Of Zombie Politics .... ABS CBN a Boogeyman?

According to the latest gospel of a high-decibel DDS vlogger, President Bongbong Marcos has apparently passed away.

Despite Press Secretary Claire Castro sharing a video of her chatting with a very much-alive BBM, the vlogger insists the footage is "edited" and "fake."

Apparently, in the vlogger’s cinematic universe, the government has mastered the technology to create lifelike President-bots, but can't figure out how to lower the price of rice.

As per usual, when reality becomes inconvenient, the trolls point their fingers at the old reliable villain: ABS-CBN.

The vlogger is livid that the network reported on the President’s actual activities yesterday.

The accusation? That ABS-CBN is "bayaran" (paid off). It’s a fascinating projection—like a person standing in a rainstorm of troll-farm cash, accusing someone else of getting a light drizzle of salary.

The strategy is simple:

Kill the President (digitally).

Attack anyone who proves he’s breathing.

Claim the "Mainstream Media" is hallucinating.

This is a classic "Duterte Legacy" of Media Muzzling.

Netizens were quick to remind us of the drama's prequel. For six years, the former administration weaponized the state like a Swiss Army knife to gut ABS-CBN.

From Rodante Marcoleta’s relentless "hearings" to the final congressional execution of the franchise, it was a powerful module in political retaliation.

And yet, after all those staged spectacles and amplified accusations, there was zero criminal conviction.

No systemic wrongdoing has been proven in court. They didn't win with the law; they won with a remote-controlled vote in Congress.

It wasn't accountability; it was a "chilling warning" delivered in 4K resolution.

The comments section is having a field day with the "Didilis" (DDS) logic.

As one netizen pointed out, it wasn't just ABS-CBN reporting on BBM’s activities—it was every single channel.

To believe the vlogger, you have to believe that every journalist, every cameraman, and the President himself are all part of a massive, synchronized deep-fake production.

This is no longer "political opinion"; this is Kulto-Level Mental Gymnastics. The Routine: A backflip over the truth, a triple-twist away from evidence, and a face-plant into a pile of "fake news."

The Tragedy: Some of these followers have high-level degrees, yet they’ve traded their critical thinking for a subscription to a conspiracy theorist whose only source is "Trust me, bro."

While the trolls giggle and the vloggers rack up "pogi points" from their echoes, the adults in the room are worried.

Spreading rumors of a President’s death isn't just "content"—it’s Destabilization 101.

When you convince a segment of the population that the government is a holographic lie and the press is a paid actor, you don't just hurt the economy; you melt the glue holding the country together.

If the vlogger is so sure the video is fake, why not file a case?

Oh, wait—that would require "evidence," a concept that hasn't visited their YouTube channel in years.

In the meantime, the rest of us will continue to watch the news, where people are actually, you know, alive.

Accountability Escape: Start Shifting Blames

Welcome to another Mindset And Perspective discussion, where we watch the rule of law get bent, twisted, and treated like a suggestion at the buffet.

Suggestion on the buffet? In simpler terms, where the impeach official is allowed to choose what resonates with her... she chooses what she relates strongly to ... what fits her personal beliefs ... and what strikes a chord.

She has the freedom of choice - she was presented with a wide array of ideas to choose from.

She only takes what serves her, fits her goals, or tastes good to her ... no pressure or obligation -she can ignore what doesn't connect.

Our lead protagonist, Inday Sara, has just dropped a legal blockbuster: a Petition for Certiorari and Prohibition with the Supreme Court. (It was reported earlier that she was in limbo and was not aware of her lawyer's plan to file a TRO. Now she was doing it herself.)

She’s not just asking for a "pause" on her April 14 impeachment hearing; she’s asking for a total cosmic reset.

She wants a TRO to freeze the House, a declaration that the whole process is unconstitutional, and a giant legal eraser to rub out everything that’s happened so far.

