Divining the 2016 Presidentiabulls!

DUTERTE IS OUR PRESIDENT! (Divining the 2016 Presidentiabulls)

By JULIO CINCO NIGADO

      Revised from the original, written Sept. 9, 2011, for Opinyon newsmagazine

EARLY birds catch the worms. And, already, they’re worming their way in.

     Now that Vice President Jejomar “ Jojo” Binay has signified his intension to run in the 2016 presidential elections, others are closing in to position for the kill. And you know what making a killing in the Philippines means—literally and figuratively speaking, that is.

     At the Temple’s divination for the annual predictions (2012), Binay leads the way of all flesh and fortune fighting in 2016. But something will happen along the way, the psychic seers say, which will change and challenge the prevailing political landscape of the day. In the eyes of many, Binay is both bad and good as the scenes from his life are unfolded before the public. Old and new bashers will blog every possible space, and it will be a blast.

Davao City's Rod Duterte, Man from the South

     Filipinos have very short memories, and Bongbong Marcos will exploit that reality to the hilt with his catchy campaign calls. Besides, poverty of the mind breeds more physical poverty, thus providing a fertile ground for easy and powerful propaganda. The “final chapter” of the long and well-laid plans of Marcos mice and men will unravel and beguile the unsuspecting majority of the impoverished. Blessed are the poor in spirit…

     But a death in the family will either cut short or catapult Bongbong’s ambition to kingdom come. What worked for Noynoy Aquino will not be operative in Bongbong’s similar bid for the presidency. There’s no such thing as “Marcos magic” in post-Macapagal Philippines. The ghosts of the past will always haunt the guilty in many ways. As the good book says, the sins of the father and mother are visited on their children. So be it.

      Side prediction Two: The Star Batangas beef will take a rough beating in 2012, the 50^th anniversary of some sort of a certain top official in the capital. And the current conjugal house is threatening to become a “colonial” Triad, with the planned entry of the rising son--soon. The so-called imported leaders from the Big City are bleeding the bulls dry, as they make the whole province their milking cow. Ricky was right: his brother’s “goldmine” has made them two of the richest politicians in the country today. Go and check the Senate list. Really now, it’s not all acting, after all.

      At any rate, the man to beat in the 2016 top derby is crowded with pretenders to the tarpaulin throne. This early, Bong Revilla has been floating his name and ambition but, fortunately, he won’t go past the murky waters of the Pasig River. Another incorrigible actor-womanizer in Malacanang will only bring back the black curse of the past, and poison the air. From jueteng to land grabbing to smuggling, what else do Cavitenos have to say?

      How does a Revilla love thee? Shall I count the ways from Candy to Angela to Ruffa to Gretchen to Dina to Joy to Rufa Mae to Katrina? Have I missed something that, for sure, the good senator does not?

     Another pretender who appears in the psychic’s crystal ball is defeated vice presidential candidate Mar Roxas. Well, people need not worry about this one, a Temple master reminds us, because defeat runs in his blood. In 1965, his father Gerry also lost in the same race vice another loser, Diosdado Macapagal.

     And no matter what Mar does at the then-DOTC, now-DILG, it will always be construed as a “miscommunication” to many. Nowadays, they’re all campaigning anyway, so what else is new?

      So much for pretenders who market themselves as one with, and for, the poor, but in truth are actually anti-poor in their acts and mindset. The British say “entrenched mindsets” are the hardest to break. This explains why beating the odds, in Philippine politics, are almost next to impossible—from Bonifacio’s times to ours.

      Side prediction Three: A world-famous Filipino couple will head for the rocks on or after a visit from the Stork on the other side.

      This leads us to the next pretender, who apes another aper.  The Temple people are incredulous with this one but what can they do, as he figures, albeit faintly, in the prediction rites. He may not be the right guy, as they all are, anyway, but he goes for the jugular just the same. The Philippines is one big killing field all over and almost everybody is a killer, one way or the other.

     How Jinggoy Estrada makes a killing has been revealed time and again, and we all know how to sing his coded jingle. Christmas time is fast approaching, and carolers beware! “Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way…!"

      Can we afford that? Jingle all the way… All the way to the dogs? One Erap is a mistake; another is suicide. Levity aside, what are we left with?

      The Temple’s crystal ball blurs as another man from the non-august halls of the Senate comes into view. Too many hearings and investigations purportedly in aid of legislation have muddled the divining glass that the object appears oblique.

     Oh, it’s Chiz Escudero, and he materializes with some cheesy company. “Chiz wiz!” the Temple masters abruptly dismissed him from fully manifesting into their clear consciousness. Goodbye, Mr. Chiz! The least said about him, the better. And he is better left to his own device. Didn’t his wife (before Heart) do just that?

     But, wait. The above-mentioned cheesy company becomes clear as the Chiz guy disappears into crystal oblivion.

     OMG! It’s Chiz Aquino! Good grief, it’s Kris Aquino, I hastily corrected myself.

      What’s she doing in such an illustrious company of wolves, immediately following the footsteps of her slow and undecided brother in Malacanang? Another Aquino for the moon?

     An Aquino after an Aquino is just soooooo much to take, I think we should all bay at the moon and wait for the next cosmic sign.

     One Temple master hollered: “Break that ball!” It was meant to spoil the spell, but no one dared touch the thing. Some feared it might energize and make the image manifest.

      So, we let it stay that way until the Kris apparition in the glass gradually faded into fast fantasy.

      Only then did a defining brown image, from the South, began to form from the center of the crystal ball. In spiritual healing, brown is a strong color as it obliterates all others, except black and indigo, with their mixed presence.

       Black or brown is powerful, very powerful. And when brown is beautiful, all others follow. The reign of the white—and all that it represents – is falling. Let the colors and the colored rise in all their united hues and splendor.

      Most politicians play both vultures and worms of society. And they prey on the unborn, the living and the dead. Indeed, two things are certain in politics: more debts and more taxes.

      So let’s all brace ourselves, and God bless the Philippines!