No. I am not self-congratulatory. I am self-mocking. I am being ironic when I say fruitful. I could mean zero since the usual shape of a fruit is a roundround Ow.

I confess: they made a bad choice electing me. I made a bad choice electing myself also. Worst regret, I made a bad choice running at all. I could not have been exposed to the dirty game called politics. The game from which only a handful of people get through without their souls devirginized. You guessed it right; my soul is no more a virgin, the dop (dirty old politics) has touched her. And since he has touched her, I shall arrange their marriage. I will pursue the game.

There is no stopping the local elections in May and Barangay elections are set on October. The latter is still suspect according to DILG. There are several considerations that may preempt the conduct of two major elections within a single year. Should Barangay elections be postponed, our terms will be stretched until 2011. We will make it to the Guinness Book of World Records.

This early, I already am receiving several offers from various political allies, particularly from the disintegrated local opposition. Our family had always been a raucous detractor of the reigning dynasty in Olongapo and I am expected to follow the same track. Butbutbut, I don’t have that kind of thinking. I do not patronize certain personalities, my loyalty belongs to reasons, my loyalty is with ideals. The local opposition here has never proved anything except that they oppose the incumbency only during elections. The fact that they would pick me to their ticket despite my poor performance during the last five years of office is a testament to the kind of politics they promise: the politics of wolves.

And those who keep company with the wolves will learn how to howl.

If howling also means lying, I can attest to the veracity of the proverb. Lying is the necessary evil you can master inside this institution. Since I spent five years with the pack, I have learned the tricks. But of course you can always choose to become honest. The only problem is you won’t stay in power for honesty. You cannot win the people’s trust with honesty. In politics, the rule is that you can lie, you can steal; just don’t let yourself be caught. No, you can afford to get caught if you afford the price of law. Oh, how cynical I am!

Wellwell, before you accuse me of being resigned to the evil the politics is, I better present my agenda for reforms. A single objective that encompasses all objectives for eternal betterment:

Art will rule.

If accomplished, a great deal of problems will be eliminated. Imagine a world that wallows in music, in colors, in poetry. Imagine.

The love of money is not the root of all evil; it is the apathy towards art that is. Stupidity is not the real cause of poverty, the lack of appreciation in art is. The materialist will equate, poverty is: the intensity of the desire times the market value of desire over resources. Let it not us to desire the world, let the world desire us. I only wish to have the power to cure an impoverished soul, and that could only be possible thru the power of art. The Art is God. The Art is Spiritual.

As I have said earlier, I too suffer from the poverty of soul. Not only that she is impoverished, she has been fucked. How could a fucked up soul heal other fucked up souls?

I shall arrange the marriage between my soul and the dop(dirty old politics). They shall vow to compensate each other at the altar of Art.

You can help me by attending the ceremony.

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