Early Conspiracy

It’s like a show of puppets in a well-crafted skit.

Long before the May Twenty-Ten Elections, they all seem to have prepared themselves already in parading with their most extravagant, most convincing, and some funny, costumes. Some foolery, some with the purest intentions, some, I don’t know, but just the same, they all pose an image of trying-so-hard-to-win-the-masses politician.

Whether he is your companion in pedaling your way to your dreams, or the “protector” of OFW’s and the rights of the poor, or the second-to-throne housing director, or your leftist Mayor of the country’s top business district, or the all-time critic of almost everyone and anyone, and the many others who someway, somehow are making themselves known before the electorate; or simply the incumbent, they are all the same politician’s face – power and greed dominating (this is general, I still give the other leaders their rightful place in perhaps the Nobel Peace Prize?) values and sincere intentions.

It seems to have been planned in the most perfectly persuading way they can, like a magician’s crazy antics in a children’s party, where only perhaps the children and a little adult would clap their way out to an encouraging, “more! more!” , only to get a bluff out of it.

I fear I might see the show worsen in 12 months, being more and more convincing to the masses. I fear that the most selfish plan would triumph. I fear that we would be blinded by the genius of every man behind this big road show.

I hope it won’t.

I trust that in the months to come, like intelligent spectators, we still get to see the flaws and correct them. I believe we could be more curios now to not allow ourselves to be deceived again by some colorful posters or mushy lines, and that like a “pakipot” Filipina, we carefully choose; and even if it takes a hundred years before that “yes” its fine, as long as the one we are giving our vote to is worthy of our trust.