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A museum employee displays some of the shoes of former Philippine first lady Imelda Marcos, next to her portrait at the shoe museum in Manila on Wednesday.

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Workers do minor repairs on shoes belonging to former Philippine First Lady Imelda Marcos in a shoe factory in Marikina city, east of Manila on Wednesday, Sept. 26, 2012. The shoes, which were part of a display at the Marikina Shoe Museum, were repaired by the city government of Marikina, shoe capital of the Philippines, after they were damaged by floods brought by southwest monsoon rains last month.
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A volunteer cleans shoes of former Philippine First Lady Imelda Marcos on display on Wednesday.


they should auction the shoes off and give the money to families who lost their homes in the flood.
20 years ive been waiting for her answer to stuttering johns question, when you fart do you blame the dog? silence.
Why would they pay such hommage to these people who represented oppression and corruption in their country? Those shoes should have been donated long ago.
WHEW!! That was too close! All is well in the world again...
The legend of the old shoe, tap dance or Hearsay Politics?
The evolution of the shoe comes to mind, spontaneous creation says that it all began with flip and flop.
These early models were said to be connected using a rib from flip and though lost mystical process gave rise to all modern shoes.
So we see that with each pair of shoes you can have a different personality or new position with each passing day.
The question then is how many pairs of shoes are needed to represent the positions taken by modern politician.
Scientist say that this has nothing to do with shoes but with the adroitness of the mind to create things that are not true.
Once created those things can be discarded like old shoes, those old shoes are transitional just to create one more new thing.
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The real meaning?
Military history of the region shows us that, feinted aggression, can win a war, but securing the peace using democratic ideals at the point of a gun always fail. The first Hurst Media War was fine example of exploiting media circulation, by fueling a war, discovering modern propaganda by combining it with machine technology. The history is available, filled with too many small details, but still largely unknown when summarized as being series of failures to establish democracy (or a succession of failed dictatorships). Marcos elected took over by martial law, while the US was involved in Vietnam, provided welcome relief from the distractions of strife and ideas about a budding democracy. When foreign wars, are propagated by means of media technology, in distant land where the natural population is uneducated, make fine choice for demonstrating military superiority. But whose distance makes it possible to win military and to leave nothing resembling an educated population capable of developing democracy behind.
So what does this have to do with shoes? Why should it be remembered? What good would do?
History that we don't wish to repeat, or media propaganda that might fool us again, or military might fail to prove lasting. These things; media and military are very much powered by the need for a vibrant market place, driven by very considerable profits, as does the profit motive suffice for the manufacturers of technical military might. Mighty power and profit always lead to visions of more profit and more power, a natural consequence. Each is followed by lengthy list of benefits to the citizen. The security and protection from savages right thousand miles way, who somehow always remain savages. The citizen is told of the economic benefits of trade, secured by military might, commercial power houses, and an accommodating media industry. Those citizens are kept in permanent state of distraction, prevented from thinking and disabled from self-education by being bombarded by products, bombast by advertisement, and fixed on celebrities having more fun than you.
The perfect maelstrom the military has enemies to fight, powerful commerce to make profits. Profits to be shared by all citizens except those uneducated savages against whom we march across the Earth to keep them, keep them. Needing only energy and resources to be supplied at increasing rates to be sustained?
Those shoes? We don't have a legend, a story line, a possible narrative, a bed time story, or the education we think we have to make a memorable myth. The shoes could represent extravagance, to those not accustom to glamor and fame. The shoe could represent the many steps upward needed to make progress, or the dangers of going down the wrong path for too long. The shoe could represent the poor shoe less working cobbler laboring as hard as can be to make another pair of pleasing designs. The shoe could represent the displaced factory worker living destitute as the shoe factory is moved yet again to the other side of the planet.
Would those shoes look as boots for a capable solider, sent to selflessly fight the unknown enemy, to return and live in selfless poverty, with only wounds as reminders? Would those shoes be the ones that graced the ballroom floor, dance to splendid music and sonorous melody, to entertain those of well healed in profit? Would those shoes all at one dance in concert as do all the clouds in the heavens?
Those shoes? Would those shoes and all the many soles and all the many steps have trod under them an earth crushed. Under those soles, and each step taken, would find a crushed bug, each one a soul from a long departed citizen?
We depart from these thoughts with the idea. It is the idea that these shoes are far above the needs of the poorly shod hordes in distance lands. Especially when we find that we are the ones who are the shoeless, uneducated, savages. When it is we who will need military intervention to be freed and taught to form our own democrat republic.
But will we know full well that it cannot be done with the uneducated, that we have made ourselves into.
Flip Flop Harmony