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the bearable lightness of being

two fridays ago i was at the senate to watch jun lozada uncover the stench of the government. jaws dropped to the floor as he detonated one bomb after another. when a government begins to use all its state power versus one ordinary man and his family, the end has begun. manolo quezon told me that when one of the whistle blowers return, I should tell him: "Come out, come out, come out ka na!" I said I might just do that.

last sunday i attended the pdp-laban anniversary in manila. it was full of people -- ordinary people -- not the bewigged and fragrant ones you find in other political pow-wows. koko pimentel was happy to see me and said i would be perfect as a spokesman of pdp-laban. some mayors, etc, posed beside me for photos, because they said they see me on TV. eyebags and all, i smiled for the camera. as i have said earlier, i ran in the last elections under the pdp-laban banner. but that was in may of 2007. i met with jojo binay and we chatted briefly...

this week saw part two of the jun lozada expose. i did not attend because i knew the people in government would just lie. since i work in the senate and we are supposed to be objective, i would find it hard not to scream and hurl a chair at them.

gen. razon has admitted he told a lie when he stated earlier that the family of lozada wrote them asking for security. also, lozada, an hour ago, admitted that howard dee, a presidential adviser whom conrad de quiros calls donald duck, pressured neri. howard is the brother of dewey dee, who fled during the dying days of the marcos regime, with his loot of millions of dollars. the economy almost collapsed. so something really runs in their family, huh!

and that gaite, the deputy executive secretary of malacanang, gave lozada P500,000 to spend for one week in hong kong. so lozada stayed in a suite for P60,000 per day, then shopped at louis vuitton, et al. he wanted to feel how it feels, to spend mindlessly lots of money not your own. it turned out to be a superficial joy. he could not take it, and in the middle of the week, decided to come home.

and so history is repeating itself. tatad of the marcos era is now bunye of the arroyo era -- bunye who was a poor scholar at the ateneo in the late 1960s, educated and fed and given books by the jesuits, and look what he is doing now to the country and to its people, 70 percent of whom are poor!

the problem with lying is, one day, you will forget your script. notice how the eyes of the people in the government look up to the right when they are being interviewed -- trying to retrieve the words, the dialogues, the frame of the script.

and lozada? he is telling them what he knows, with fear and trembling, but also with the happiness that comes only to the truly free.

the eyes of history see everything.

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Danton, it is Donald Dee, not Howard who is an upright man, past Ambassador to the Vatican. Continue the good work. Pagbalik ko magkita tayo.
sharmaine said…
sir, detonate is the right word. more powerful than those that rocked glorietta and batasan. it's so so beautiful. and serendipitous. what we have been trying to drum up for years but could only happen naturally. and sir, finally, kapow to your and our arch enemy.
Danton Remoto said…
hello martin, are you in bacolod? i might be mistaken, but in the mid 1980s, a dee left the country with millions of dollars, nearly destroying the banking economy. it must be dewey dee, then.

see you in manila
Dewey Dee fled the country in the 1980's hastening the collapse of the Marcos economy. I am in Oklahoma. See you when I return.

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