MY TWO latest posts describe the gravity of the damage caused by the flood that hit my hometown last Friday. I thought that the image of the wreckage that can be seen along the now so desolate highway would melt the hearts of the people and stimulate them to introspect. I was wrong.

Last Sunday, two days after the flood, people still flocked around a cockfight beside the flooded gallera, within a stone’s throw, affected families were still shoveling out mud from their houses.

In Ladol (one of the flooded villages) people continued celebrating their fiesta. It could have been a sign of moving on until a drunken brawl left several people wounded and a few more incarcerated.

Last night, in a beerhouse next to this internet cafe where I’m blogging, one man was slashed — whether he’s now dead or still alive, I don’t know.

Christians like us would say that disasters take place because God wants to remind us to turn from our wicked ways and go back to the path of righteousness. But where’s the learning curve?