Imagine you’re playing a heated game of basketball. The referee blows the whistle because you just committed a blatant foul.

Instead of standing on the free-throw line, you sprint out of the arena, hail a cab, and drive to a baseball stadium to complain to the umpire.

That is exactly what’s happening here. The Constitution clearly states that the Legislature has its own backyard (impeachment), and the Judiciary has its own territory (interpreting laws).

But Inday Sara wants the Supreme Court to jump the fence, grab the basketball, and tell the referee to go home.

One of the funniest holes in the petition is the claim of "Irreparable Injury." The OVP’s legal team is crying "foul" because they are being subjected to a "mini-trial" that might hurt her reputation.

Let’s be real: The House investigation is just a fact-finding mission. It’s like a doctor opening your chart for a check-up, and you start screaming in agony before he even touches the stethoscope.

There is no final judgment yet, no conviction, and no sentence. They are crying over a scratch that hasn't even happened.

The petition suggests that the House is being mean and unfair. But under Article XI, Section 3(1) of the 1987 Constitution, the House has the exclusive power to initiate impeachment.

If the House finds enough "smoke," they pass the ball to the Senate, which acts as the actual courtroom.

Why the shortcut to the Supreme Court? If your name is clean, why not head to the Senate—the real boxing ring—and show your evidence?

By running to the High Court, you aren't looking for "due process"; you’re looking for a trapdoor.

Then there is the most creative argument of all: The 2022 Mandate.

The petition implies that because millions of people voted for her, she should be shielded from accountability.

Apparently, in this new version of democracy, a landslide victory isn't just a win—it's an Anting-Anting (Amulet) that makes you wear a bulletproof vest against questions.

If we accept the "I’m too popular to be investigated" defense, then accountability becomes optional.

We’re basically saying that if you’re famous enough, the law is just a polite suggestion.

The real satire here is the precedent this sets.

If we allow every investigation to be killed by a thin piece of paper from a higher court, we are teaching our leaders a very dangerous "Life Hack."

We are telling them: "Don't bother preparing an explanation. Don't bother showing receipts for your confidential funds. Just find a taller door to run to."

When finding a loophole becomes more important than finding the truth, justice becomes nothing more than a window display—pretty to look at, but impossible to touch.

Democracy doesn't die with a bang; it melts away every time we let someone in power take the "shortcut" around the truth.

" The Supreme Court "Supreme Interruption

The impeachment cliffhanger is on, and what do you expect?

Everybody wants to have a front row seat and witness firsthand the courtroom dramas and the personalities that were involved in these whodunit series.

The Vice President's legal team has rushed to the Supreme Court to file a TRO, desperately attempting to halt the looming April 14 impeachment proceedings ... a deadline for the VP's final exam she hasn't studied for.

With a straight face worthy of an Emmy-winning performance, the Vice President claimed total ignorance of her lawyers’ strategies—a supporting role in her own defense that's Oscar-worthy. It’s a bold narrative choice—the "Rogue Attorney" plot twist.

We are led to believe that a team of top-tier, de campanilla lawyers decided, on a whim, to draft a complex Supreme Court petition without ever mentioning it to their client over coffee.

"Surprise! While you were busy focusing on everything except your job, we secured a TRO." That actually surprised their client .... surprisingly.

Her plea of ignorance is charming, but it holds no weight; in the court of public opinion, that defense is viewed as less credible than 'the dog ate the confidential funds.

Now, let's talk about the Supreme Court’s sudden urge to join the legislative party. According to the Constitution—that pesky little document—Congress has the "sole power" to initiate and try all cases of impeachment.

"Sole power" usually means "Just us. Everyone else, stay out."

But the Supreme Court seems to view "sole power" as more of a "suggestion for a group chat."

By entertaining a TRO to stop a coequal branch from performing its only unique job, the High Court is practicing a very creative form of "Judicial Restraint."

By "restraint," they apparently mean: "We will restrain Congress from doing anything that might make the OVP uncomfortable."

