Death by Suffrage

I don’t know how or where to start. Writing long and winding articles have always been where I’m good at. I have also been believed to have the gift of expression — I find it easy to say (or write) exactly how I feel. But now I can’t seem to mince words to express myself.

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Something has gone awry these past few days — since Monday night to be precise. My heart is heavy, if not completely shattered post-election day when the results started coming in.

It just dawned on me — just now, how I should begin this post.

“Hi. My name is RJ and I am a sore loser.”

I have stopped updating my election results post just this morning after waking up to a persistent heartache — that which pierces one’s soul and wouldn’t stop until you bleed to death. You might think I’m just being poetic, but I’m not. I have put up with this for almost a week. I need a breather.

There is an air of melancholy in my otherwise bossa nova-filled house. I have been living off fast food since Monday. I can’t seem to cook or even want to. I can’t seem to empty my head of everything I’m seeing and hearing. I am filled with such sorrow as if someone had just died.

For days now, I am trying to sort this out and have resorted to mindless singing and dancing and an obsessive-compulsive reading of news feeds since after elections. It’s as if my phone is glued to my palm and my news feeds are what’s keeping me alive. I check on the news by the minute, afraid that I may miss out on latest events. But the truth couldn’t be farther — I was (and still am) hoping that one of these days I will find the answer to this nagging question: “What happened? Where did my vote go? Are you saying that while some candidates were hard put on raising issues and platform above ‘personality’ millions of people weren’t even listening?” Maybe they were listening — to public radio. Can you blame them? Debates are boring. Mudslinging is oh-so-fun. Scandals and rumors are titillating. Economic and constitutional reforms are not.

Plans vs. Zombies

I feel like a log drifting in open water. All these, because I have filled my heart and head with so much enthusiasm and hope that change is gonna come — and my candidate of choice would be that “knight in shining armor” who will snatch this damsel-in-distress-of-a-nation from the clutches of hopelessness and jadedness. Like the “Prince Charming” of fairy tales, it was destined to wake up this sleeping-beauty-of-a-nation. Not for happily ever after, but at least, for sustained socio political and economic stability.

But this is real life. No knights in shining armor, no princes charming. Heck, not even “sober” damsels-in -distress!

Nobody cares about sober plans. In this country, if you can gather a sizable crowd of zombies who idolize you (or the blood that runs through your veins), you can be president. Heck, you can even snatch the post if that’s what it takes! You don’t have to be believable. You just have to be a wonderful and convenient choice!

If this is a fairy tale, this is “The Pied Piper and the Charmed Herd: Destiny of Doom”. Okay, I made that up.

All hail the hypocrites!

I am not happy that we have once again found ourselves at this road. Doesn’t it all look too familiar to you?

The name. The reason. The circumstances. Even the battle cry.

I refuse to put up with all this hypocrisy about unity and acceptance and moving on. I am sorry. I am a sore loser and I’ll probably die being one. Go on your merry way with your unity rally, one less person isn’t such a loss to you — in the same way one more vote didn’t turn out to be significant enough to change the course of history.

Where are thou?

I miss Jose Rizal. Not that I’ve known him personally of course. I just wish he was here. His wisdom would have enlightened us.

I miss Andres Bonifacio too. His courage and trusty bolo would have inspired us to damn the odds and just do what the @#$@#$ we had to do to straighten things up.

I miss heroes of the old days — those we can only read in books. Those whose sacrifices were so real that the stench of their blood-soaked clothes will kill you. Those who never, not once, thought of doing it for themselves, but always for the country.

Those who despite standing alone, stood their ground and paid a dear price for it.

Where have they all gone? Why is it so hard to produce the likes of them in this generation?

Mere tokens

I have, for over a year, written until my fingers refused to type any longer, read until my eyes drooped in weak surrender — hoping and even believing that I was in fact, preaching to the choir.

I was wrong. I could have tried harder. I could have done better than being a slacktivist. Because if I did better, maybe I wouldn’t feel this bad. But then again, maybe even that would not have been enough.

You’ve probably sensed the stinking incoherence in my writing right now. I am sorry to disappoint you today. As of this time, I am going through difficult stages of denial, anger, grief and pain — in random order and in frequent attacks. I do not understand why I am not as happy as everyone else. And it’s not just because my candidate lost. It’s because he lost by a HUGE margin. So huge that I tear myself up each time I update the partial and unofficial results.

As far as I can see, we are nowhere near the end of the tunnel. And even if we get there, them political swindlers will just keep on buying new tunnels — because they don’t want us to see the light. Because if we did, we’d be so terrified to see how monstrous they all look like in broad daylight.

I won’t tell you there is hope. There is none. We have single-handedly (as a nation) killed hope in one day.

Parting words

Democracy isn’t about conceding to the majority. It isn’t about mindlessly following the herd to the ditch. It isn’t about repeating history over and over just because someone said “Practice makes perfect.” — this isn’t sports or arts — this is the very fiber that holds us together — the very ground we are standing on — the very air we breathe. And logic dictates that it isn’t even about the majority knowing what’s best for everyone else.

Democracy is an exercise of people’s responsibility to defend the weak and to subdue the strong — to uplift and protect the interest of the true minority in order to maintain balance, order and harmony. In simple terms — to take care of each other.

