Kindergarten teacher: To get to the other side.

Plato: For the greater good.

Aristotle: It is the nature of the chickens to cross the roads.

Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.

Capt. James T. Kirk: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.

Saddam Hussein: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion. We are justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

Hippocrates: Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.

Dr. Martin Luther King: I envision a world where all chickens can cross the roads without their motives called into question.

Moses: And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the chicken, “Thou shall cross the road.” And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.

Fox Mulder: You saw it cross with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross before you believe it?

Richard Nixon: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the road.

Machiavelli: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.

Sigmund Freud: The fact that you are all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.

Bill Gates: I will soon release the new Chicken Office 2004, which will not only cross the roads but lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbooks.

Oliver Stone: The question is not, “Why did the chicken crossed the road?” Rather, it is, “Who was crossing the road at the same time, whom did we overlook in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?”

Charles Darwin: Chikens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected and evolved over time in such a way that they are now genetically endowed with the capabilities required to cross the roads.

Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends on your frame of reference.

Bill Clinton: I did not, repeat, did not, have sexual relations with the chicken.

Erap: Ang media ang may kasalanan diyan!

Miriam Defensor-Santiago: Aha! I knew it! That chicken that crossed the road provoked me. I move to permanently hold in contempt that chicken. I request a restraining order, Your Honor, so that the chicken would not be able to cross the road again!

Ramon Revilla: “I will concur Your Honor. You see, may timbangan ako ng manok sa bahay. Doon sa timbangan ko nga nalaman na 96 grams ang 1,000 na bills ng P1,000 to make 1 million. See, 96 grams, 96 grams talaga! Malapit yun sa isang kilo… eh sa 96 grams talaga eh. Pero huwag niyo akong tanungin kung ilang kilo ang manok na nag-cross ng road. Eh, di ko nakilo eh. I guess, takot siyang pakilo. Baka kulang siya ng 96 grams. Inshort, kulang siya ng isang kilo.”

Emma Lim: Para po uminom ng iced tea, Your Honor.

Chavit Singson: Eh, nililito nyo lang po ako, Your Honor. Di ko alam kung bakit nag-cross yun ng road. Wala namna sa ledger ko kung bakit. Nililito niyo lang po ako. Nililito niyo lang po ako talaga.

Clarissa Ocampo: It crossed the road to go to the office, I am sorry, Mr. Estelito Mendoza.

Estelito Mendoza: Whether I will quit as a defense lawyer of the President or not shall depend upon the decision of the President himself, not the crossing of the road by the chicken.

Raul Roco: It is a noble profession to be a chicken and to cross that road.

Chief Justice Hilario Davide: Unless there is an objection, the chicken can cross that road.

Iggy Arroyo: I invoke my right to privacy.

Eddie Villanueva: Bangon mga chicken, bangon.

GMA: In a strong republic, the chicken can freely cross the road.

FPJ: Sama-sama, tulong-tulong sa pagpapanday ng isang bagong umaga. (Kay FPJ, mga chickens ang bida.)

Plato: For the greater good.

Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.

Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.

Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.

Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!

Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.

Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.

Douglas Adams: Forty-two.

Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.

Oliver North: National Security was at stake.

B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.

Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.

Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.

Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Aristotle: To actualize its potential. Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken- nature.

Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.

Salvador Dali: The Fish.

Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.

Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.

Epicurus: For fun.

Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.

Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.

Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.

David Hume: Out of custom and habit.

Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored) reason.

Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?

Ronald Reagan: I forget.

John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.

The Sphinx: You tell me.

Mr. T: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!

Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.

Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

Molly Yard: It was a hen!

Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.

Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.

Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.

The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.

Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.

Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.

Othello: Jealousy.

Dr Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.

Mrs Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.

Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.

Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.

Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.

Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.

Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.

Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness. Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter) Hamlet: That is not the question. Donne: It crosseth for thee. Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey. Constable: To get a better view.

Napaginipan na naman kita kagabi.

Umiiyak kang lumapit sa akin. Tinanong ko kung ano ang dahilan pero di mo sinagot ang tanong dahil iyak ka ng iyak sa harapan ko.

Sabi mo, kailangan mo ng karamay, kailangan ng tunay na kaibigan na di marunong manakit sa iyo. Akala mo siya na ang iyong matagal nahinahanap-hanap pero nagkamali ka ulit. Paulit ulit na lang ang ganitong eksena. Magmamahal ka, iiwanan ka. babalik sa akin para damayan, magmamahal ulit, masasaktan tapos babalik. Parang isang sirang plakang paulit-ulit. Ngayon ko lang natanto na ang sawing pag-ibig ay parang buhay – pinapanganak, lumalaki, tumatanda, namamatay.

