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rotten fruit

First, the police deny they abducted Jun Lozada, whistle-blower of the $330 million ZTE NBN broadband deal. Then they said Lozada was with them, but he asked for police protection. Lozada said he didn't. Then the police said that one of the 13 Lozada siblings asked for it. The siblings denied this -- and ran to the Supreme Court, to file for a writ of amparo protection and habeas corpus for Lozada. PNP head Avelino Razon is one of the few officers I used to admire. We were guests in a talk show ten years ago and he seemed a competent one. I do not know what happened to him.

The images are riveting: Lozada surrounded by nuns -- in front, beside, on his back -- before the crack of dawn, giving a press conference. Lozada talking about love of country beyond the rhetoric that the Malacanang dogs loved to spout. The devil, as they say, is in the details. The man could not be possibly lying, as the lapdogs of Malacanang said. He had individuating details, concrete details, for the caper that was the ZTE NBN deal. Even the police could not make up ONE version for the Lozada abduction. Lozada was consistently detailed in his narration.

Rotten fruit. This is the way this administration is going. Remember Jose Rizal's El Filibusterismo? Ibarra came back to afflict everybody with corruption, so that like an over-ripe fruit, the system would just fall to the ground from the weight of its own corruption. With a loud thud.

That is the way this government is going.

Those of us old enough to have been through the Marcos dictatorship had seen this before -- in the cockiness of Bongbong Marcos now repeated in the cockiness of the two Arroyo siblings three nights ago in Congress when they ousted Speaker Joe de Venecia. These boys were asked to leave the Ateneo de Manila for not meeting the grade requirements. In short, they were kicked OUT of the school.

We had seen this arrogance before, of Marcos and Imelda then, and of the Fat Man and Bugs Bunny now. The roll of fat and the bucked teeth, I am sure, are now panicking. And that oily-faced Abalos looked like a rat trapped in a corner when media hounded him. Asking for $130 million (P5 billion) plus for a project not connected to the elections? I am sure there is a special place in hell for scum like this. And this was the man I debated with in the last elections, now sweating nervously through skin thicker than that of a rhinoceros.

Something, someone, some people are going to fall. The history of this country is going to be repeated.

Two nights ago I was washing my face and said, if there really is a God, he or she should do something to this country -- and soon. Well, maybe there is one, for look, look, look:

Tomorrow, I will attend the 10 am hearing at the Senate. I know it will be packed with people, and revelations will spill, and doomsday for some people is at hand.

It is called karma. Swift and sure as a sword.


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