In the revered halls of the House of Representatives (where you found a profound sense of awe), the impeachment hearing of Vice President Sara Duterte has officially pivoted a 180-degree turn - the eerie feeling of deep reverence and respect has changed in an instant, disintegrating into a "putso putso" variety show.
I also could not understand the mechanics of how Cong Luistro stomached accepting this damned if you do .... damned if you don't job)
For sure, she is losing her sanity in the process, as she meticulously follows the Supreme Court's major suggestions to the letter on how to do the ABC of impeachment proceedings.
They can't afford a repeat of last year's debacle, and getting a stamp of approval from SC is all they need.
So they have to do well, keeping in mind that they have to adhere to and execute their guidelines.
I almost lost count of how many times the Justice Committee was frantically trying to reach the VP and also the Office Of The Vice President, and presumably getting nothing but a voicemail recording of someone crunching on Mary Grace Piattos.
The real "pasavogue," however, was not what we discussed in our intro.
It was provided by the man, the myth, the uninvited guest: Rep. Paolo Marcoleta.
Some netizens are beginning to wonder because of their strong resemblance and demeanor, they asked:" Was he the son of Rodante Marcoleta? "
Did you see how audacious and sanctimonious ... he was?
Marcoleta has pioneered a new legislative hobby: Procedural Party Crashing.
Not being a member of the committee, he possesses a supernatural ability to materialize whenever a microphone is live and a debate is brewing. He has perfect timing, too.
Netizens are split on his motivation:
The "Loyalist" Theory: He’s doing it for Sara.
The "Main Character" Theory: He’s doing it for himself.
Like a legislative version of a "chip off the old block" (shoutout to the Barzagas and Levistes of the world), Marcoleta has decided that when the rest of the room is wearing yellow, he’s going to wear neon plaid—just to be different.
He claims he’s doing it for "The Filipino People," but at this point, the Filipino people are mostly getting tired of his father's antics, having two Marcoletas in the Senate, and the HOR is a hard pill to swallow.
His performance today was cringeworthy, causing acute embarrassment and awkwardness even from the most jaded netizen.
Marcoleta unleashed a flurry of "arguments" so baffling that one of his colleagues eventually had to perform a legal mercy killing, moving to have everything he said stricken from the record.
When faced with the prospect of his words being erased from history, Marcoleta—ever the comedian—quipped: "Baka wala nang matira?" (Maybe nothing will be left?)
Give the man a trophy for honesty! It was a moment of rare self-awareness.
If you strike out the grandstanding, the interruptions, and the "main character" monologues, the transcript of his contribution would indeed be very clean and very empty.
The father-and-son tag team is a tragicomedy.
Rodante Marcoleta was once known as a "de campanilla" lawyer, a man whose baritone voice could command a room.
But somewhere between the ABS-CBN shutdown and the "Piattos" defense, the father chose a different career path: Professional Caricature.
Now the son is following his footsteps like they were Siamese twins.
In Paolo's experience yesterday ... he doesn't mind being the laughingstock as long as he’s the center of the laughter.
The Goal: 100% attention.
The Result: 100% achieved.
The Cost: A reputation that is now less "No-Nonsense Congressman" and more "Court Jester of the Lower House."
He kept on saying he was just manifesting and reacting to what he had heard. But who believes him?
He was reading his reactions - in other words, those reactions have long been done ... even before the hearing started. One netizen jokes ... his reactions were done by the father.
Despite several congressmen arguing with him—essentially trying to tell him that he doesn't even work here (in this committee)—Marcoleta remained unstoppable.
He is the legislative equivalent of that one uncle at the wedding who wasn't invited to the speech portion but somehow ends up with the microphone and a 20-minute story about his gallbladder surgery.
As the impeachment moves forward toward its April 14 climax, one thing is certain: the "Piattos" might be fictitious, the "Marines" might be AWOL, but Marcoleta’s need for the spotlight is the most verifiable fact in the building.
In the House of Representatives, you can be a lawmaker, or you can be a meme.
Marcoleta has made his choice, and unfortunately for the record-keepers, there isn't enough "white-out" in the world to keep up with him.



