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“A political organization is a transferable commodity.
You could not find a better way of killing virtue than
by packing it into one of these contraptions which some
gang of thieves is sure to find useful.”—John
Jay Chapman
My
palace mole came through again. He sold me another page
purloined from the queen’s diary.
Dear
Diary:
I’m off
to New York City once again. My press secretary said,
“President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo has decided to
proceed with her planned visit to New York to attend the
high-level debate of the 63rd United Nations General
Assembly [UNGA] and for other high-level meetings with
global leaders.”
As you
can see, it’s not a junket this time around. The UNGA
will be addressing growing global hunger and poverty,
and it needs the world’s foremost expert on the subject
to explain how she made it work for her.
But
that’s not the only reason I’m going to New York. I need
to talk to “high-level banking and financial officials”
to find out how much, if any, did the Government Service
Insurance System chairman invest in those high-yield
investment papers.
As my
Press secretary explained, “There is going to be a
dialogue or briefing from high-level banking and
financial officials. We all know that financial markets
in the United States are going down and, whether we like
it or not, we are affected, although how severe it would
be is not yet known.” I intend to find out.
By the
way, I wonder why my Press secretary keeps using
“high-level” to describe my activities. Should I buy him
a thesaurus?
Anyway,
I wanted to be out of Manila to distance myself from the
plan to extend my term. I don’t want to stay after my
lease expires in 2010, believe me.
I know I
changed my mind before, but that was then. I had a
family to take care of.
Now,
don’t get me wrong, by “family” I don’t mean only the
Macapagal-Arroyo family. I’m also talking about my
political family.
Do you
know how many very hungry mouths there are in that
family? They were the ones who begged me to run in 2004.
I relented because I felt I owed them.
2005
sealed my fate. There was no turning back after I was
caught talking to Garci. I was not going to go down
alone. Family members in Congress, the Court, the state
security apparatus, the business world and the Church
knew they were going to go down with me if they didn’t
do what had to be done.
They all
understood the problem, and quick fixes followed. Fake
impeachment complaints were accepted and legitimate ones
were trashed. An Ombudsman was brought in to backstop
charges we could not evade, and the High Court sat on
cases it could not rule on without appearing too biased.
The Church, true to its calling, came through and
ignored the public’s demand for accountability through
impeachment.
Things
were beginning to smooth over when the 2007 election,
followed by the ZTE-NBN exposé, threw everything out of
whack. Those two events made the Family realize that,
from then on, it was a fight to the finish.
I
thought the Family meant 2010. I didn’t realize they had
something else in mind: to use me as their “get out of
jail” card for as long as they could.
The
country is gagged and bound. My team at the Supreme
Court ruled that any deal involving me is off-limits to
inquiring minds, Merceditas Gutierrez is Ombudsman and
Raul Gonzalez is at Justice. The state security services
pledged to stand by me, and the state spiritual security
service, the Catholic Church, discerned that the real
threat to the country’s morals was birth control, not
the Family’s shenanigans.
Nothing
stands between the Family and the nation’s vault, and
they will always have me to blame in case the shit hits
the fan. That’s why the Family will not allow me to ride
off into the sunset come 2010.
I am now
a contraption for a gang of thieves. Woe is me.
Buencamino is a Fellow of Action for Economic Reforms (www.aer.ph). |