Searching for Pablo

Crazy Jun

February 20, 2008

Who does Jun Lozada think he is?

After years of wading through the muck, suddenly we hear him exclaim, “Yuck?”

Was he like the Roman, Saul (five feet tall?), who persecuted and profited from Christians but got struck by lighting, blinded for bit, until he literally saw the light?

Or how about Chavit Singson, the perpetual member of Estrada’s Midnight Cabinet, who proved to be the missing link, er, linking the deposed president to the illegal numbers game, jueteng?

It’s not enough that Lozada should bring his sullied hands right to the doorsteps of Malacañang and dirty up Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo’s immaculate gown? It’s not enough that Lozada accuse the First Gentleman of making a commission from the NBN-ZTE deal? Can’t he see how sickly the president’s husband is?

I see a pattern here. Lozada has a very nasty habit of bringing his friends down with him. First, there was Romulo Neri. It was Neri who brought him in, taught him the ropes of the bureaucracy, the jargons that honorable men go by. It was Neri who became instrumental for him to hold the position that he once held and the opportunities and perks that come along with it.

Where else could he have gotten the now famous phrase, “moderate their greed?” He doesn’t have the imagination to conjure that. He’s just (as he admitted himself) a probinsyanong instik.

And putting words into Neri’s mouth? Jeez! As the famous phrase above signified, Neri couldn’t have said the President was “evil.” Neri’s got too much imagination on his left pinkie that will blow Lozada’s mind away.

And now this?

Now Lozada has gone too far. Now, he committed the most unholy transgression of all.

His dear, dear friend, Palace deputy executive secretary for legal affairs Manuel Gaite, is now trying to defend himself to the ruthless media before the judgmental public. That’s what he got for commiserating with Lozada.

For what, you ask?

Gaite gave Lozada’s brother, Owe, P500,000 while Lozada was in HongKong. Imagine the betrayal he must feel! Considering that Gaite only receives about P50,000 a month in salaries and allowances but he moved hell to raise that half a million pesos to help out his friend but Lozada butt-fucked him.

"It’s unfortunate that all my efforts at helping Jun Lozada have been twisted by him or made to appear as part of a scheme to prevent him from testifying in the Senate hearing on the NBN-ZTE project, " Gaite was quoted in the papers as saying.

Now Gaite must know how Julius Caesar felt when he was stabbed by his dear friend, Brutus in the name of Rome. But we all know it was more about power and ambition than it was about Rome.

I bet the rest of the 84 million Filipinos would love to have a friend like that. The money came from his own pockets, for chrissakes! That might have been the education fund for his children; or that new car he and his wife are eyeing. Can’t Lozada see the sacrifices his friend went through for him?

(Come to think of it, I’ve got lousy friends. They can’t even buy me a decent meal from Jollibee when I go hungry. Cheap-ass sons-of-bitches.)   

Why would you do that to your friend, man?

Who do you think you are?

You think your voice will be enough to bring the whole system, perfected to be milked by politicians and enterprising aides, down?

Why can’t you just heed our esteemed President’s advice and move on? Stop playing politics. What, you don’t think these investigations and grandstandings don’t have repercussions on how foreign nations look at us?

With your incessant talk and endless exposés, you’re making us all look bad before the eyes of the world.

We have a reputation, see? After all we are the Philippines. 

Home to 84 million cowards, and one bitch.

 

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