When Felix reached Stage 4 cancer of the liver, he told the large 30-member board of his holding company Galactica Enterprise that he was bequeathing the helm to his teenage son. This was amid violent objections, because how could an inexperienced teenage boy from the prestigious Weston School of Economics in London, ran a vast complex holding company with seven subsidiaries? Felix got his way. At the first board meeting, Paul smiled, cool as a cucumber, amid a hostile board.

PAUL. (With unflinching authority). Meeting come to order please. (The whispers die down into a deadly silence).

RICHARD (EVP who coveted Paul’s position). Aren’t you too young to pilot this large tanker?

PAUL. Jesus said to His mother, “Am I not about my father’s business?” I spent 2 months reading 3,500 inter-department memos. I have read 35 financial statements in the last 5 years of 7 subsidiaries. I have tried to absorb in 8 weeks what my father built in 40 years.

RICHARD. (With polite irreverence.) Not enough, Paul, even with your Weston credentials.

PAUL. I humbly admit my qualifications come from my genes rather than my experience. My wisdom is still theoretical not experiential, but not for long. You just have to live with that for now, Richard. Who are the Weston people here? (6 raise up their hands, including Richard) True, my Weston badge is nothing. I learned little from Weston. Weston lives in the past and is obsolete in our rapidly evolving corporate world. (There is a muffled stir.) Weston preached strategies for growth economy but not for the emerging decline economy. They were caught flat footed. Weston is not pro-active enough, unable to adapt to rapidly evolving global economics. Thank you, Richard, nice try.

ABE (an old guard, VP for Finance, best friend of Felix.) I vehemently agree.

CORA (VP for Operations, middle-aged but still attractive). So what do you preach, Paul?

PAUL. Hello, Cora. I’m glad you are one of the 5 female board members. This male-dominated board needs you guys to balance our strategies. Women are refreshing in a macho board like ours. They say women are better in crisis management than men. I agree. I am forming a core group and you will be the crisis management expert. Now, what do I preach? Weston preaches profit as the corporate god. Steve Jobs preaches the new corporate paradigm – love your clients, not their pockets. He said, “Please not fleece your clients”. He is the pioneer in shifting from corporate greed to corporate love. (There is a muffled stir.) I know, ‘corporate’ and ‘love’ are a contradiction to many, but not to Steve or me. Weston lives in the past. Steve preaches benevolent enterprise. What’s the first in our agenda, Nicole?

NICOLE (VP for Corporate Affairs, youngest board member, extremely attractive and an aggressive go getter) Sir, first in the agenda is the merger …

PAUL. Paul …

NICOLE. Sorry. Paul, the merger of Galactica with Eastwood was something your dad violently opposed. But now that he is gone, the pro-mergers are resurrecting. Charlie, can you expound on this, please.

CHARLIE (an old guard in the board). In a few words, there is strength in unity. The merger means growth for Galactica. We need Eastwood’s expertise to widen our product base.

NICOLE. Felix did not want a merger to protect his legacy as the founder and builder.

PAUL. What do you say, Abe?

ABE. The issue for him was not growth or profit but legacy. He has the right as founder, moral not legal, to keep Galactica pure. The Weston boys want a merger for growth, what can I say?

CORA. Galactica without a merger will be less rich but stronger.

RICHARD. The merger will make us the largest conglomerate in the East Coast.

PAUL. Let’s not over-debate. Let’s have a vote.

The vote, the second, was the same as the first, overwhelmingly no to the merger. Paul knew this all along.

PAUL. Thank you for respecting my dad’s wishes. Next in the agenda please, Nicole.

NICOLE. Sir, I mean Paul, the core group.

PAUL. Oh yes, I am forming a core group called Hydra, the seven-headed monster. It will be my alter-ego. It will be the venue for me to rapidly shift from theoretical to experiential wisdom. Hydra will have the power to decide and report to the board. The members I have selected are, one, Cora, crisis management expert, two, Nicole, secretariat and research. Three and four are Richard and Abe to get a balance between divergence and convergence. You know what I mean. I need three more to form the seven-headed monster. This will be announced after the poker party this Sunday.

