Look at that photo splashed by the Inquirer showing a bunch of palace nitwits, behind an obviously amazed President with his new conquest beside him. Communications secretary Ricky Carandang and the rest of the guys were looking like their enjoying their rounds of beer and sipping that ten dollar Whiskey drink inside a bar.
It was, fortunately, not a seedy joint but a respectable place. Hey, it’s a HOtdog concert. What’s so seedy about it?
Well, its the photo that I am extremely concerned.
The photo speaks volumes, of a Cabinet enjoying themselves, drinking themselves to death and gorging on extremely expensive food, while the rest of us wallow in extreme poverty.
The president enjoys being called the country’s most eligible bachelor. Me, I’m just concerned.
Concerned that this bachelorship of this president is being exploited or has been exploited by those whose interests run parenthetically opposed to the people.
What if one of the president’s new date suddenly blackmails him? Or even cry rape or harassment? Possible? Yes, it always is.
How many times in the past did the President’s judgment been influenced by a woman? How many deals did the President allowed all because a woman or a date asked him to?
We will never know. And the Palace does not have the right to tell us that it’s misplaced paranoia.
There’s always a first time. And for a president without a steady date, the day when this happens is always dreaded by those true friends of his.