When Harry met Rody
I am incredulous that such a high-level staff would commit such an egregious lapse.
Marcos birth date misstated
A newspaper’s copyreader or ombudsman should also ban any further misstatement that Ferdinand E. Marcos was born on September 11, 1917. It should be 1916. I have a copy of his birth certificate, affirming what he said under oath in a Honolulu court in 1986, as I recall it. Kim Lumagbas, a San Beda Alabang Law stude of mine produced Macoy’s birth certificate, echoed by seven others. ABS-CBN should get part of the credit for publishing that fact in 1998, thanks to Melvin dela Cuesta. Indeed, if anyone can show me a Macoy birth certificate carrying 1917, I will eat it.
The Philippine Postal Corp. has to be probed by the Ombudsman, Department of Justice and the Commission on Audit for falsifying history and wasting government funds on a commemorative stamp for the kleptocrat/human rights violator. The year 2017 is not his centennial, but his 101st birth anniversary. Next time I visit the burial ground of my late father-in-law at Libingan ng Mga Bayani, I just may consider trying to go visit Apo’s resting place and see if the epitaph says: HERE A LAWYER LIES STILL, found in an Irish cemetery.
The destruction of our values, institutions and processes that Macoy accelerated in the 1960s1980s, following World War 2, when we still had vestiges of oldfashioned and
continues full blast today. Let’s hope new presidential spokesman Harry Roque will demonstrate a better command of language than Meyor/Prez Rody himself, Martin Andanar and Sal Panelo, with their rather constipated vocabulary. Thus, the regrettable resort to Too bad urbane Ernesto Abella had to be let go. No room for the non-lawyer’s Now, a Digong, Jr.,
But, I hope Harry regards me as a friend; recall Napoleon advising not to disrupt an enemy making a mistake.
Harry’s hollow blocks
I was candidate, Prez- elect and Prez Cory’s echo. I would tell the Palace Brat Pack, “that is what I was told to say, I am not allowed to think here, next question,” and we’d would move on. Brilliant creative Teddy Boy Locsin, another presidential echo, was on his own when he made the inelegant “You’re No. 1” gesture with his right middle finger.
Cory had breeding and elegance, previously required or expected of (I made her lose her temper only once, when I remarked in early December 1989, at the height of a coup, that Senate Prez Salonga was right: there was a perception of her double captivity, by the military and the US. When I got home, my wife at once barked, “
Cory that between her and Uncle Jovy, double captivity I was in, by two women I cherished.) Mar Roxas got it when once he used “PI!” That Digong is not getting it for far cruder lingo galore suggests we may be decaying faster than seems possible. The cycle is savagery, civilization and decay.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me? But, words can hurt too, and the new presidential mouthpiece is shopping for hollow blocks, to throw at us, making us cower in fear. We are cowards pretending not to be so.
If a farmer, after failing to get justice for a daughter raped by an
throws a stone at the