RICHARD. Poker party?

PAUL. I am hosting dinner this Sunday at my house. The entire board is obliged to attend. Nicole, I want red meat, red lobsters, red wine.

NICOLE. Red napkins?

PAUL. Yes, of course. How many play poker? (Hands are raised, Paul counts) Wow, 20, more than half. The best poker players in this group, according to my dad, includes Richard, Abe, and of all people, Francesca.

There is a resounding applause. Francesca, diminutive VP for Public Affairs rises and bows.

CORA. Why poker, Paul?

PAUL. For me and my dad, a good manager is measured by his poker skills, ability to qualitatively size up a situation instantly, ability to balance risks versus safety, knowledge of probabilities, body language of opponents, the furtive eyes, the smiles and frowns, the bluff. It is a combination of qualitative and quantitative analysis to be done in a few seconds. Nicole, please have 4 5-seat poker tables. I’m giving each of the 20 players $3,000 poker money. That’s a total of $60,000. Winner doesn’t take all. He keeps $30,000, gives $20,000 to the second best player, and $10,000 to the third best. (There is an uproar.) Abe, please take care of the chips and the cards. There will be a poker party every quarter. Unless there is an objection, meeting is adjourned.

Never was there such an uproar in board meeting during the days of Felix. Paul triggered an eruption that catapulted Galactica to the high heavens. At the first poker party, Abe got first place, Paul second, and Francesca third. Paul donated his winnings for the next poker dinner. Richard volunteered to host the second poker dinner, which he won against Francesca. Paul used poker parties to achieve corporate cohesion. Galactica earned millions at an investment of a miserly $60,000 poker money and $10,000 catering cost per quarter. Eventually, the entire board was playing poker, and Paul started poker parties for middle managers. eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com


we lose our health to make our wealth
we lose our wealth to regain our health
we live as if we will never die
we die as if we never lived
we are so busy with daily tasks
yet we are so bored in being so busy
we look for meaning in meaningless things
and overlook things fraught with meaning
we have no time for others
yet we waste our time in absurd undertakings
we fulfill earthly tasks yet are spiritually wanting
we embrace absurdity and abandon meaning


the Lord works in mysterious ways
to lead us out of our darkness and despair
He uses people around us who mirror His light
He distracts us from our pains to show us a flower
symbol of impermanence and permanence
impermanence because it will wilt in a few days
permanence because it has seeds for rebirth
much like our lives


eastwind journals14 Oct 2014 07:48 pm

Bibliography – ISIS as a CIA-Mossad-MI5 creation

BIBLIOGRAPHY for Inquirer Article
ISIS as a CIA-Mossad-MI5 Creation


Netanyahu says ISIS is good for Israel.


Wikileaks on initial funding of ISIS.


Origins of ISIS / US an Israeli Puppet
http://henrymakow.com/2014/09/Israel-Missing-from-ISIS-Fight%20.html /
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article34641.htm /
eastwind journals10 Oct 2014 07:25 pm

Filipinos in Japan – 3 true stories – a tribute to OFWs

Three True Stories
This is a tribute to the millions of Overseas Filipino Workers (OFWs) across the planet Earth. May your breed proliferate and encompass the globe. More power to you all. There are thousands of untold stories out there. If you have stories to tell, please email them to me for publication, privacy protected. Please pass this to all of your OFW friends.
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By Bernie Lopez
As a journalist, I sometimes suddenly stumble into strange worlds which are mind-boggling or heart-rending. Such was my trip to Japan, my very first and only (as of this writing), – ten days, that was all – fraught with spiritual insights about, not the Japanese, but the Filipino.


