When churches are attacked in Indonesia by Muslim extremists and priests stabbed to death, it only makes the nightly news.
When it happens in a Catholic-dominated country, they retaliate by bombing the shit out of the predominantly Muslim town.
'They were hacking away at our Saints in the churches,' says Rosie.
So the president ordered the army and bombed the shit out of the town. Some love and loathe him, but he's sending a message to the extremists, 'we'll bomb you to the stone age until you back off.'
Don't fuck with our Saints, is the message here in the Philipines.
This isn't Jogkjarkata where the Muslim population nod their heads and say, 'they deserved it.'
This is the Philippines.
'My brother is in the army,' says Jose.
'All they found was a decapitated head,' he says.
When the bomb went off in the markets of Davao City, the president said he'd track those dogs down and see that justice was restored.
Marawi City is still under siege says Rosie, 'the army hasn't completely flushed out the insurgents.'
I'm told if I go down there, there's no security I'll get out alive.
It pays to listen to the locals.
They offer sound advice.
Some hot Muslims in hijabs are taking photos of a statue down at Manila Bay.
'They'll work in Saudi,' says Chris who gives an offbeat smile, 'many of them end up as housekeepers.'
It's that smile, a few of his teeth are missing, that suggested that there were more roles than just cleaning the house with a feather duster in a sexy maid's outfit.
Are you saying that Saudi Wahhabism is trying to secure a caliphate in the south of the Philipines, to secure their supply of sexy maids?
For a masseuse, and homeless to boot, Chris is really plugged in.
When it happens in a Catholic-dominated country, they retaliate by bombing the shit out of the predominantly Muslim town.
'They were hacking away at our Saints in the churches,' says Rosie.
So the president ordered the army and bombed the shit out of the town. Some love and loathe him, but he's sending a message to the extremists, 'we'll bomb you to the stone age until you back off.'
Don't fuck with our Saints, is the message here in the Philipines.
This isn't Jogkjarkata where the Muslim population nod their heads and say, 'they deserved it.'
This is the Philippines.
'My brother is in the army,' says Jose.
Jose's brother was on a mission to save a foreigner captured by Abu Sayyaf.
'All they found was a decapitated head,' he says.
When the bomb went off in the markets of Davao City, the president said he'd track those dogs down and see that justice was restored.
Marawi City is still under siege says Rosie, 'the army hasn't completely flushed out the insurgents.'
I'm told if I go down there, there's no security I'll get out alive.
It pays to listen to the locals.
They offer sound advice.
Some hot Muslims in hijabs are taking photos of a statue down at Manila Bay.
'They'll work in Saudi,' says Chris who gives an offbeat smile, 'many of them end up as housekeepers.'
It's that smile, a few of his teeth are missing, that suggested that there were more roles than just cleaning the house with a feather duster in a sexy maid's outfit.
Are you saying that Saudi Wahhabism is trying to secure a caliphate in the south of the Philipines, to secure their supply of sexy maids?
'No comment,' says Chris, who is still devasted by the assassination of Ninoy Aquino in 1983 by Ferdinand Marcos's thugs.
For a masseuse, and homeless to boot, Chris is really plugged in.
