A Take On: Manny Pacquiao on Same-Sex Marriage


I know it’s a bit late to post about this, but it sure is dragging and I’m getting frustrated.

There’s nothing wrong with having your own stand on same-sex marriage, supported by your beliefs or not.

But it is not wise to use what you believe in to remove others of their own; to impose your beliefs on them; to dehumanize them.

Especially as a politician, as you are deciding for the good of all. It is not about religion. It is not about your beliefs. It’s civil marriage in the first place. To get married is a right, regardless of gender, for it is not just about the ceremony, or building a family; it’s for the civil rights that come along with it.

To go into the murky waters of religion and personal beliefs is beyond me. It is not the time to take his beliefs against him, beliefs that are believed by a million others, beliefs which of conviction varies from perspective – no, this is not the time to be a hypocrite and say things against him of the same nature that he had uttered. It also isn’t the time to drag entertainment into politics, or to compare Jose Rizal and Pacquiao, when patriotism, and even more so, literature (the line, “Ang hindi magmahal sa sariling wika ay mas masahol pa sa malansang isda” – or “One who does not love his own language is worse than a stinking fish” is from the poem, “Sa Aking Mga Kabata”, compared to Pacquiao’s remark, “Kung lalaki sa lalaki, babae sa babae, mas masahol pa sa hayop ang tao”, or “If man approves of male on male or female on female, then man is worse than animals.”) is different from homophobia.

Each to their own, with respect, objectiveness, and a mind to your own role and obligations to draw the boundaries.


A Pyrrhic victory: a victory that inflicts such a devastating toll of loss it negates all sense of achievement. It’s one term I would like my life not to embrace.

Because I can see it, a path taken many times before – graduating, a career, a house, a family; a life filled with all the common goals achieved. If I take this road – live for it, even – I will lose whatever higher purpose laid out. I will lose a risk worth the failure for the experience due to a victory that will give me bragging rights and nothing else. A Pyrrhic victory, indeed: what does a higher education bring without compassion? What are medals and trophies and a high salary without happiness? There is a mindset impressing itself upon me to strive for success, and it makes life a conquest to undergo; to get over with rather than a collection of misadventures and tragedies to live through and learn from. I change the thought inside my head, hoping it would manifest in some way or another: strive not to win but to experience.