And by that definition, the democracy you all so proudly speak of — is dead.

P.S.

Due to these recent events, I have decided to stall this blog. If it were up to me, I’d rather not blog about politics again (but some things are too difficult to let go). That’s how devastated I am of these elections. I may or may not blog again, I don’t know. And while I cannot bring myself to say good luck, I’d rather say God Bless the Philippines — the land of my forefathers and the land of my descendants! Me and my son will serve this country the best way we can.

“…Buhay ay langit sa piling mo.

Aming ligaya na pag may mang-aapi,

Ang mamatay ng dahil sayo.”

– “Lupang Hinirang”, Pambansang Awit ng Pilipinas

Nacionalista Party’s standard bearer Sen. Manny Villar has conceded to Liberal Party’s Noynoy Aquino in a press con he has called this 11AM at his family-owned StarMall mall in Alabang, Muntinlupa City.

Latest official partial COMELEC count puts Aquino at 12,233,002 votes vs. Villar’s 4,329,215.

Villar, whose vow to eradicate poverty owing to his claim to being poor as a boy has been consistently vilified by non-believers, said that he has done his best to offer himself up and his plans to alleviate the condition of the poor but accepts that the people has decided and thus respects its decision. He added that he didn’t take his family with him to the press conference because they have been subjected to enough stress already.

He further reiterated his intention and vow to help the poor in ‘other’ ways and has assured party-mates that he and the Nacionalista Party will be behind them all the way until their last votes are counted. He also congratulated Noynoy Aquino.

Senator Villar, people can say whatever they want — they have called you many things and your detractors seem to have spared no word to demonize you as a corrupt real estate billionaire. So be it shrewdness or an attempt to clean your public image, I commend you for this.

It takes a lot of courage to gather the media and read your statement for all the world to see and hear without your wife and children by your side. This is a valiant move characteristic of a good and strong leader.

In the end, it would be saddening if we realize that none of those issues thrown at you were ever true. I have a strange feeling that all this noise will magically vanish after the winner is proclaimed because it has already served its purpose.

It would have been an entirely different ball game if the late president Cory Aquino didn’t die and if former president Erap Estrada was not allowed to run again for president. But then again, destiny stubbornly takes its course all the time. And doomed is the man who audaciously try to get in its way.

I can only pray that the hopes of 12 million people (and counting) will not be crushed in the coming days and months.

God bless you, Senator Villar. God bless the Philippines.

Search This Heart: A Voter’s Prayer

by: RJ Marmol

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As we look back on our troubled past and look ahead to the future laid before us, I, along with 50 million voters,

come before You Lord and pray that You search this heart.

Of feelings of doubt, cynicism and pessimism — search this heart.

Of feelings of distrust, dissent and hostility — search this heart.

As we cast our votes — the only one we have — plant a seed of hope and confidence,

That after doing all that is humanly possible to reclaim our pride and banish our tainted reputation

Through honest, peaceful and credible  elections –

Help us rest in the comfort that you will not forsake us.

Search this heart, oh Lord, and cast away ill-feelings for all candidates and their supporters.

Search this heart and remove regrets over yesterday’s mistakes, misjudgements and misdeeds that held us from believing that change is ever possible in this country.

Search this heart and show us the path — not of least resistance, but of least faults.

We may have heard all that we can from our candidates. We have debated day and night, for and against them.

They have campaigned, we have listened. But there is one vote — one voice, one debate —

one campaign that we are yet to listen to — Yours.

So today, as we anticipate the day we have been waiting for in six years,

We pray that You open our hearts and search it.

Speak to us. We are ready to listen.

You have said that all authority comes from You.

In Paul’s epistle to the Romans 13:1-7

1 Everyone is to obey the governing authorities, because there is no authority except from God and so whatever authorities exist have been appointed by God.
2 So anyone who disobeys an authority is rebelling against God’s ordinance; and rebels must expect to receive the condemnation they deserve.
3 Magistrates bring fear not to those who do good, but to those who do evil. So if you want to live with no fear of authority, live honestly and you will have its approval;
4 it is there to serve God for you and for your good. But if you do wrong, then you may well be afraid; because it is not for nothing that the symbol of authority is the sword: it is there to serve God, too, as his avenger, to bring retribution to wrongdoers.
5 You must be obedient, therefore, not only because of this retribution, but also for conscience’s sake.
6 And this is why you should pay taxes, too, because the authorities are all serving God as his agents, even while they are busily occupied with that particular task.
7 Pay to each one what is due to each: taxes to the one to whom tax is due, tolls to the one to whom tolls are due, respect to the one to whom respect is due, honour to the one to whom honour is due.

Direct our hearts and minds to the right choice, and give us the strength and conviction to vote according to our conscience –

According to Your will.

Keep us in your loving embrace and guidance. Help us realize that our vote is as sacred as our love for this country –

That which You have blessed abundantly, and whose people You loved immensely —

That You sent Your Only Begotten Son to die for.

Search this voter’s heart, oh Lord –

For Your prodigal son of a nation has returned — remorseful and with an open contrite heart –

Not to ask for a feast, but for a genuine lasting peace – on election day, and everyday.