Mahigpit ang ating yakapan habang tumutulo ang mga luha mo sa aking balikat. Walang gustong bumitaw. Dahil ayaw na kitang bitiwan pa at hayaang masaktan ulit.. Ikaw, ayaw mo rin bumitaw dahil sa piling ko lang ikaw ay safe at walang pangamba.

“Sige ayos na ako,” sabi mo.

“Sigurado ka?” tanong ko.

“Oo, sigarado ako. Alam ko naman na kapag nagkamali ako, kapag nasaktan ulit ako, kapag nahulog ulit ako may sasalo sa akin, may dadamay sa akin. Dahil alam ko lagi kang nasa likod ko, handang saluhin ako kapag ako'y nagkamali ulit,” sabi niya.

“Sige alis na ako,” sabi niya.

“Sige, kita na lang tayo bukas,” sabi ko.

Biglang bumaba ang kurtina galing sa langit, bumaba sa entamblado natin. Isang sign na tapos na ang panaginip. Namatay ang ilaw. Cuuuuut!

Napanaginipan na naman kita, kaya bukas, pupuntahan kita sa bahay niyo para damayan dahil ito ang distress call mo sa akin. Lagi mo akong inaabala sa aking panaginip para magparamdam na ika'y nasaktan ulit.

Gusto ko sanang sabihin sa iyo na bakit naghahanap ka pa ng iba eh narito naman ako, lagi sa tabi mo, walang sawang nagmamahal, nag-aaruga. Bulag nga siguro ang pag-ibig. Pero hahayaan na muna kitang masaktan ulit dahil baka sa huling pagkakataon, mamamalayan mo na nandito pala ako sa tabi mo, nagmamahal sa iyo.

..."There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and
beautiful and we just find ourselves getting so intensely attracted to that
person. This feeling soon becomes part of our everyday lives and eventually
consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of its when we begin to realize
that this person feels nothing more for us than friendship. We start our
desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer but in the end our efforts are
still unrewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves."......

Palagi akong nabibiktima nito. Bakit kaya? Di ko alam kung bakit, pero paulit ulit na lang parang isang sirang plaka. Palagi na lang ba ganyan? Hanggang friends na lang ba? Paano yung mga moments? Yung tayo lang dalawa? Pero kasalanan ko din ang lahat kasi minsan nagiging assuming din ako minsan. O siguro kasalanan ko ang lahat kasi minsan namimis-interpret ko ang lahat. Ang labo no? kailangan mo pa maging manghuhula para malaman kung may gusto siya or hindi. Kailangan mo pa ng paranormal powers para makayanan ang mga powers niya. Saan si Madam Auring kung kailangan mo na siya?

Pinakita mo na mahal mo ang isang tao, binuhos mo na ang lahat -attensyon, oras, priorities, at pera - pero ano ang nangyari? Isang nagmamagandang "hindi" ang katapat ng lahat. Parang isang napakamalakas na sampal sa mukha.

Buti kung sa mukha lang, paano kung sa buong katawan, sa isipan at kaluluwa, sa bulsa? Syempre aaray ako kasi nasaktan ako, kasi nalugi ako, kasi talagang masakit ang lahat. Pero di ako iiyak kasi lalaki ako, di ko aaminin sa lahat kasi nakakahiya, di ko na gustong matandaan ang lahat kasi masasaktan lang ako. Di na lang iimik kasi nawalan na ako ng ganang kumilos, ganang mabuhay. Di na lang ako sisigaw at magrereklamo kasi nawalan na ako ng boses. Wala na akong gagawin kasi gusto kong kalimutan ang bangungot.

Hanggang sa natakot na ako magmahal muli, gumagawa ng pader sa pagitan ko at sa lahat ng tao. Ina-isolate ko ang aking sarili sa lahat. Pero di ba dapat hindi ganun? Di ba dapat "meet other people", di ba "open up and free your heart", di ba "love and love until you find miss right"? Pero bakit ganun hanggang ngayon parang isang blankong papel na ang buhay ko...

*sigh*

Sana may dumaan at kulayan ito muli.

