February 25, 2006 at 3:16 AM #28985
Ang sabi ngani ni Joker Arroyo: If you can’t take the heat in the kitchen – then what you gonna do? Ika na ngani Pading Dickory kan magdagus!
February 24, 2006 at 1:33 PM #28956
An article by Conrado de Quiros
When will they ever learn?
TWO things I remember before and after Ferdinand Marcos fell.The first is that the talk in the years before the Edsa People Power reolution was about succession. The question everyone was asking then (as now) was: But who is going to succeed Marcos? Or who is the alternative to Marcos?At the time, no one seemed to fit the bill. Marcos achieved that illusion first of all by systematically weeding the field of potential rivals and successors. Fearing the military in particular — the Frankenstein monster of his own making — he held on to the generals who were loyal to him well past their retirement age. A practice that was not without its internal contradiction: the “overstaying generals” blocked the upward mobility of their younger counterparts, which made for a lot of grumbling in the ranks.Among his own people in government, he practiced divide-and-rule, allowing, indeed encouraging, bickering among them. Protégés rose and fell, Juan Ponce Enrile, the fair-haired boy at the start of martial law, among them. Lest we forget, Enrile, like Marcos himself, was not a soldier, notwithstanding that he was the martial law minister of defense and struck martial poses — among others, toting a Galil rifle during the Edsa People Power victory. Marcos wasn’t a soldier either, notwithstanding that he presided over a military coup. He just did a lot of martial posturing, aided by the myth of his fake guerrilla exploits and fake medals. Both he and Enrile were lawyers, and concededly clever ones.The opposition Marcos caricatured, with no small help from the muzzled press. And at the time at least (as today), the opposition seemed to live up to the caricature. Marcos liked comparing Cory Aquino’s and Butz Aquino’s IQ, political and otherwise, to his and asking the nation if they preferred the quality of leadership they represented to him. He called the political exiles in the United States “steak commandos,” in reference to their presumably indulgent lifestyle, a term that stuck. And, completely reminiscent of today, he harped on the fact that they couldn’t get their act together, accusing each one of them of eyeing power for himself.Marcos achieved the illusion, secondly, by self-advertisement. He of course never directly praised himself — Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo would go past him in that respect (“Wala silang plano, meron ako; wala silang direksyon, meron ako…” [“They have no plans, I do; they have no direction, I do…”] — but he never passed up the chance to aggrandize himself. He had an entire propaganda apparatus for the purpose. He (or Imelda Marcos) bathed the world in myth, having himself and Imelda painted as the mythical characters Malakas [Strong] and Maganda [Beautiful], and he had a history of the nation written with him as its apotheosis — he was its destiny. The muzzled press extolled his virtues on a daily basis. He had even the Americans believing there was truly no alternative to him, no one could lead the nation after him, the Reagan administration till the end was still concocting transitional plans that included him in the belief that he was part of the solution even as he was the source of the problem.Until Edsa People Power erupted with the suddenness of Mt. Pinatubo exploding, Marcos seemed destined to last if not forever at least a long, long time, notwithstanding the corruption and rottenness that pervaded his regime and the depth of cynicism and despair that gripped the nation.The second thing I remember was when Marcos fell. With the suddenness of early morning mist dissipating in the sun, gone overnight was the inevitability and formidability of the martial law regime, and indeed of Marcos, an inevitability and formidability that had stood for 14 years. For the martial law babies in particular, for whom the only president they had ever known was Marcos, it carried with it the shock of revelation. The astonishing thing was not that the martial law regime had finally ended, the astonishing thing was that it had lasted that long.Indeed, the wonder was not that Marcos had finally been succeeded, the wonder was that he had not been succeeded sooner. Without power, Marcos was nothing, just a hollow man, a scarecrow twisting in the wind, a braggart who had lost his audience. The idea that no one could possibly succeed him was suddenly the most absurd thing in the world. Given where he had driven the country to, which was to the dogs, a dog would have made a better alternative. Given where he had driven the country to, which was to fall from being second only to Japan at the start of his term to being second only to Bangladesh by the end of it, a housewife would have made a better alternative.And did — though as it turned out, not much better (but that is another story). Suddenly, after Marcos fell, the one person he had depicted as “walang alam” [know-nothing] and the one person the foreign media had lauded as the Asian Joan of Arc seemed to radiate the patina of inevitability and formidability about her. Suddenly, the notion that “President Cory” was an oxymoron, or contradiction in terms (as would be the notion of “President Erap” much, much later, until he became so), would seem the most ridiculous thing in the world. All of which only proves that such is the nature of power, it always gives its wearer a perfect fit. Until the next one comes along.No, there is nothing inevitable about tyranny, there is nothing unchangeable about tyrants. In fact, the only inevitable thing about tyranny is that it ends. And the only unchangeable thing about tyrants is that they suck. When will they ever learn, as the song “Where Have All the Flowers Gone” goes.Ah, yes. When will they ever learn?
February 24, 2006 at 12:57 PM #28953
hala lola unu na naman yadi??? uf uf en awiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!
February 24, 2006 at 3:55 AM #28925
Pwedeng lipngan su tolong ribong sapatos ni Imelda…….
Pero bukon su mga naguran na trabahador dito sa pinatugdok niyang building, Manila Film Center. Tinabunan ning semento kina sinulo’ su mga bangkay ta namarong na….
February 15, 2006 at 12:56 AM #28180
Ay iyo palan…
Manoy Ted, nata’ pira kaming piga-apod mong lola? Nalibong ako ah. May GRO ka pang pigtataram….
February 14, 2006 at 11:05 PM #28170
Manay lola – anong “tempted to start another topic? e pinunan mo na, bwahahahahaha! Mas maurag na magingpresidente si manay lola kaysa ki bulilit! an promise ko, dae ko na nanggad ite-teybol si lola (na GRO) magpuon ngunian na bangui, masupog ki presidente lola (si Charity [na GRO man]na sana), bwahahaha.
Manay tolitz – awaton mo daw tabi ini si lola mo, hehehe. Sayawan mo ngani tabi manay tolitz na naka t-bak ka sana. Aw haen ka na man tabi manay tolitz?
February 14, 2006 at 10:10 PM #28160
I’m tempted to start another topic because the discussion on the ULTRA tragedy is just a facet of the many problems besetting the country.
Filipinos are said to haveshort memory. Sobrahunon daw an pasensiya ta and we tend to forgive the mistakes of the those who brought us into this quagmire.
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