The lie
Ed Pontaoe
8 April 2008
The oraca . . .
This print of the maverick Bishop Cruz and the feckless and fatuous deep Throat of a Lozada said it all.
The reality . . .
The sullen faced Lozada with hands wringing belies the chicanery of what he’s up to. He’s anxious of what he’ll say is believable. And Bishop Cruz portrayed the betrayal of . . . don’t-look-at-me-look-at-him glance . . . when he clasped his hands, closed his eyes and went to sleeping mode with a sigh, to separate him from the wizzle-wazzle he got himself involved in.
The switcheroo . . .
If the Bishop’s jueteng crusade died a vainglorious death, how can he pull a fast one from the rotten carcass of Lozada?
The lie . . .
There’s one of a kind of deliberate and premeditated deceit which commonly known as . . . suggestio falsi . . . that’s putting forward a phony or misleading account of events. With all the darts and crap thrown at Arroyo she survives. IT’S NOT WHAT YOU KNOW; IT’S WHAT YOU CAN PROVE.
The precipice . . .
And Bishop Cruz . . . this poor and foolishly oriented advocate of everything weird and radical . . . is precariously running out of options. Time to hang his Bishop’s robe and try another profession.
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