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Portrait of Vernon Velasco

Vernon Velasco

Vernon Velasco's humorous, observational style blends wit, irony and dark comedy. Drawing from his own experiences, he offers sharp insights into human nature and the awkwardness of everyday life, often exploring themes of family, culture and personal flaws. His writing is conversational and self-deprecating, balancing uproarious humor with moments of vulnerability and introspection. His distinct voice captures the absurdities of life, making readers laugh while also prompting deeper thought.

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While the dignitaries toasted democracy in a luxury ballroom, the alliance did its real talking here. Balikatan, like the freight rail, is infrastructure. America is building. And every formation, every drill, every clinked glass says the same thing: pick a side.

Uncle Sam sends a gift

The US is done treating the Philippines like a junior partner. It wants Manila as a frontline state in a realignment that’s already underway.

While the dignitaries toasted democracy in a luxury ballroom, the alliance did its real talking here. Balikatan, like the freight rail, is infrastructure. America is building. And every formation, every drill, every clinked glass says the same thing: pick a side.

Uncle Sam sends a gift

What do you give your favorite former colony? Rail, bases, a reminder: family means picking a side when things get loud.

Social media: Bias is the point

Social media: Bias is the point

Where is your horror that a child died because epinephrine is not available? Where is your disgust that a billion-peso budget cleared faster than an ambulance?

The murder of diplomacy

The murder of diplomacy

You don’t shoot the hands that reach for peace and expect anything less than war.

Giant Swing, where ‘healing’ means being yanked skyward.

Born to be mild

By the fifth stroke, I was no longer playing golf. I was excavating shame from the Earth.

The Sandbox. It’s what happens when adult responsibility and childhood fantasy meet in an alley and beat each other senseless with foam bats.

Born to be mild

By the fifth stroke, I was no longer playing golf. I was excavating shame from the Earth.