I have serious political problems. Shame on me but I have been talking like a true politician. My life sometimes is a great political joke that gets elected!
Sunday. I got a serious matter in my mind that needed careful deliberation.
Alone (not all politicians ally with political party, eh), I went to Sto. Nino Church to say my serenity prayer and headed towards Balyuan.
In my mind, I was solemnly deleberating my next major decision. Like our Senators I have serious relationship problems.
It seems to me that loving someone is as risky as running for the Senate. There is risk of being cheated (dagdag-bawas, perhaps); the risk of losing after investing time and money.
Without a hint – unpredicatably – a couple, both my sangkay – arrived. Of course you would expect them to ask me why I was alone.
I told them in a matter of fact tone that I was thinking of the fate of Chief Justice Renato Corona. It looked like both of them believed. Well, I likewise believed in that lie, too.
But what do you expect me to say?
I have learned the beauty of concealing what I feel. I have learned the craft of true politicians.
I ended up with cans of Red Horse Beer and pancit canton. With nothing in mind. Just like how our legislators slept underneath the Reproductive Health Bill and the Freedom of Information Bill!
That’s life’s most unlikely combination.