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Honor My Ass

I just finished watching Susan Roces wave her hands at hundreds of (payed?) rallyists in Ayala and make a speech about returning the Philippines' honor by kicking Gloria Arroyo out. I agree. What I find completely disturbing are the choices for the next head of state. Noli de Castro? Mrs. Fernando Poe Jr.? I don't think so.

There's a big streamer behind her that says, "Ibalik ang dangal ng Pilipino!". Again, I agree. That the whole election fiasco that President Short, er Gloria, orchestrated - and (sort of) admitting to (which is just like saying, "It was completely platonic!" when you get caught having a nice candlelit date with someone else when you have a wife) - has thrown our nation's honor into the bottom of the cesspool. But the thing is, I don't think that either Noli or Susan is the key to returning the country's honor. The former is only slightly less controversial (and rightly so, in my honest opinion) than his boss, and the latter is just plain unfit. She didn't even run in the first place. That her late husband's supporters insist that she inherit the right of FPJ to the presidency is just plain bullshit. And no, I will not apologize for the language. What are we, a monarchy? And here I was, thinking that these people were fighting for the restoration of democracy.

No, I don't know who we should replace Gloria with, but I'm quite sure that there are a lot of people willing to take her place. The trick is finding the lesser evil.

But as long as there are people in this country who violate the constitution a whim, people who think that public service is just a matter of popularity and how many times you appear on TV, and people who continue to defraud it's citizens by violating the public's trust by stealing money from the government's coffers and putting their interests first before the peoples' - the people who put their undeserving asses on soft swivel chairs in air-conditioned offices and gave them the authority to run things for them - the Philippines will never have any honor. Ever.


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