"KUNG NAGPASOK ka ng
contraband sa airport, paano naging problema ng gobyerno yun? (If you brought in
contraband at the airport, how did that become a problem of government?)”
Idiotic goes Mar Roxas
there, absolutely unbecoming of his Wharton education. No matter the school’s validation
that he indeed finished his undergraduate course, and therefore, rightfully, belongs
in its alumni book.
Roxas’ take on the tanim-bala phenomenon is but one of the
memorable soundbites that rose above the cacophony of politics in the year just
past. Aye, voices impacting singularly on the (un)fitness of presidential
presumptions, belying indubitably presidential pretensions.
Where Roxas was simplistically
moronic, Rodrigo Duterte was graphically horrific: "Tinapos ko talaga. Sabi ko, p---na
nito, ito ang killing na maganda. Pumorma pa talaga ako na parang Fernando
Poe…Tapos kinarga ko sila
doon sa kotse nila, binuksan ko yung tangke, sinunog ko (I really
finished them off. I said, (expletive) this is a good killing. I even posed
like (the action star) FPJ… Then I bundled them into their car, I opened the
gas tank, burned them) to show my brutality.”
Naturally turning both
terrifyingly outlandish and outlandishly terrifying: “700 daw
ang pinatay ko? Nagkulang ho sila sa kuwenta.” (I killed 700? They
underestimated the figures).”
So,
how many really?
“Mga
1,700.” (Around 1,700.)
Human
rights be damned!
In
keeping with his brusko persona,
Duterte could not but complement his bang-bang tough guy with his kiss-kiss
lover boy: “May asawa ako, may pangalawang asawa ako. Dalawa
ang girlfriend ko…Buksan ko ang libro ng Malacañang. Kung may magagandang
naghihintay diyan sa labas, buksan ko 'yung pinto ng kwarto ko (I have a wife,
and a second wife. I have two girlfriends…I will open the books of Malacanang.
If there are beauties waiting outside, I will open my bedroom.)"
Cry
sexism, Gabriela!
But
for all his macho posturing, Duterte is not incapable of juvenile diversions,
as in his recent spirited exchange with Roxas rising out of the elitist’s now
demythicized Wharton education.
Roxas to Duterte’s challenge: "Sampalan? Bakit sampalan, pambabae
'yan. Suntukan na lang 'di ba? (Slapping? Why, that’s for women. Let’s have
a fistfight instead)."
Duterte’s riposte: "Barilan na lang. Ang mga mayayaman takot 'yan mamatay. Ano naman
ang katatakutan ko? (Let’s just have a gun duel. The rich are afraid to
die. So what am I to fear?)"
Reminds me of the settling of infantile differences at the elementary
schoolyard after class: all talk, little action.
As pugnacious Roxas and
Duterte were, Grace Poe and Jejomar Binay were slavishly patronage-seeking. At
least on the issue of the Iglesia ni Cristo implosion.
In the midst of the paralysis at
EDSA caused by the INC rally, Poe had this to say:
“Huwag din natin
maliitin ang importansya ng relihiyon. Ang mga tao na 'yan, ang dinedepensahan
nila ay ang kanilang paniniwala. Nirerespeto natin 'yan at kailangan
pangalagaan din ang kanilang karapatan (Let’s not belittle the
importance of religion. Those people are only defending their faith. We respect
that, and we should also respect their rights.) After
all, those of us in government have the responsibility to explain well to the
people the reason for the steps we have taken.”
Seconded Binay: “We cannot fault the INC for resorting to mass action
to protect the independence of their church from a clear act of harassment and
interference from the administration.”
Yeah, only the idiot fails
to see where Poe and Binay’s hugot came
from and where they were going. The INC bloc, duh. That, with Antonio
Ebangelista’s unraveling revelations of the “sins” of the sect’s hierarchy, is
in real danger of turning into the INC blot.
In the field of religion
vis-à-vis politics, who else but Duterte can get the longest publicity mileage.
For good, or bad, matters not, as that clichéd showbiz quip has long
established.
So the globally beloved
Francis be damned: “Sabi ko,
‘Bakit?’ Sabi sarado na [ang daan]. Sabi ko, ‘Sinong darating?’ Sabi si Pope.
Gusto kong tawagan, ‘Pope, p—na ka, umuwi ka na. ‘Wag ka nang bumisita
dito. (I said ‘Why?’ They said the road
is closed. I said ‘Who is coming?’ They said the Pope. I wanted to call him
‘Pope, you SOB, go home. Do not visit us’)”
So the Mystical Body of Christ be the object of Duterte’s
wrath: “I will destroy the Church and the present status of so many priests and
what they are doing…You priests, bishops, you condemn me and suggest I
withdraw, but then I will start to open my mouth. There are so many secrets
that we kept as children. Do not force (me to speak) because this religion is
not so sacred.”
So who seeks to destroy the Church?
Find it in Matthew 16:18: “And I say also
unto thee, that thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my Church; and
the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.”
Yeah, where Roxas is
merely moronic, Duterte is utterly satanic.