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Dejavu. There is again an outbreak of yellow fever in Manila and the rest of the country. This most virulent virus has afflicted millions and millions of Filipinos across the archipelago. And it is more than welcome. Just like the old days that culminated to EDSA '86. People by the hundreds of thousands pour out into the streets to have one last glimpse of Tita Cory in gloriuos garbs of yellow. The metropolis is deluged with yellow banners, yellow headbands, yellow t-shirts - people wearing yellow something and flashing the "L" sign amidst rains of yellow confetti. The veterans of People power, long retired and given up on the eroded promise of EDSA had awakened from their lethargy.
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It took Ninoy's death to awaken the nation's wrath against the excesses of the dictatorship. Now it looks like Cory's death would have the same effect for this corrupt regime propped by cheating, lying, and deceit. For why are people leaving their comfort zones and braving the heat and the rain just to see the funeral convoy pass by? Why are they chanting “Cory! Cory!” for somebody who can’t hear it anymore? Why are they flashing the defiant Laban sign? Surely it’s not for the beloved Cory to see. Consciously or subconsciously, this public display of love for Cory is also a subtle expression of the people’s repressed hatred and derision for the pa-cute occupant of Malacanang. For inevitably there will be comparisons that could only emphasize how immaculate Cory was and how shameless Gloria is; how great and humble the ex-president was and how deceitful and arrogant the current one is. And the people would know what they missed and what they were being denied; of what should be and what should be not.
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Take a cue from the politicians who have extra sharpened senses for these cryptic messages and body language that hints on the pulse of the people. That’s the reason why they come a-flocking to associate themselves with the Aquino's and distance themselves from the Arroyo's. Like rats jumping out of a sinking ship. But any one with an open mind could read the writings on the wall. Verily, verily I tell you - one of these days, the people’s fury from within will manifest itself unmistakably to the Administration, either in a tumultuous ousting or a whipping at the polls.
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It took Ninoy's death to awaken the nation's wrath against the excesses of the dictatorship. Now it looks like Cory's death would have the same effect for this corrupt regime propped by cheating, lying, and deceit. For why are people leaving their comfort zones and braving the heat and the rain just to see the funeral convoy pass by? Why are they chanting “Cory! Cory!” for somebody who can’t hear it anymore? Why are they flashing the defiant Laban sign? Surely it’s not for the beloved Cory to see. Consciously or subconsciously, this public display of love for Cory is also a subtle expression of the people’s repressed hatred and derision for the pa-cute occupant of Malacanang. For inevitably there will be comparisons that could only emphasize how immaculate Cory was and how shameless Gloria is; how great and humble the ex-president was and how deceitful and arrogant the current one is. And the people would know what they missed and what they were being denied; of what should be and what should be not.
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Take a cue from the politicians who have extra sharpened senses for these cryptic messages and body language that hints on the pulse of the people. That’s the reason why they come a-flocking to associate themselves with the Aquino's and distance themselves from the Arroyo's. Like rats jumping out of a sinking ship. But any one with an open mind could read the writings on the wall. Verily, verily I tell you - one of these days, the people’s fury from within will manifest itself unmistakably to the Administration, either in a tumultuous ousting or a whipping at the polls.
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The days of these arrogant leaders are numbered; they will be disseminated by the cleansing plague called yellow fever! Lets keep the infection rampant and unchecked. Spread the Virus.
.Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!
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That's what I call writing. More, more! .vic
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