The Partylist system was supposed to be the great equalizer—a chance for the marginalized to finally have a voice in Congress. Instead, we got a circus act where the clowns take themselves too seriously.
Need representation for workers? Here’s one partylist for employees, another for contractuals, and one more just for janitors! Riders? Take your pick between Delivery Biker Power and Motorcycle Warriors for Change. The youth? Do you prefer Hashtag Kabataan or Gen Z Power? And don’t get us started with teleserye partylists or women vs. nanays!
Somewhere along the way, we went from “giving a voice to the voiceless” to a palengke-level battle of egos. Why have one partylist for farmers when you can have three—each claiming to plant the truest kamote? The result? The system isn’t amplifying voices; it’s turning Congress into a reality show where factions within the same sector fight over scraps.
Maybe we should just create a Partylist for Partylist Reform and see how that goes.
(AC team member Melchor Vergara contributed to this report)
Rodrigo Duterte’s career is a masterclass in contradiction—if you can call it that without laughing.
One day, he declares the presidency is no place for a woman; the next, his daughter is the best candidate for the job. Is it about capability or just family branding? Who knows!
Then there’s his ever-changing stance on Bongbong Marcos: one moment, he’s on the narco list; the next, that list must’ve had a clerical error. Maybe the drug war wasn’t about drugs after all—just selective memory.
And, of course, there’s the classic: “Wala akong pera!” (I have no money!)—until, surprise!— billions of pesos magically materialize.
If cognitive dissonance were an Olympic sport, Duterte would take gold. But let’s not be too harsh—being consistently inconsistent is an art. And in Philippine politics, where truth is optional, Duterte is nothing short of a Picasso.
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