After the elections comes the sourgraping and lousy protests of sour losers. Take for example FPJ. Despite leading in the Namfrel Quickcount (which is more of a snailcount), FPJ is still accusing GMA of cheating in the polls. He claims that there was a systematic and massive cheating held before, during and after the elections to ensure her victory. These kinds of remarks from a presidential candidate, which really leaves a bad taste, are adding fuel to the already chaotic election process. He should heed the call of the administration to stay cool, let cooler heads prevail, and accept whatever is the verdict of electorate. He should learn to accept defeat when it is due.

FPJ is a sour loser. Period. He and his brainless and mindless adviser Tito Sotto (I refuse to call him senator because he is a scum of the earth) are two of the worst kind of losers. And oh, add Raul Roco to the list. And Rey Malonzo.

I just saw in the TV Raul Roco's thanksgiving mass, thanking the supporters for sticking it out with him even if it was a losing battle. I think it was his form of conceding, of accepting his impeding defeat. After the mass, he accused the administration for cheating in the elections. Blah, blah, blah; same accusations with FPJ.

In my opinion, he could not fathom the fact that he did not really got the youth vote which he thinks will be voting for him. And of course the women's vote, because after all he is a honorary woman. He claims that the only way that he will be defeated is through massive cheating on the part of the administration.

FPJ, being a movie icon worshipped by millions, believes that the people will be voting for him because he is sincere, clean, innocent, and virgin to politics. He is drowned with his delusion that his fan base would deliver him the votes; just as Roco assumes that the youth vote will go to him. But these two things are different. Being a fan does not necessarily mean an automatic voter. To disregard such reality is to disrespect the intelligence of the electorate. Today's voters are mature enough to distinguish between the real candidates and wannabes. They are mature enough to vote for someone who has a firm grasp in governance. In fact, they are really concerned with the next six years, horrified probably that they will be having a puppet for a president. So that is why GMA is leading both the exit polls and the Namfrel Snailcount (a while ago FPJ was leading the snailcount, but now GMA has overtaken the lead).

Delusions are very dangerous, especially for politicians, because they block your front view of reality. FPJ and Raul Roco suffer this malady.

They should follow Ping Lacson's body language. He seems to be chummy with his looming defeat, and accepting it without any protests, without any fanfare. He is even open to the idea of a government of unity and peace proposed by GMA. And why not? He said that the government needs constructive criticisms and not some call for mob rule and EDSA-like rebellion. And for that, I will be giving Lacson loads of brownie points for being a gentleman, unlike those two lousy losers.

I suffered setbacks and defeats before. We all do. And we should be man/woman enough to accept defeat when it is knocking at our doors. And must accept it without sourgraping, without much protest, and without much whining. Those who could not accept defeat should have never entered politics on the first place.

*Sorry to those who voted for Raul Roco and FPJ. I just really hate "sourgrapers." It is okay to be bitter and everything after the elections (I know the feeling because we lost in the last three elections) but just do not be a sour loser.

Naalala kita habang pinapanood ko ang dagat at dalampasigan na naglalampungan na parang mga nakawalang haliparot sa gabi. Habang sinasampal ako ng maalat-alat na hanging habagat, naalala ko ang iyong cologne. O deodorant ba iyon? Di ko na matanto, wala namang pinagkaiba. Mabango ka pa rin sa aking pandama.

Mag-isa lang ako sa may dalampasigan nagdro-drowing ng iyong mukha sa may buhangin. Hinugot ko mula sa ating mga masaasyang alaala ang iyong mukha. Sinubukan kong iukit sa buhangin ang iyong maamong mukha, pero wala akongnagawa kundi gumuhit ng isang blankong mukha. Walang ilong, mata, tenga, kilay,buhok at bibig. Blame it on my drawing prowess. Di talaga ako kasinghusay sa pagdrawing kaysa pagsusulat. Pero di ba pareho lang iyon? Gumagamit naman ako ng papel at lapis sa pagsusulat. Di ba pareho lang iyon sa pagdro-drawing? Sa pagsusulat, hinuhulma ko ang iyong katauhan sa pamamagitan ng salitang matalinghaga at humahaplos ng kaluluwa; binibhisan ng mga katagang mapangpuri. Di ba pareho lang yun sa pagdro-drawing? Inaayusan, hinuhulma, inuukit, ginuguhit, linlagyan ng perspektibo, binibigyan ng porma? Kung sa bagay, iba yung nakikita kaysa nababasa. Mas vivid kasi kung nakikita ang porma, mas naakit kapag nakikita ang samu’t saring kulay na kumukulay sa bawat canvass. O di kaya’y mas maganda kung nahahawakan ang iskulptura, nahahaplos ng mga daliring matagal ng tigang sa paglalandi.

