Election is fast approaching. Local politicians are cramming to align with national counterparts.
The same is true with the local folks. Tambays are quarreling over their bets and hurdling mud against each other’s candidates. From where I was recently, most of those running are want we label as “trapos”. Parents who can’t run for the same post are putting in their children. Siblings and cousins are swapping. The local politics seems more like a family affair rather than a discourse on public service. Threats are everywhere. The price of guns and bullets have gone up recently! Goons are in demand.
One time, we strolled on my uncle’s car around town. Tarps are up and everywhere. I was all smile when a local church has the nerve to put up a sign against setting up these tarps along the church perimeters. Astig ah!
I don’t understand how CoA and Comelec are able to put with these tarps, which is very obvious - electioneering (using public funds!) Anyway, that’s their business, not mine.
Saw our barangay captain passing by on his way to settle a problem anew. Napikon ang isa dahil sinisiraan daw ang bet niyang mayor. Di daw sugarol. Bwelta ng isa, ok na sugarol kesa naman kurakot. Hayun rambulan na.
But I remember an older cousin, who observed, the sane candidate loses because he refuse to follow the usual track. The “trapo” wins because he buys vote.
After all the heated discussion, he said, P250 lang ang katapat. P250 and all the idealism is lost.