All the pats on the back and mutual congratulations by Smartmatic and Comelec on the speedy transmittal of election results turned out to be way premature.
You’ve heard it said before: here in the Philippines there are only two kinds of candidates — the winners and the cheated.
But it should distress us that the countless flaws in the election process are now being exposed at Congress. I mean, for Smartmatic to ignore and flaunt election laws and do away with digital signatures is downright criminal.
Assuming they satisfactorily explain this oversight and ignorance, we still have so much to tackle — including the queue of complainants that testify to cheating, offers to rig the elections, and other sordid details.
One thinks, therefore, what does all of this mean for Ngoyngoy? How widespread was the cheating and vote shaving? How many precincts were rigged? How many instances did we see ZERO votes for other candidates not named Noynoy Aquino?
Will we see the process railroaded to meet the June 30 deadline? Will we be sufficiently assured by then that Noynoy, indeed, won the votes he did?
Someone better tell him to stop projecting himself as president. Not so fast, pare.
And someone better start telling the leeches around him that same thing, too.
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Bong Austero of the Manila Standard Today was spot on when he commented on Noynoy’s smoking problem:
It is the job of the Department of Health to campaign against smoking. The problem is, there is no way it can succeed in this campaign for as long as the chief executive of the country remains a smoker. It’s just ridiculous having a health secretary going out there telling people about the harmful effects of smoking when everyone knows the president cannot kick the habit.
Therein lies what will be a recurring theme for the N/A presidency — a presidency that will be long on talk and short on action.
Noynoy loves to open his mouth, of course, often without regard for the content. It is more about form and bombast for this sensationalist actor who was probably taught this by sister Kritch — who has made histrionics and drama an artform.