By N Mark Castro
I said this before and I say it again, especially in light of yet another meaningless celebration of EDSA I, and Esquire Philippines’ take on the Martial Law.
My problem with this is simple:
1. We kicked out the Marcoses because of the dictatorship and all the corrupt and abusive practices incurred over the years.
2. They’re supposed to be the worst family ever that has raided the country’s coffers and deprived the nation of its growth.
5. The children soon returned and were likewise allowed to run for local and national offices. They won. Again. And again. And again.
7. The political names in any given election have been the same for the past 30 years, barring new political and family dynasties that have emerged since then.
8. It did not help that another Aquino came into power who was devoid of any emotional empathy.
9. So when Duterte came firing into power, everyone was caught sleeping.
10. And when Ferdinand Bongbong Marcos, Jr. run for the second highest position in the land, the nation has spoken loud and clear. He lost by a mere 263,473 votes. Hotly contested and the court has ruled that he has valid reason to challenge the results.
11. Meanwhile, there isn’t a single Marcos family member that has ever seen the interiors of a jail cell, which puts a great embarrassment to the political amateurism of President Erap Estrada, President Gloria Arroyo, Senator Johnny Enrile, Senator Bong Revilla, Senator Jinggoy Estrada and, now, Senator Leila de Lima.
They definitely seem nincompoops compared to the Marcos family.
So whenever people speak to me about the Marcoses, all I could think of is how much the leaders that have succeeded him generation upon generation, and the nation, have fucked it all up royally ever since they kicked the Marcoses out.
Don’t blame me why the Marcoses are back. Don’t blame me for Duterte.
And, as social evolution goes, it is indeed deserved by the nation inasmuch as Joseph de Maistre has said: we all deserve the governments we get.
I am so not going out to the streets to scream about injustice and what ought to be right or wrong. Perhaps we were fools screaming against the Marcoses and, second time around, Erap, thinking that God Almighty had reserved seats for us on His Right Side.
At this stage in my life, I am like a returning soldier throwing away his gun and disgusted with the cyclical mess.
The people you want to protect and serve are the same idiots who keep electing the same people and paid for by the same politicians.
And when you do manage to oust and kill the monster, be sure to put a stake on its heart; otherwise, the next generation will be lamenting yet again how you fucked it all up.