It’s like a referee running onto the field mid-play to take the ball away because the other team’s feelings are hurt.

If the Supreme Court issues this TRO, they aren't just interpreting the law; they’re effectively exercising a Veto Power over a coequal branch’s internal House rules.

Imagine the precedent!

Congress: "We’re going to debate the budget."

Supreme Court: "Wait! Someone filed a petition saying the lighting in the plenary is too bright. TRO! No budgeting until we decide on the bulb wattage!"

If the Supreme Court decides that the procedure is unconstitutional for the second time, they aren't just "guardians of the law"—they’re the Life Coaches of the OVP. ---

What happens if the Court succumbs to the pressure for a Round Two?

1. Impeachment Becomes a Myth: The "Sole Power" of Congress becomes a "Permission-Based Request" from the Judiciary.

2. The OVP Wins by Stalling: In the world of Philippine politics, a TRO doesn't just "restrain"; it "embalms."

By the time the Court finishes "deliberating," we’ll probably be arguing about the 2028 election results.

3. Co-Equal? More Like Co-Dependent: The balance of power will shift so far toward the Padre Faura side of the scale that Congress might as well move their sessions to the Supreme Court lobby for easier consultation.

To declare the procedure unconstitutional twice is not a "legal correction"; it’s a Season Pass to Immunity.

If the High Court steps in to stop April 14 from happening, they aren't protecting the Constitution—they’re just providing a very expensive umbrella to keep the Vice President dry during a political thunderstorm.

At this rate, the only thing "sole" about the power of impeachment will be the souls of the lawmakers who have to keep explaining why they can't do their jobs without a permission slip from the Justices.

Dumb Question

If you ask a stupid and a dumb question, in the eyes and ears of the one listening, you are stupid and dumb for asking one.  

However, if you don't ask a stupid question, you remain stupid for not having the balls to ask and press for answers, even if in reality, your inquisitiveness thirsts for answers.

So choose your wild. Ikaw ba ang taong ayaw mapahiya dahil iniisip mo na ang iba will think na stupid at impertinente yung mga tanong mo?

Or ikaw yong tao na di bale nang tanga ang tingin ng iba sa iyo ... ang importante lahat ng katanongan mo ay nasagot at wala kang agam-agam or doubts sa mga nangyayari sa paligid mo?

Or ikaw yung taong parang si Kris Aquino na taklesa… hindi iniisip kung ang mga tanong niya ay nakaka-offend… at wala sa lugar? Tanong lang nang tanong, kesehodang may nasasaktan na?

Sa isang collab concert ng SB 19 at BGYO ... nagkita ang  dalawang magkaibigan.

Francis: Ano ang ginagawa mo dito?

Nabigla at medyo na-offend si David sa tanong. Concert ito ... di lang ba tama na siya ay nandoon para manood at mag-enjoy? Alangan namang mag-GOLF?

Feeling ni David parang ini-ismol siya. Siya lang ba ang may karapatang manood ng concert at gulat na gulat siya na nandoon din ang iba? Siya lang ba ang can afford to shell out his hard-earned money para ma-enjoy ang kanyang gabi?

David: Wala lang (Dry niyang sagot)

Francis: Ano bang klaseng sagot yan? Wala lang? Nandito tayo para manood at magenjoy.

(O di ba ... alam niya rin pala ang sagot.) Wala lang ba siyang masabi at iyon ang una niyang naisip? Ginawa lang ba yon for the sake na makabati lang?

Ingat ingat lag mga tol ... lalo na kapag kaharap mo ay sensitive. Either sisirain mo ang gabi mo ... or sisirain mo ang gabi niya.

We Never Changed: We Alwats Choose Thieves As Leaders

It is one of those dreams This time, our time machine brought us to the Praetorium, Jerusalem, 33 AD.

Pontius Pilate, who was pacing back and forth, looking stressed and vaguely bored, addresses a raucous crowd.