Let me first tell you about my Japanese friends who hosted me. There was Atty. Kenshi Nishida, a human rights lawyer who filed court cases against rich Japanese businessmen who abandoned their pregnant Japayuki mistresses, eventually returning home to the Philippines without support for their nissei children (first generation of Japanese father and foreign mother). Kenshi’s style was simple but effective. He would write a terse letter to the father, saying that if he fails to support his child in the Philippines, he would be sued black and blue, which the wife would eventually know about. It would be the greatest shame in Japanese society. Kenshi always won without filing a single case in court. The father, in utter fear, would bow in humility to atone for his sin. Kenshi was a hero who rescued hundreds of Japayukis from poverty. God bless your wonderful soul, Kenshi.


Kenshi was quite a character. As a young man, he was the first Japanese to cross the Andes from Peru in the west to the might Amazon River of Brazil in the east. It took him two long years. That dwarfs my eastwind travels hitchhiking across Europe and North Africa for 3 years. He talked about immersions in ancient Andean tribes insulated from the world. I was extremely envious.


Then there was Dojin Okada, even more of a character. He was the famous producer of the television documentary exposing the Minamata Disease. We co-produced a documentary about the 30-odd stragglers (largest in the annals of World War II) who roamed the forests of Mt. Kitanglad in Bukidnon, becoming cannibals who ate 85-odd Higaonon tribesmen for two long years before surrendering in 1947.  That made him even more famous.


The Prince and the Prostitute


In our first true story, Kenshi-san, Dojin-san and I drove by car to Yamagata in order to take a sulphur bath in a hot spring, and to interview a few Japayukis whom Kenshi knew. I was computing our expressway toll in pesos for the 3 to 4-hour trip, about P8,000 one way.


And so I met Lisa. She lived in a container van where doors and windows were cut out of the metal walls. This was a squatter home, Japanese style. It was so crowded, I had a hard time conducting the interview. She was breastfeeding a 4-month old baby during the interview. Lisa, as a Japayuki in Tokyo, met a young handsome Japanese guy who visited her at the club every day, and showered her with expensive gifts. For Lisa, he was the rich prince charming. They quickly fell in love and got married, only for Lisa to discover later that her wealthy paramour was really just a construction worker. The guy was later laid off his work, and they moved to Yamagata. Lisa worked again in a club, supporting her husband. She would breast feed during the day and work in the club at night. It was a sad story – the ambition to find wealth quickly through a prince charming who was charming but not a prince.


The Farmer and the Queen


This is our second true story. I met Rose because I was the courier for a friend in Manila to bring her an expensive diamond ring. Rose married a rich Japanese plantation owner. She was well educated and had been an executive secretary back in Manila. The worlds of a farmer and a professional were poles apart, but Rose tried hard to bridge the gap. She was strong and could take anything. The farmer loved her fanatically and pampered her as his queen. They had a sprawling farm home. He gave her her own sports car of her choosing. But he had a terrible fear that Rose would leave her, so he insulated her from the world. He forbade her from seeing any Filipino. She used her sports car only to bring their daughter to school every day. Her social life was zero.


When I met Lisa, she was in a terrible state of depression and loneliness. She did not tell her husband she would meet me, but the ring was important to her. She blurted out her sad story in a small crowded café, as I listened in utter silence and shock.


I told Lisa it was unfair that she would live in utter wealth and misery all at once. I gave her a few names from the Filipino community that Kenshi gave me. They were mostly chamber maids and house help mixed with a few Japayukis, whom she could secretly meet. Lisa was in tears. She told me I was sent by heaven, an answer to her constant prayers. She held my hand hard before we parted. After a month, I found out later from Kenshi in Manila that she was doing very well, secretly seeing these Filipino women, and was very happy. She became a dear friend of the group, and even rescued a few financially. They looked up to her as a leader. She initiated a movement to rescue Filipinos in distress. It was her way of giving back to the group that rescued her.


Adapting to the Japanese Culture


This true story was told to me by a Japayuki inside a crowded smoke-filled night club in Tokyo. Kenshi wanted me to meet and talk to a few of them. I was a bit uncomfortable because we had to ‘table’ the two girls who were at work. Interview in a noisy night club was not exactly easy. I asked one girl to give me a nice true story from her five years as a veteran hostess.


