I’ve never been a fan of the guy. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t personally like GMA that much either. But there are just things that you see when you think out of the box and look at the bigger picture.
While speculations are not admissible as hard evidence in the court of law, I think Filipinos believe that the president is more corrupt than any other leader in our country since time immemorial. But one of the reasons why I love George Orwell is the last part of his book, Animal Farm. That part where the other animals in the farm peeped into the house through the windows and watched the pigs and the human visitors at the dining table until they could no longer distinguish one from the other.
In college, I participated in DGs (discussion groups) and EDs (educational discussions) about the Philippine society and the need for change. I have memorized the “triangle” by heart and have finished the MKLRP and PSR—please look it up because talking about it at length would make me digress some more. I joined mobs and vigils. I had my fair share of being this close to getting cuffed for vandalism but there are things that bourgeoisie entails that paved the way for my enlightenment and eventual realization of what I truly need as a person and as a citizen of this country. Perhaps, I blame it on the “animals” who led the move to overthrow the “humans” only to become what we crusaded against.
Indeed aging makes you realize things. Indeed experience teaches you a lot. I was in EDSA 2 and that was one of the major highlights of my political life. The spontaneity of the first few days and the last day have made it very memorable.
There’s this coffee table book that shows huge pictures of People Power when the Marcos regime finally fell to the raging bulls of enlightened masses—working class and bourgeois alike, that never fails to make me teary-eyed. It was like seeing a phoenix spring back to life from the ashes. But it was Ninoy Aquino’s death that ignited that rage—this word always reminds me of Chikoy Pura of The Jerks—and it was death in general that moved mountains.
Now, there’s this cub politician who thinks so highly of himself having come from an upper class family and having a decent-enough-looking face. The man that people sent to the senate despite his incarceration thinking that he can still serve effectively behind bars. It didn’t take that long before the prison cell became a Hotel California. This reminds me of my Pol. Sci. 14 topic about ceremonial powers.
Anyway, I do not discount Mr. Trillanes’ bravery and bravado but lack of foresight, maturity and cunning is something that a man of his stature reeks of. He
arrogantly proudly took to the streets and once again disrespected the judicial system of the land that he claims to love so much. So much that he proudly declared that he is determined to die for it. Looking back, I can still see the Magdalo guys who shared his bravado. They proudly asserted their desire to die for the common good. But what good came out of it? The hotel that has been one of the major landmarks of the whole Metro Manila and of the Philippines has suffered a major physical and financial blow. The media people were treated in ways reminiscent of the 70s and 80s. The stock market felt a huge dent although the peso remained strong.
What if? The Magdalo guys except for Trillanes, Faeldon and Lim died in battle. Would there have been an outcry? Had they succeeded, would we have liked a military junta? Had they succeeded, would we have been happier with Trillanes as our president? Or whoever else? Had the soldiers died and the takeover succeeded, would they have given back the losses that the establishments incurred? Would they have been able to fully support the families of the dead personnel? Trillanes is lucky. He can afford to be unemployed. But what about the others?
The cinematic scenes that unfolded two days ago took up so much of my time and it ended with an ironic smile. Some people simply do not learn.
If someone died…oh well, that would have been SOMETHING!