Pilate: Alright, alright, settle down! I have a question for you, the esteemed citizens of Judea!

I have two prisoners before me: Jesus of Nazareth, who claims to be the King of the Jews, and Barabbas, a... well, let's just say he's a "businessman" with a penchant for "redistributing wealth."

(The crowd murmurs. A few "Barabbas!" shouts are heard.)

Pilate: Now, according to Roman law, I am allowed to release one prisoner as a gesture of goodwill.

So, tell me, who shall it be? Jesus, the alleged miracle worker, or Barabbas, the... entrepreneur?

(The crowd erupts. A man in the front row, wearing a suspiciously modern-looking "Barabbas for Governor" t-shirt, starts chanting.)

Man in T-shirt: Barabbas! Barabbas!

Pilate: (Sighs) Yes, well, "getting things done" isn't always a good thing, is it? Barabbas has been accused of theft, inciting riots, and... (checks notes) ...tax evasion?

(The crowd cheers louder.)

Pilate: Tax evasion? Really? You're cheering for a tax evader?

Woman in the Crowd: He's just misunderstood! The taxes are too high anyway! He's fighting the system!

Pilate: He's robbing the treasury! How is that "fighting the system"?

Another Man in the Crowd: He's creating jobs! He's giving back to the community! (Whispers) ...in the form of small bribes.

Pilate: (Massaging his temples) This is insane. Jesus, on the other hand, has been accused of... blasphemy? And claiming to be the Messiah?

(A few scattered boos.)

Pilate: So, let me get this straight. You'd rather release a known thief than a man who preaches love, forgiveness, and... (checks notes again) ...free healthcare?

Man in T-shirt: Jesus is an elitist! He's out of touch with the common man! Barabbas understands our struggles!

Pilate: (To himself) I need a vacation.

(He addresses the crowd again, his voice dripping with sarcasm.)

Pilate: Fine! Have it your way! Who do you choose? Jesus or Barabbas?

(The crowd roars in unison.)

Crowd: Barabbas!

Pilate: (Throwing his hands up in the air) So be it! I wash my hands of this!

(He gestures to a Roman soldier.)

Pilate: Release Barabbas! And... (sighs) ...crucify the other one.

(The crowd cheers. The man in the "Barabbas for Governor" t-shirt high-fives his neighbor.)

Pilate: (Muttering as he walks away) Two thousand years from now, they'll still be making the same mistake. I should have invested in hand sanitizer.

(Fade to black. A title card appears: "Philippine Elections, they always choose a thief as their leaders.)

The Gospel According to Robin

Calling literary giants like Shakespeare and Cicero ... Move over and step aside. 

The Senate’s new leading man plays to the cameras with all the intense, budget-thriller energy of a '90s straight-to-Facebook release.

Senator Robin Padilla’s recent 'litanya' on the Senate floor was so theatrical, it felt more like a movie scene than a legislative session ... we wonder the Senate President didn't yell "Lights! Camera! Action!" before he started. 

Our resident action star-turned-legislator has decided that the biggest threat the Filipino people face isn’t inflation or the South China Sea—it’s the people who are "politicking" during a gasoline crisis. 

And he dares to make statements like: "Tandaan ninyo ang mga mukha at huwag nang iboto," Robin thundered, presumably while imagining a slow-motion explosion in the background. 

It was a classic "Protector of the Poor" monologue. He’s the lone hero standing against the "villains" of political ambition.

It’s a touching sentiment, really. 

One can almost hear the melancholic saxophone solo playing as he defends the masses from the evil clutches of ... accountability inquiries. The Great Piattos Defense. 

But the real cinematic climax came when he addressed the investigation into the Vice President’s office. "Ano ba naman ang iniisyu natin sa VP natin... Piattos?" 

There you have it, folks. In the Robin Padilla Cinematic Universe, ₱125 million in confidential funds isn't a constitutional question—it’s just a snack habit. 

