Two more days and it’s time for the most spectacular magic show on Earth: Elections in the Philippines!
Ballot boxes will disappear into thin air. One plus one suddenly becomes eleven. Long-departed people can vote. Hell, even winged creatures fly from one voting precinct to another. And when they do, the stupidest, most corrupt, and least qualified people suddenly find themselves addressed as honorable senators, representatives, governors, mayors and councilors of this great nation. Can you think of anything more magical than that?
Sigh. I know. My cynicism towards Philippine elections has reached new heights. I mean, I haven’t watched a single TV program ever since ads for these jerkoffs started polluting the airwaves. And I don’t think I ever will again, not after I heard someone sing that Loren Legarda is this country’s only hope. Shame on Ryan Cayabyab by the way for prostituting his song for that ad.
And I’m not going to vote. Not even if someone offers me a trip to the U.S. and sets me up for some free Fort Myers eye surgery to help me see better. I don’t need to see more clearly. Seeing how things are in the Philippines through blurry eyes is bad enough.
