The DDS Closet: When You Talk Like a Duck, Walk Like a Duck, But Swear You're a Swan

Oh, the DDS.

Once a proud, vocal, and often aggressively opinionated segment of Philippine society, they now seem to be experiencing a… shall we say, identity crisis.

It's like watching a once-dominant species slowly retreat into the shadows, muttering, "I'm not really a dinosaur, I'm just… an ordinary reptile."

The question on everyone's mind is: Is it now embarrassing to be a DDS?

Are we witnessing the great DDS exodus, a mass migration of former die-hard supporters desperately trying to scrub their social media clean of any trace of their past allegiances?

The answer, it seems, is a resounding "maybe."

We're seeing a curious phenomenon: individuals who exhibit all the hallmarks of a DDS – the unwavering loyalty to a certain former president, the fervent defense of controversial policies, the enthusiastic deployment of online vitriol – yet vehemently deny the label.

It's like a smoker coughing up a lung while insisting, "I don't smoke!

I just… enjoy the aroma of cigarettes."

"Asal DDS, salitang DDS pero hindi DDS?" they proclaim, as if uttering the phrase enough times will magically absolve them of their past affiliations.

It's the political equivalent of "I'm not racist, but…"

But let's be honest, folks. We all know what's going on here.

It's the DDS closet, a metaphorical space where former supporters hide their past allegiances like embarrassing teenage photos.

They're afraid of being judged, of being associated with a political movement that has, shall we say, lost its luster.

The reasons for this DDS identity crisis are varied.

Perhaps they've finally realized that some of the policies they once championed weren't exactly… beneficial to the country.

Perhaps they're tired of being associated with online trolls and misinformation.

Or perhaps they simply want to be invited to parties again.

Whatever the reason, the DDS closet is a fascinating phenomenon.

It's a testament to the ever-shifting sands of Philippine politics, where yesterday's heroes can quickly become today's pariahs.

But let's be clear: there's nothing inherently wrong with changing your mind.

In fact, it's a sign of intellectual growth and maturity.

The problem arises when people try to rewrite history, to deny their past beliefs, to pretend they were never part of the problem.

So, to those who find themselves in the DDS closet, I offer this advice: own your past.

Acknowledge your mistakes. Learn from them.

And for goodness sake, stop pretending you're a swan when you're clearly a duck.

Because let's face it, folks. We all know a DDS when we see one.

And no amount of denial will change that.

The DDS closet may offer temporary refuge, but the truth will always come out.

Eventually, the duck will quack.
And everyone will know.