I spent the wee hours of May 14 depressed, stressed out and feeling suicidal. Whatever hope I have for this country was dashed when the results of the previous day’s elections started trickling in showing the same trapos — the same sweet-talking scions of political clans, the same warlords and plunderers and dolts — taking commanding leads early on in the races. This made me feel sick to my stomach. I felt like a fool for believing that this particular election will be different.


May 13 midterm elections: Dude, where’s my precinct?

Even in Antipolo, my last bastion of hope and sanity when it comes to politics, the tides seem to have changed. A member of the Ynares dynasty of Rizal is trying to seize control of the city hall, and judging from what I saw yesterday at our polling precinct, hoping it will not happen is an exercise in futility. There were just too many idiots willing to sell their souls for a price, even for a cheap fast food meal. Sad.

And the Senate race? Forget it. Very little hope there. The fact that millions of voters thought political greenhorns like Nancy Binay and Bam Aquino are fit to sit in a body that crafts and passes laws will baffle me for a long time. I hope they’ll prove me wrong in the near future.

Otherwise, this country is better off at the bottom of the South China Sea.


Why I heart Solenn

Yesterday was a rotten day weather-wise, but all Sen. Tito Sotto and the others who claimed to have been victimized by “cyber-bullies” probably saw was sunshine.

Well, why not? Despite strong opposition from various groups, the Cybercrime Prevention Act of 2012 took effect yesterday, which meant anything you say and post on the Internet from now on could be used and held against you in a court of law.

Beware, the government is saying. One wrong post and you’re off showering with the hoodlums and rapists in your friendly neighborhood city jail. Unless you learn to keep your opinion to yourself, the government will make your life more miserable than it already is, and not through additional taxes.

Solenn Heussaff: I rather have haters.

As of yesterday, nine petitions have been filed with the Supreme Court asking for a TRO on the implementation of RA 10175. Even re-electionist Sen. Chiz Escudero took a break from dating Heart Evangelista earlier this week to file a bill seeking amendments to the law. (Ooopps! Is that a libelous statement? God, no…) Results are still forthcoming.

Of course, if you’re on the other side of the fence — meaning you have either become a target of these noisy armchair revolutionaries, these gutless fucks who hide behind their MacBooks, these effin’ clowns who think they know everything, or just fed up with the know-it-all attitude  common among members of the Facebook Generation — you’ll be stroking your massive boner endlessly with this law. Finally, you’d say. Something to make these morons shut up.

Perhaps there is really a need to sanitize the Internet (kiddie smut, WTF!!!). But, hey, at the expense of a fundamental right?

As Solenn Heussaff so succinctly put it during our dinner last night (actually, on Twitter):  “I rather have haters and people bash me than have no right to freedom of speech. There are more important things to be taken care of in the Philippines than cyber-bullying.”

Right, Solenn. That’s why I love you.

Friday, 2:23 a.m.

“I fake it so real I am beyond fake…”

Tired, sleepy and beaten by the heat. Yet I must write this before the moment passes…

Here’s a picture of me punching out for the last time as deskperson for GMA News Online. The dejected look was as fake as a politician’s smile on campaign period, but that didn’t mean the departure was not without sadness. I left the building with a heavy heart.

Truth be known, quitting that gig was not easy — I’ve been there four years and three months, and there were people there who were worth treasuring as friends, and I kinda like its free high-speed Internet — but an offer came and I blinked at it and ultimately had to say yes. After all, I’m at a point in my life where I don’t want to be held hostage by my comfort zone. Or free high-speed Internet, for that matter.

Sigh. So next week will be the start of a new chapter. I’m equal parts nervous and excited. Adjusting easily to a new environment, after all, has never been one of my strong points. But what the hell.

Fashion statement

Check it out. A cool black shirt to add to my collection of cool black shirts.

This one’s special, though, as it describes exactly how I feel with this political circus going on in the Senate. Yeah, I’m talking about the so-called Coronovela — the “historic” impeachment trial of Chief Justice Renato Corona. This made my job a living hell last week, and I shudder at the thought that this may go on for months. Months! Why can’t they just lynch Corona and be done with him?

But seriously, I don’t have a dog in this fight. Although I think Corona is not as clean as he wants us all to believe, I am also dubious at the real motivations of his accusers, particularly that bumbling set of fools they call the House prosecution team. It was fun watching them get whipped and humiliated by ex-Justice Serafin Cuevas, the 83-year-old lead defense counsel, during the first week of the trial.

What the hell. Working in the media for a more or less a decade now seems to have turned me into an unapologetic cynic. But so what?