Retrieval operations.

Along came typhoon milenyo, and a series of unfortunate events wreaked the already pitiable seven thousand plus island. Extreme religious groups would inhesitatingly see the panorama as a manifestation of the second coming. A vision ample enough to stir the impoverished conscience into a solitude of clemency. Militants would seek to this as an opportunity to add more insult to the already seriously thumped malacanang. Perhaps, even a sign from above that it really refused to give blessing to the incumbent two years ago. Ultimately, the damages done, which are natural in cause induced further by human inconsistencies, are friendly reminder that we never learn from history and that we always want to learn things the hard way. Now, we return back to retrieve ourselves only to fall on the same pit again. Nietszche could have been right to suppose this as an eternal recurrence. But isn't it more apt to call it an eternally recurring stupidity?