March 07, 2006


Bambina Wise

Mark, thanks so much for bringing this situation to greater awareness in the blogosphere. My mother has now been charged with sedition, along with two of her columnists. Apparently, her newspaper has "hurt the government's feelings"!

Far from being intimidated, my mother and many members of the press consider this a badge of honor and vow to continue to fight for press freedom, and the constitutionally enshrined right of every citizen to free speech.

Gloria Arroyo's government faces a legitimacy issue - she has refused to come clean regarding allegations of massive poll fraud in the 2004 elections, not to mention the diversion of billions of pesos from a farmers' fertilizer fund into her own war chest, despite the mountain of evidence against her and her corrupt cabal.

There are people in the Philippines who say they don't support the regime, but that the opposition is unpalatable, filled as they are with traditional politicians - trapos, as they are colloquially known, which also means dirty rag. So better the devil you know, is their attitude. But why settle for the devil, especially one who claims with messianic delusion that she is annointed by God?

To oppose Gloria Arroyo and her government is to champion a return to morality and decency. It's as simple as that.

Thanks again, Mark.


Thank you kindly for the link, but it should be www.quezon.ph blog.

Innah carmina david

how can the president spend time processing all of the crimes that the criminals had made ?can she put all the things back to normal that the philippines will have no more crimes to make anymore?

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