Undersecretary Claire Castro has turned the once-straightforward presidential press briefing into a viral spectacle—part official statement, part roast session. Her sharp one-liners and witty clapbacks have earned her an online fan club, but let’s not forget that her job isn’t to trend on social media but to convey the president’s actual pronouncements.
There’s a fine line between being a spokesperson and a personal commentator, and lately, it seems that line has been erased faster than a redacted government memo. The Malacañang podium isn’t a vlog where opinions fly freely—it’s a platform of authority. So while we all enjoy a good mic-drop moment, let’s keep the presidential palace from becoming a comedy bar. After all, policy matters should be clearer than a punchline.
Usec, let’s keep the press briefings presidential—save the spicy takes for lunch break!
With Rodrigo Duterte on trial, his loyal keyboard warriors have found a new calling—becoming world-class purveyors of fake news. Forget coding boot camps; these netizens have mastered the dark arts of AI-generated statements, deepfake videos, and Photoshop disasters that would make even Microsoft Paint users cringe.
But here’s the irony: their frantic campaign to “protect” Duterte might just do the opposite. By flooding the internet with obviously doctored “evidence” and conspiracy theories wilder than a teleserye plot twist, they risk making the whole defense look like a circus. Judges and prosecutors sifting through a digital landfill of AI-generated nonsense might just throw out anything remotely connected to their cause.
And so, the Philippines solidifies its status as the world’s disinformation capital—proving that while talent is abundant, critical thinking is optional. Perhaps it’s time we invest in fact-checking seminars instead of fake news workshops.
Meet Aling Bebang, the self-proclaimed high priestess of the Digong MyLabs cult. A true-blue Duterte die-hard, she has made it her life’s mission to remind us—every waking moment—that President Marcos will never be loved. “NEVER!” she shrieks, as if she holds the master list of acceptable Filipino emotions.
Never mind the 31 million votes. Never mind the approval ratings. Never mind the fact that, outside her echo chamber, people have actual lives. According to Bebang, love for Marcos is impossible because, well, she said so. Who died and made her the national spokesperson for hatred?
She clutches her Duterte pillow at night, whispering sweet nothings to a framed photo of MyLabs, while composing the latest Facebook sermon about how Marcos is doomed to eternal rejection. But here’s the irony: if nobody really loves him, why is she so obsessed? Maybe, just maybe, the problem isn’t Marcos—it’s her.
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