Ten little headlines, all in a row,
One said one fell, and another said no.
Nine little stories, twisting the truth,
Two claimed two, but where is the proof?
Eight little rumors, spreading the lies,
Five perished, they say, in their final goodbyes.
Seven little whispers, spinning the tale,
Now it’s seven gone, but who pays the bail?
Six little facts, or maybe just one,
Count them, recount them, see how they run.
Five little versions, all in dispute,
Where’s the truth hidden, under the suit?
Four little bodies, or maybe it’s three,
How many were lost, who will decree?
Three little claims, now up to two,
In the end, perhaps none—just media’s brew.
In today’s episode of *Who Wants to Be a Millionaire*, the raid on the Kingdom of Jesus Christ was served piping hot with a side of *fake news* and sprinkled with “alternative facts.” Competing networks seemed to be playing a numbers game—1, 2, 5, or even 7 deaths reported, depending on who bid highest for the scoop.
Alas, the irony! The only confirmed casualty wasn’t struck by a hail of bullets but by a heart attack. Perhaps the poor soul simply couldn’t handle the sheer drama.
But fear not! The “reporters” know that in a world where the truth is negotiable, viewers don’t tune in for accuracy—they tune in for the spectacle. After all, why let a small thing like facts get in the way of a good story? In the end, it’s not about who got it right, but who got it *first.*
The Adobo Chronicles 
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