Politics: not a dirty thing!
Politics is in the air, always had been, although election isn’t until next year and campaigns on television are like zits that keep popping up no matter how much I turn to use the other facial soap. But I adore zits because they’re like little, and huge, twinkling stars that make constellations and my face is the universe. How beautiful.
Politicians in the running (but are still too shy to admit right now) throw rattling feedbacks and judgments towards each other. It’s just so sweet, reminds me of how my grandparents started off teasing each other when they were kids and ended up together, forever. *sniffs* *wipes tears with a napkin*
Our president who’d sworn for “matuwid na daan” (straight path, literally; straight path, metaphorically) isn’t running for a position. That makes me extremely sad because I have clearly seen that straight path clogged by buses and jeepneys and tricycles and sidewalk vendors and poverty and corruption since his presidency counting almost 6 years now; I could, and would like to, witness more of it if only he could be elected the second time. Oh, and we both happened to share the same last name! I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or bad, though.
Probably not the latter.