Aminado ako, mahina ako sa pagdro-drawing, sa iskulptura, sa pagpipinta, sa sketching at etching. Pero bakit pinagpalit mo ako sa isang taga-Fine Arts?

Bakit? Parehas naman kaming artista ng bayan. Parehas naman naming inaalay ang aming talento sa bayan. Parehas naman kaming ipinaglalaban ang karapatan ng bawat mamamayan. Pero bakit?

Saan ako nagkamali? Porke ba mas guwapo siya kaysa sa akin kaya mo ako ipinagpalit? Mas mayaman? Mas maputi? Kasi may cellphone? Kasi may kotse? Hindi ko talaga maintindihan ang lahat. Pero kakayanin ko na lang ang lahat. Hindi ako bato para di masaktan sa ginawa mo, at ‘di rin ako manhid para ‘di umaray. Pero tatanggapin ko na lang kung ano man ang naging pasya mo dahil wala na akong magagawa. Desisyon mo yan. At sana lang panindigan mo. Wag ka na sanang bumalik sa akin kapag nasaktan ka ulit dahil sawang sawa na ako sa aking role na tagasalo ng mga problema mo. Ewan ko ba, bakit ba ako nagbulag-bulagan, bakit ba ako nagpakamartyr, nagpakagago? Blame it on my messianic tendencies. Or blame it on my delusions.

Sabi nila, ang mga buhangin sa may dalampasigan ay ang mga milyon-milyong pusong dinurog ng kabiguan, isinabog, ikinalat upang maging isang testamento ng kadikilaan ng sawing pag-ibig. Kaya pala masakit maglakad sa may dalampasigan kapag heartbroken ka dahil tinatapakan mo ang iyong kadudurog pa lang na puso. Kaya pala di makarekober ang karamihan sa amin dahil araw-araw may isang tumatapak sa aming mga puso. Malamang ito na ang aming sumpa, isang penetensiya sa mga taong laging sawi sa pag-ibig.

Kaya heto ako sa may dalampasigan luhaan. Nagdro-drawing. Nagiiskulptura. Nagpapaka-artista. Nagbabakasakali na kapag nakita mo ang aking mga likha, kahit na walang ka-art-art, kahit na walang kalatuy-latoy, kahit hindi gawa ng isang taga-Fine Arts, matandaan mo pa rin na may nagmamahal pa rin sa iyo.

She with the cute smile, she who is diminutive yet overflowing with energy and
enthusiasm in her sorties and political rallies, she who five months ago was
lagging behind the surveys is now the leader of the pack.

 In the latest Pulse Asia survey, GMA topped among the presidentiables with 37%,
enjoying a comfortable lead of 6% over her nearest rival FPJ. In other surveys,
she lead by as much as 10%. Nobody expected that she will achieve such a
commanding lead over the Da King. Not even in their wildest dreams. But I
guess, Gloria prayed too hard that God was forced to answer her prayers.

 Her turnaround could be attributed to many factors. First, her masssive
political machinery is doing wonders for her. The well-oiled Lakas machinery is
in full throttle towards the homestretch, giving her that extra push to ensure
her victory. I guess, we should acknowledge her effort for taking the reins of the Lakas
party and transforming it into a rampaging political war machine. Before her
pronouncement to run as president, Lakas-CMD was at a lost on to who will run
against FPJ. The party was in disarray, defections to the KNP were beginning to
surface. Then along came Gloria, ending the rumors and eventually making a
complete turnaround from her earlier pronouncement that she will not run in the
2004 elections.

Secondly, her no-nonsense approach in attacking every issues thrown at her has
become her plus points. This gung-ho approach plus a solid platform, makes her
a serious bet in the presidential elections. Her sound knowledge in Keynesian
economics and in fiscal policies, her image as a world leader respected by
other head of states, her compassion for the people, especially the poor, her 3
 years service which she fondly claims as her downpayment are central pieces in
her campaign which she boasts so much. Nobody could beat her platform and her
experience she claims.

Thirdly, she has a massive grassroot support that is groundswelling every
minute. This growing support could be credit to her political machine
(Lakas-CMD) and other support organizations like “Biyaheng Gloria” and
“Kasangga ni Gloria.” In fact, Biyaheng Gloria campaign collected 8 million (or
was it 13 million?) signatures signifying their full support to Gloria.

