In a stunning display of Wala Akong Pake Energy, Sara Duterte stripped the Office of the Vice President seal off her podium like it was an annoying price tag on a designer bag she didn’t even want. “Replace it with the Office of the President seal!” she declared, as if changing job titles were as easy as updating your LinkedIn profile.
Spectators gawked, unsure if they were witnessing a political statement or a particularly aggressive garage sale. Rumors swirled: Was this the beginning of a graceful resignation or a not-so-graceful I’m-taking-over cosplay?
Critics screamed “usurpation!”, while Sara shrugged, already imagining herself giving speeches from Malacañang’s front steps. If nothing else, she reminded the country that in Philippine politics, reality often outpaces satire—and sometimes all it takes to trigger a constitutional crisis is a stubborn woman, a microphone, and a podium with suspiciously empty real estate.
In a plot twist worthy of a teleserye, Senator Imee Marcos—once the ride-or-die of her father’s memory—has apparently ghosted the Marcos legacy faster than you can say “Golden Years.”
After publicly side-eyeing her own brother President Bongbong, Imee seems to be cozying up to VP Sara Duterte like it’s 2028 campaign season already. Political analysts are baffled, but netizens aren’t: “Imee changing surnames? From Marcos to Duterte? Girl, pick a lane!”
Whispers in the Senate say Imee’s even practicing her new signature: “Imee Duterte, DDS Princess.” This, of course, follows Sara Duterte’s “friendly” suggestion that Imee drop the Marcos name—possibly as a new marketing strategy or just family feud fan service.
One thing’s clear: the ghost of Apo Lakay is reportedly spinning in his solid-gold sarcophagus. Betrayal? Maybe. But in Philippine politics, betrayal is just Tuesday of the Holy Week.
Ah, the classic tale of giving a finger and losing your whole arm—Filipino edition!
After years of chanting “P20 rice or we riot,” critics are now whining that it looks like animal feed. Hello? That’s rice, not imported jasmine-scented unicorn grains. Our farmers worked their calloused hands to the bone, and now you’re calling their harvest pig chow? Manners, please!
And just when we thought it couldn’t get any sillier, here comes blogger Mark Anthony Lopez demanding P20 per can of SPAM. What’s next? P15 Starbucks lattes? Buy-one-take-one lechon? The man wants luxury luncheon meat at palengke prices. Let’s be real—SPAM is basically the Louis Vuitton of canned goods. If we get that for P20, I expect foie gras in carinderias by June. It’s satire at its finest, folks. The bar for political critique is so low, we’re tripping over it on our way to the rice aisle.
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