Dateline: 12 May 2018, Tagaytay City, Cavite
Two weekends ago, at a dinner-reunion with friends, we were saddened by our own consensus that it will take generations to repair all the damage done so far to the country. Last weekend, the Supreme Court fell. By the looks of it, the destructive trajectory is still gaining momentum. In my most troubled but silent moments, pictures of a bulldozed mountain, a bitter hag in robes, ugly wigs and slimy baldheads, public funds in greedy pockets, children dead are like a slideshow on continuous loop. I haven't prayed in crying despair again after surviving the 1990 earthquake... could my next one be near?
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