Why are we bothering the Vice President about receipts when we could be talking about how good a snack Piattos is and how crunchy it is?

It’s a bold legal strategy: The Junk Food Immunity Clause.

If the evidence is salty and delicious, impeachment must be dismissed!

Then came the pièce de résistance: "Tigilan ninyo ang sobrang daming ambisyon… Wala pa kayong nagagawa para sa bayan na ito at gusto ninyong maging pangulo."

Wait, let’s rewind the tape. Who exactly has been moving around the country with a "working" tour, holding rallies, and being floated for 2028 since, well, 2022? 

Robin seems to have pointed his prop gun at the wrong target.

 He’s telling everyone else to stop dreaming of Malacañang, while his "Leading Lady" in the OVP has been practicing her inaugural wave since the midterms.

It’s like the villain in a movie shouting, "Stop trying to be the hero!" while he’s literally holding the city for ransom.

Robin’s litanya is, quite frankly, a chef d'oeuvre in"Method Legislating.

He’s playing the role of the humble patriot so well that he’s forgotten that the Senate is for debates, not auditions.

He wants us to stop "politicking," but what is a three-minute monologue defending a political ally if not... politicking? 

He wants us to "remember the faces" of those who question the budget, but maybe we should remember the faces of those who think a snack brand is a valid defense for millions in missing funds.

Senator, we love the passion. We love the baritone delivery. But maybe keep the "good vs. evil" scripts for the big screen.

In the real world, "ambition" is usually spelled S-A-R-A, and "accountability" isn't something you can just punch your way out of in the third act.

Satire Dream: I Was The Correspondent of A Local YV Station Covering Jesus Last Words

I was in Golgotha in my dream, circa 33 AD. Jesus hangs on the cross, looking less than thrilled. 

A crowd of Roman soldiers and assorted onlookers mill about, mostly bored.

Jesus: (Straining) Father... forgive them... for they know not what they do...

(I was there firsthand ... inexplicably present, and scratching my head and muttering)

Butch John Jason: Uy, wait lang Jesus. Hold up. "They know not what they do?" With all due respect, Lord, but I think you got the wrong crowd.

(Jesus looks down, confused.)

Jesus: What do you mean? They're crucifying me! Surely they don't understand the gravity of their actions!

Butch John Jason (Scoffs) Gravity? Lord, these guys? They're pros! They know exactly what they're doing.

(I pull out a smartphone and scroll through a news feed.)

BJJ: Look, this centurion here? He's got a side hustle selling indulgences. And that guy over there? He's spreading fake news about you being a communist. They even got Pilate on payroll!

Jesus: (Eyes widening) Fake news? Indulgences? Pilate's corrupt? But... but I thought they were just following orders!

BJJ: (Shaking his head) Lord, you're too good for this world. These guys are playing 4D chess with people's lives. They're gaslighting the masses, stealing from the poor, and rewriting history faster than you can say "Resurrection."

(At this point, I showed Jesus a meme.)

BJJ: See? They're even making memes about you! "Jesus: Fake News Victim." Can you believe it?

Jesus: (Sighs) So... they do know what they're doing?

BJJ: Lord, they're practically experts! They've got think tanks, PR firms, and a whole army of trolls dedicated to spreading misinformation. They're not ignorant; they're malicious!

Jesus: (Rubbing his temples) This is... more complicated than I anticipated.

(He pauses, then speaks with newfound resolve.)

Jesus: Okay, new plan. Father... forgive them... because they know exactly what they're doing, and they're doing it anyway. And maybe, just maybe, send a lightning bolt to their social media accounts. Amen.

(Hearing that, I was nodding approvingly.)

BJJ: Now that's the Jesus I know! Laban!

(The Roman soldiers, completely oblivious, continue hammering nails. They didn't even know I was starting a Facebook live stream.)

BJJ: Guys, you won't believe what's happening up here. If you won't believe it ... check it out yourself!