July 16, 2024

Susmaryosep!
The realm of possibilities in 2025 for the senate – three Dutertes, three Tulfos, two Villars, two Cayetanos, two Ejercito-Estradas, two Binays, and mix the list with four actors – Revilla, Lapid, Philip Salvador, Willie Revillame plus one comedian named Bato, one Go, son of the boss Digong, and the dignified senator of the old Jovito Salonga would turn on his grave.
That’s what it is says Ping Lacson – by the people, for the people, of the people.
While libre namang managinip and anyone can choose what post he wants to run to or people have a right to choose the candidates whom they would like to serve them in whatever government position, a little bit of delicadeza dictates that the intention of public service must prevail over personal self aggrandizement.
While the situation applies everywhere including the city, voters should not allow the scam. This kind of dynastic politics should never be allowed again not only because it is violative of the Constitution but also because it leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.
This kind of politics by people who undeservingly cling does not augur well. No more service or people’s welfare and interest as the focus is perpetuation in office with a bonus of enriching themselves by Acquired Income Delivered Secretly (AIDS).
This reminds me of a candidate for president at a Q&A at the University of the Philippines Los Baños being asked about House Bill 252. “Hindi ko talaga alam iyang House bill na ‘yan. Pero, OK ‘yan.” Wow! Or when a candidate for Baguio mayor was asked about the bill on abortion. “OK na‘ yan, binayaran ko na.” Eh di wow ulit!
Then comes the classic Sen. Miriam Defensor-Santiago’s conclusion “Kapag tumataas ang posisyonmo sa gobyerno, lumiliit ang balls mo,” after she observed “na ang mga may mababang pwesto sa gobyerno ay naglalaro ng basketball. Ang mga nasa “mid-level position” ay naglalaro ng bowling, at ang matataas ang posisyon ay naglalaro ng golf.”
An old pastor in Dontogan had a 10-year-old son, and it was time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession.
Like many young men his age, the boy didn’t really know what he wanted to do, and he didn’t seem too concerned about it.
One day, while the boy was at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy’s room and placed on his study table four objects: A bible; P1,000; a bottle of Emperador; and a Playboy magazine.
“I’ll just hide behind the door,” the pastor said to himself. “When he comes home from school today, I’ll see which object he picks up.”
“If it’s the Bible, he’s going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be. If he picks up the money, he’s going to be a business man, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the bottle, he’s going to be a no-good drunken bum, and Lord, what a shame that would be. “And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine, he’s going to be a skirt-chasing womanizer.”
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son’s footsteps as he entered the house whistling and heading for his room. The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room, he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity, he walked over to inspect them.
Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink, while he admired the magazine’s centerfold.
“Lord have mercy,” the old preacher disgustedly whispered. “He’s gonna run for Senate.” Power is addiction and a disease, indeed.
Sigh.