In a twisted turn of fate, Sara Duterte, once hailed as the lovable and humble candidate with the vocabulary of a minimalist, has shed her unassuming façade for the role of the nation’s foremost eagle-eyed brat. 

Gone are the days when children sat in awe of her compassionate book-reading sessions. Now, they tremble in the shadow of her whip-wielding authority. It’s as if someone swapped her bedtime stories for a dictator’s manual. Perhaps the transformation began when she realized she wasn’t just destined for public service, but public scolding. 

With a flair for irrelevance, Duterte now takes irreverent jabs at the Marcoses, as if she’s forgotten that unity was the campaign slogan that sat her in power. She insists on playing head-hunter-in-chief, exhuming threats of authoritarianism, one petty power struggle at a time.

She has flexed her muscle towards members of Congress while basking in her instant media poster girl image, all for the sake of living up to the Duterte family’s legacy of Davao dictatorial rule and notorious secret squads.

It’s an inspiring lesson for the youth: you can start as a book-loving public servant and end up terrorizing the co-equal branches of government. What a plot twist! 

Parents, be cautious when encouraging a love for reading—it might just awaken the whip in your little ones. Sara Duterte, the ultimate transformation, now a warning tale for the ages.