NAG-MESSAGE NA po ang kalikasan! Huwag na po tayong bumoto ng mga magnanakaw!
Sana maala-ala ninyong
dulot ito ng mga magnanakaw na politiko sa sandaling kaharap na ninyo at
susulatin/bibilugan ang balota sa susunod na eleksyon.
Sana tag-ulan ang
eleksyon. Ang bilis kasi natin makalimot, eh.
Save nyo lahat ng video at
photo ng baha. Yan ang gawin nating kodigo sa election.
Huwag tayong makalimot
kapag election maging matalino sa oras ng pagboto!
Madala na sana tayo sa
wakas, tayong walang kadala-dala.
Keng eleksyon, pakaisip-isip
tamu.
Pota ngeni mu ing muwa mu.
Sana keng eleksyon eka mula-mulala.
IT NEVER fails, after any
major calamity or disaster – voters venting vitriol on incumbents, vowing
vengeance in the next elections.
It never happens, anyway –
the usual suspects getting as easily re-elected.
For, as I have written and
rewritten in columns past --
… In the pursuit of our
electoral exercises do we, as we should, to quote Baruch Spinoza, “… use in
security all (our) endowments, mental and physical, and make free use of (our)
reason”?
Reason, my ass. Reason is
at its weakest when passion is at its strongest. This is borne in Philippine
elections: always visceral, rarely, very, very rarely cerebral. There lies a
chasm as unbridgeable as sin between man and God.
Fettered on patronage, the
electorate makes the vote a commodity to trade for some favor, given or
promised, or to directly sell for cash. The outrageous outburst of Gouverneur
Morris at the time of the infancy of the American nation comes of age anew:
“Give the vote to the people who have no property, and they will sell them to
the rich, who will be able to buy them.” Not only able but willing and raring
to buy them.
Factored on popularity,
the electoral choices tax the intellect of the gnat. Were a brain pool of the
country’s elected officials established – in the Senate and the House,
infamously – it most surely would fit the head of a pin.
Fault not the elected.
Damn the electorate.
So, we have clowns and
idiots in the Houses, so we are the clowns and the idiots ourselves. An
iteration ad nauseam: We just don’t deserve whom we elect. We
are whom we elect.
The booboisie, as H.L.
Mencken put it, is us. And our vote, that “great right grossly abused, and has
become, in practice, a grave wrong.”
