Back for Good

Despite of my iron-clad promise of being an active and responsible (!) blogger, the recent electoral process a.k.a. magical and mystical circus has prevented me from honoring my personal mission. Since it is not yet over – I mean we are still waiting for the end of the counting – I‘d rather recount the crazy memories last election season.

On the local and personal front, I am saddened by the failed re-election bid of my father. It should have been his sixth and last term. Yes. You read that right – sixth. He mayoral stint begun in 1988 until 1998; rested for a term and successfully reclaim the position for two successive terms. Apparently, my beloved town has learned to love money. I recalled that during my father’s first years as mayor, he would spend a fairly reasonable amount since our people are never swayed by the lure of hard cold cash. Attitudes do change. Even good ones have to change for the worse. Consider the vote-buying rate last elections in our town: P 200 – 1,000 per individual and P 2,000 per family. Our family does not buy a person’s right just to win elections. It’s a rule.

I’m not sounding like a sore loser, am I? No. I am not. I just wish that the wisdom of our town people would enlightenment them once more. It’s not the end. Apparently, the supposed mayoral winner is a US immigrant (failure in residency requirement). Oooh.