By Al S. Mendoza

 

THE poor brought Bongbong Marcos back to the Palace.

If you can believe that, then you know your history.

Recall that the poor are humanity’s most gullible and stubborn.

They believe lies peddled as truth.

You tell them Bongbong is clean as sheet, they will believe.

You tell them Bongbong is sinless, they will believe.

You tell them Bongbong is not as sinful as his vilified father, they will believe.

You tell them Bongbong’s father did not spearhead the plundering of the Philippine economy from 1972 to 1986, in the process stashing away $10 billion of people’s money and depositing them in several Swiss banks, they will believe.

You tell them the Philippine government has recovered more than $600 million in secret Swiss bank accounts and other assets the Marcos had illegally amassed, they won’t believe.

You tell them the Marcos dictatorship did not commit atrocious human rights violations, massive corruption, killings, forced disappearances and the shutting down of free press, they will believe.

You tell them Bongbong did not fake his Oxford and Princeton diplomas, they will believe.

Like hopeless drug dependents, they will never believe a thing.

And so they voted for Bongbong.  They are so pro-Bongbong they gave the dictator’s son nearly 8 million unbelievable winning margin of votes over Leni Robredo.

Who could ever imagine the voting would end the way it did?

Are we in Jupiter or Mars?

Was Leni really thrashed like garbage despite her magical, tremendous ability to draw the biggest crowds of all time in campaign rallies in Philippine political history?

Not in Mahatma Gandhi’s wildest imagination.

Stubborn the poor have always been that’s why they are what they are today—and will always be.  Poor as a rat.

Pathetic: We see them repeating history when election comes, allowing themselves to be swallowed by sweet-talking vote seekers out to perpetuate a life of misery for them.

They never learn.

What’s funny is, they complain afterwards of their poor conditions—when it was their own undoing that had put them in a horrible hole they themselves had diligently dug.

Willingly, like moths eternally drawn to lamp, they allow themselves to get swayed by promises of a good life by trapos and, yes, comedians masquerading as dedicated public servants.

That’s why we now have Robin Padilla as No. 1 senator—a starkly naked truth of how the poor had voted all these years.

Lito Lapid before.  Robin Padilla today.

No advancement.  No improvement.  No clear sight on the hope of dawn ever coming.

Hard-headed are the poor that’s why they deserve what they get.

They vote for trapos they believe will give them good life.

Such good life has not happened since Manuel Roxas became the first president of the republic in 1946.

It’s that slippery as eel—and there’s nobody to blame but the voting poor themselves.

They continue to be gullible and stubborn, allowing the trapos, the liars, the corrupt, the thieves, to be with us—as perennial as grass.

The old, familiar thugs are back and so are their allies aka tycoons and cronies from the so-called Old Boys Club—happily singing once again the trusted refrain, “Happy days are here again.”

It’s a pity.  Endless pity.

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