In a stunning display of political ineptitude, Davao City Mayor Basté Duterte has managed to bite the very hand that feeds his political fortunes by attacking Senator Bong Go, his father’s most-trusted ally.
Fresh from delivering perplexing orations at the Maisug rallies, Basté decided to channel his inner Don Quixote at the Angeles City rally, tilting at the very windmills that built his family’s political empire.
It’s almost endearing, watching Basté flail aimlessly at an underdog beloved for his Malasakit Centers—a lifeline for countless Filipinos. But alas, our dear mayor seems to have mistaken the political arena for a sandbox squabble. If only he could redirect his energy toward meaningful issues, assuming he can find one that doesn’t involve shooting himself in the foot.
Maybe next time, Basté, try attacking a real problem, not the allies shoring up your shaky pedestal.
In an unsurprising twist, SMNI News, the now-defunct mouthpiece for Kingdom of Jesus Christ Pastor Apollo Quiboloy, has gone full Orwellian.
With its franchise revoked, one might think they’d adopt a shred of journalistic integrity. Instead, they’ve descended to new depths, joining the ranks of trolls and vloggers peddling fake news. Their latest fiasco? Broadcasting the Philippine Independence Day Parade in New York as a Maisug rally—an embarrassing blunder showcasing their commitment to disinformation.
SMNI is not stopping there, they’ve conjured up a mythical wave of global netizen support for their beleaguered “appointed son of God,” clamoring for “justice for Quiboloy.” Forget the pressing matter of justice for his alleged victims. In this topsy-turvy world of SMNI, truth is stranger than fiction, and propaganda is par for the course. Shame indeed!
Ah, the grand spectacle of self-proclaimed investigative writers and failed book authors, like the illustrious Raissa Robles, who seem to miss basic civic lessons.
One would think that friendship between First Lady Liza Araneta Marcos and Senate President Chiz Escudero signals the end of democracy as we know it. How dare they socialize like ordinary humans! The horror! Never mind that Liza isn’t the president—her husband, Bongbong Marcos, holds that title. But who needs trivial details when you’re crafting a scandal?
Clearly, Raissa and her ilk must believe that friendships are the Trojan horses of political corruption. If only they retook those civics classes they slept through, they might remember that the independence of government branches isn’t nullified by a dinner date. But then, who needs facts when paranoia is far more lucrative?
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