In his first few days on the job, he has laughed with Anthony Taberna over radio dzMM, toured TV Patrol through his office, pointed out the graduation picture he autographed for his mother, smiled under keno lights in an ABS-CBN studio, sat for an interview on GMA7’s Reporter’s Notebook and across a red-suited Karen Davila and talked about missing the wife who once had no time to take care of him.
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May 29, 2010 under Politics | no comment


It is May in Manila, when small girls run naked in the Ermita alleys, and a man named Tisoy was found dead from the heat at the corner of Doroteo Jose and Don Tomas Mapua streets in Sta. Cruz. There is no rain, or promise of rain, only sweat staining the gray cushions of hundreds of office chairs. It is a month of sudden haircuts and whiplash breakups, of clapboard houses bursting into flames, of farmers selling off heifers at half-price, of sudden declarations of eternal love and frustrated husbands strangling weeping wives over the direction of a dirty electric fan.
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May 22, 2010 under General | no comment

Six days after

High noon, May 10. A Fat first smack-smacking against the cracked yellow wall, the mouth with the cracked red lipstick flapping open and closed, her gay lieutenant yapping in refrain. Cheating, screams the pudgy woman, as the madding crowd outside the classroom cheers. Inside, the teachers in white and stripes continue to count, shoulders wincing at each pounded fist. The numbers join the rabble, greasy elbow to empty gut, the hallway shrinks, and a teacher is shoved and mobbed.
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May 15, 2010 under Elections | no comment

The rise and fall of the Yellow King

It is one day before the National Elections, and I do not have a candidate. Tomorrow, I will find the candidate whose name I can put on my ballot. Today I will write something else.

Understand that I accept the idea of both a lesser evil and an imperfect president. To work in the news, even in the less regimented area of opinion, has made it impossible to take much of anything on faith. In the narrative I know, the murderer of 50 will find his way back to the mansion with pink walls, the moral hypocrite will again rise to the top of the senatorial surveys, and the red queen will carry her throne to the northern court past the armies against her.
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May 8, 2010 under Elections, Opinions | no comment

People call me Dick

There are many and varied reasons why Richard Gordon is not number one in the presidential race. It is because the public is made up of fools who idolize candidates by virtue of a free T-shirt. It is because of survey companies that are “stealing the people’s minds” by publishing false ratings to a conditioned public. It is because the media are biased. It is because the public mind is unable to understand he is better than those Aquinos, or that Villlar. It’s because of the oligarchies and monopolies and the sad state of Philippine democracy.

That Gordon is not leading the charge to the Palace cannot possibly be because of Gordon himself. In the wonderful world of the man called Dick, the flowers bloom red, the sky is papered with his posters, and crowds of ballot-clutching jingle-singing voters reach out to touch his hand.
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May 1, 2010 under Elections, Politics | no comment