She has candidates in every minicipalities, cities, provinces, congressional
districts of the country. This would translate into votes as these local
candidates would surely ensure not only their own victory but also the victory
of the party as well. Meanwhile, other parties has lesser number of local
candidates, mostly political has-beens running against the incumbents. It is
surely an uphill climb for the opposition.

Fourth, she enjoys the position of being an incumbent president running for the
presidency. The last time it happened was during the Marcos years. It is tempting
to claim that she may be using public funds to finance her campaign. Many
noticed the use of Pagcor and Philhealth funds to finance her programs of
government. The proliferation of Philhealth and Pagcor ads were sure signs of
misuse of public funds they claim. Many losers like senatoriables Rasul and
Boots Anson-Roa, cried foul and filed complaints to the Comelec and Supreme
Court complaining that there was something fishy going on. But as Sen. Arroyo
puts it, “Where do you draw the line between governing and campaigning?” The
line has been blurred because for one, we forgot how it is to have a incumbent
president running for another term.

And lastly, among the clowns, she is the better candidate. Let’s admit it guys,
even if this is hard-sell, she is the most qualified among the rest (and at
this very moment, she seems to be the most winnable candidate). She is not sick
with a prostrate cancer, she has brains unlike FPJ, she doesn’t have a shady
past like Lacson, she has a better platform. She has the support of the
influential Iglesia ni Cristo and probably El Shaddai, she enjoys the
unofficial backing of the Roman Catholic clergy, and the businessmen of Makati,
and have the unofficial blessings of Danding Cojuangco and his NPC and the
Lopezes and ABS-CBN. And she leads the latest survey with a commanding 6% lead.

If you sum it all, we could conclude one thing: an impending triumph of Gloria
and K-4. So prepare the confetti because Gloria will be staying in Malacañang
for another six years. Unless of course if there will be EDSA 4.

Like a badly written script, Poe’s candidacy is going down the drain. The once-invincivible Fernando Poe Jr. is now lagging behind the presidential race. Such scenario was incomprehensible four months ago. It was even unthinkable.

 There are many reason for his dismal showing in the surveys. Among of them are: 1. his rudeness towards the media and his legendary temperament; 2. his lack of enthiusiasm to engage in presidential debates; 3. his positioning as a candidate who can give hope and salvation to the masses; 4. his candidacy’s lack of funds and manpower; 5. lack of grassroot support; 6. and lastly, but the most important of them all, his lack of platform. Such reasons when compiled, piled on top of the other, are sure signs of an impending defeat. But surprisingly, he is in still in the thick of the fight. Such weird phenomenon could be attributed to his star wattage that attracts potential voters like fireflies to a flickering candle.

But his candidacy, as the surveys shows, is constantly sliding down, on the brink of defeat. But the war ain’t over until the fat lady sings.

So in his desperate atempt to takeover and grab the lead, he launched a massive media blitz few days before the elections. He changed his “Bagong Umaga/ Bayan ang Bida” ads into something more presidential, something more “sensible.” Unlike in the “Bagong Umaga” ads wherein someone asked him what he can do for the country, he answered the question with an equally uninspring answer, “Ang tanong dapat ay kung ano ang dapat nating gawin para umunlad ang bansa.” What? Here you are running for president, and you ask a teenager to give you the answers. Oh my God, what happened to the PR people surrounding him? Isn’t he reinforcing his image as someone who is inadequately equipped with the necessary skills to govern 80 million Filipinos? Pardon my language (and sorry for those FPJ supporters out there), but isn’t he such a dumbass?

So to stray away from his image as a slam bang, macho man, movie superstar, he appeared in his second commercial in a barong tagalog with a waving flag as his background. In the ad he was presidentiable enough, someone to be respected, someone to be emulated. He looked good in the barong tagalog. In his patented voice, he laid down his platform for the next 100 days (sic). Pangmatagalang kapayapaan. Permanenteng hanapbuhay. Mas mababang presyo ng gamot. His promises seem too good to be true. As one tambay put it, “para syang nangangako gaya ng isang politiko.” His “platform” is so impossible that it became a habit that I would laugh my heart out everytime I see the ad.

Coming from someone who doesn’t know politics, it is not surprising that he will make such kind of promises. On paper, his platform which covers his 100 days as a president, is fundamentally good but such promises would quickly dissolve into thin air because it is hard to remedy those age-old problems. Unless he declare martial law, he can not do those in 100 days time, not even in 6 years. Yes, I am that confident that an FPJ presidency will mark the end of the Philippines. Someone as delutional like FPJ should have never thought of running for any office.