She told me about Jennifer, an Ilongga, a very dominant girl who had her rich timid husband under her thumbs. In Japanese macho culture, a woman in charge is extremely anathema, a total shame for a man. But that was the way it was. Jennifer and her husband agreed that when his mother was visiting, they would pretend he was in charge, to save him from shame in the family. Jennifer gladly agreed.


And so, when her mother-in-law came, the husband would boss her around, tell her to cook, prepare beddings, and so on. It was not hard for Jennifer to play the role of the submissive Filipino geisha. As soon as the mother-in-law left, things were back to normal.


In traditional culture, the Japanese frowned on marriage to foreigners. The mother-in-law, in spite of Jennifer’s kindness, shouted and insulted her every time she visited. For an Ilongga, this was nothing. This was one golden trait of Filipinos in Japan, patience, humility, and giving kindness in return for cruelty. She had a hard time suppressing her smile whenever she would get a barrage of insults, and get lessons on how to be a proper wife to her son.


One day, the mother-in-law contracted cancer of the uterus. The couple moved her to their home, as she did not have a nurse. Jennifer ended up taking care of her. She did not complain. She relished doing it out of love for her husband. In the beginning, the mother-in-law kept insulting her, but when she felt Jennifer’s warmth as a comfort for her pain, she apologized to Jennifer in tears. Jennifer embraced her and from then on they became the best of friends. They would spend long hours talking. Love conquers all. Jennifer had a hard time pretending to be the submissive wife every day. The husband would wink at her. That was good enough for Jennifer. Finally, after two years in the care of Jennifer, she died. For Jennifer, to turn cruelty to goodwill was not a monumental feat. It was as easy as pie, done out of love.




Kenshi bought me a Eurail kind of train ticket good for ten days. I could ride to anywhere. In Kyoto, I stayed at a five-star hotel compliments of Dojin’s boss at TVS, the television network. I had a luscious dinner where Kobe beef was cooked in front of me. I felt guilty because the dinner cost about 20,000 yen.


I will never forget Narra, the ancient capital which had 8th-century temples when our oldest were 16th-century churches. Instead of taking the bus, I rented a bike, got a map and toured the entire small city the whole day. My eastwind caper in Europe flashed in my mind. This was a brief extension. I was totally mesmerized by an inner walled area where ancient temples were concentrated. I could feel the spirits of the Bushi warriors. I did not know they closed the gates at 5pm. I kept walking in circles looking for an open gate for half an hour, until an old lady, laughing at my predicament, rescued me. I bought a small bottle of sake at a village store, leisurely biking in the twilight. Drunk on the train going back to Kyoto, I thought how lucky I was in my serendipity, not so much seeing beautiful places, but meeting beautiful people.




Excerpts from the book
Wings and Wanderlust – The Art of Discovering Yourself
A 3-year protracted adventure in Europe


serendipity is discovering people who are invisible
and places which are nowhere
serendipity is listening to the universe
and the souls that whiz through time tunnels
serendipity is when a butterfly alights on your shoulder
when you are not looking
serendipity is sudden friends and sudden places
discovered in stony paths and dark woods
you must jar your ordered life if you are to really live
order is a form of disorder if it enslaves the spirit
disorder dares you to improvise by reflex
disorder brings order and harmony to your sedentary life
so ride the wind, make haste before it is too late
rock the boat, make waves, taste peril to taste life
discover your limitless self
by discovering people and places


during the bataan death march
those who survived were concerned
with putting one foot in front of the other
those who did not were concerned
with the endless road up ahead


standing at the edge of the cliff
I saw at a distance
the panorama of the vast verdant valley
but a foot away I glanced at
the dark abyss, the deep chasm
that separated me from that vision
we need wings to discover new dreams
when old dreams grow stale
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