Satire: The Tough Guy Paradox

 In a stunning display of historical revisionism, Senator Robin Padilla has officially branded the current generation as "Softies." 

According to the Senator—a man who once made a living pretending to kick people in slow motion—the 80s and 90s were a golden era of emotional ironcladness where "depression" was just a word used for craters on the moon.

Back in the day, Robin asserts, children didn't have "feelings"; they had "asphalt."

"We didn't sit and cry," the Senator reminisced, presumably while wearing a leather vest in a non-ironic fashion. 

"We learned from the streets! 

If you felt sad, you just stared at a sunset until your eyes burned, and then you went back to being a man."

However, a strange atmospheric phenomenon has recently occurred. 

While the youth are being scolded for their "fragility," a localized monsoon seems to have hit the Senate floor—specifically in the ocular region of the "Tough Guy" brigade (Padilla, Bato, and Bong Go).

In what critics are calling The Crying Game: Hague Edition, we have witnessed a fascinating evolution of the "Street-Smart" philosophy:

The Strong Tsinators were observed:

1. They can cry too (almost like the Weak Youth), but it is not because they are weak. It is just a normal reaction because a summon from the Netherlands arrived.

2. They even had "unabashed sobbing" in public. But don't make those tears fool you. It was just a facade ... a political statement.

3.  They seek a camera lens to capture their fear of ICC ...but those were not the actual fear of a strong man. Those reactions were there for a reason - the finicky and very discriminating public loves a good melodrama when they see one. 

They are doing that girly stuff for public consumption  ...(and for the internet too) don't you see?

It is truly a marvel of modern biology. Senator Padilla, alongside Senators Bato and Bong Go, has pioneered a new form of "Street Wisdom": The Tactical Tantrum.

When the International Criminal Court (ICC) started whispering the name "PRRD," the iron-clad men of the 80s didn't exactly "walk it off." 

Instead, they turned the Senate into a high-end spa, providing enough salt water to solve a regional fish sauce shortage. 

Apparently, in the "Tsinator" handbook, crying because you’re overwhelmed by the complexities of the 21st century is "weakness," but weeping like a Victorian widow because your boss might have to explain himself to a judge is "loyalty."

If you want to be a real man according to the current Senate standards, please follow these steps:

1. Publicly Mock a teenager for having an anxiety attack.

2. Mention the 90s at least twice every hour.

3. Immediately Melt into a puddle of sentient tears the moment a legal document from Europe is mentioned.