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i told you so, part 2

i said it last year and i will repeat it now. erap is running again for president. last night, in one of his tuhog-tuhog tours in bulacan, he said that civil society and the businessmen have admitted it was a mistake to oust him in 2001. and then he added, in a low voice with dark undertones: "Nagkamali pala kayo, ba't di n'yo ako ibalik?"

And then the turn around: his previous statement was that he would just unify the opposition. After that, he said he might run if could not unify the opposition. Since no opposition has been united in this country since 2,000 years ago, last night his statement was he might run IF the people ask him to do so. I told you so.

I am sure the 30 percent of voters who belong to this constituency would ask for it. If we have 40 m voters and 30 percent belong to him, then that is an astounding 12 million votes. Already. But that might be split several ways, if more of our presidentiables would just open their eyes and see that, really, the massive voting population belongs to the DE cagetory, and therefore, they are the ones that should be reached -- by handshake, by TV image, by radio voice, by film, by komiks, by word of mouth.

And just now, at the Foreign Correspondents' Association of the Philipping meeting, Erap said that the senatorial slate in 2010 would be a powerhouse, naming Adel Tamano, Roilo Golez and TJ Guingona as candidates.

Only Adel would win in this trinity. Roilo is not known outside Paranaque, and TJ will suffer the fate of Koko. When he begins touring the country, instead of the aging Teofisto they would see the younger TJ and ask: "What happened?"

The political pot is boiling.

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Unknown said…
Hi sir. I am Muhammad Maguad, a student of the Uiversity of the Philippines Diliman. I have many friends in Babaylan, a UP organization advocating for the rights of LGBT. Incidentally, I am also a constituent of Rep. TG Guingona.

You wrote on this blog post that:

"Only Adel would win in this trinity. Roilo is not known outside Paranaque, and TJ will suffer the fate of Koko. When he begins touring the country, instead of the aging Teofisto they would see the younger TJ and ask: "What happened?""

May I clarify what did you mean by "TJ will suffer the fate of Koko" and the question '"What happened."'

What was the fate of Koko? Why would people ask "What happened"?

Thanks.

Muhammad Maguad
Ipil Residence Hall
University of the Philippines
Diliman, Quezon City
Monday, April 21, 2008
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