I was supposed to write an overly dramatic entry on how offended/hurt I am by people who cast doubt on Noynoy supporters’ intelligence despite the illustrious list of writers, public officials and political commentators who have expressed their votes of confidence for Noynoy. (And yes, I am excluding my name from the blanket adjective, although yep, my blog entry is part of the roster.) I can understand the boldness of strangers spewing vitriol online (one of whom I had to take down) but for actual friends to say it? I thought it was disrespectful and an affront to our affinity.
I wrote a sober yet scathing reply to said friend but I stopped myself short from actually sending/publishing it. I thought, was it worth the trouble? The energy? Straining the relationship? So I just deleted him from my online accounts. Perhaps, we’d still be OK in real life, but I’d rather ignore the online brattiness and smarter-than-thou attitude.
I couldn’t understand the anger directed at Noynoy and his supporters. You’re angry that we want an incorruptible president? The best chance for an honest government? Whoever is President, the government will continue to work. If it will work FOR the people, that is the question, and an overwhelming majority of Filipinos — 12 million as of last count — chose to elect their leader based on this question. Your hatred is misplaced.
And let me direct this to Gibo supporters because they have been the most bitter and venomous online, post-elections: Yes, Gibo would never cast the first stone (in reference to his PR on running a positive campaign) because he’s not exactly the most moral of presidential candidates. He worked for Estelito Mendoza; defended Danding Cojuangco and Lucio Tan in courts; impeached former Chief Justice Hilario Davide; and worked for Gloria Arroyo. Gibo won’t dare. So please, don’t tell me Gibo was a smart vote. To me, it was an uniformed vote. Or if you knew about these things, it was a morally susceptible vote. You question our intelligence, we question your morals AND intelligence. Quits lang. And for the record, unlike that beauty queen-slash-philanthropist, I’m not dragging God into this.
Amid all the noise, I was reminded by the Kübler-Ross model for grieving. It says that it has five stages: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. This gave me a fresh and Zen perspective on the haters out there: I understand where your anger/vitriol is coming from; it’s part of your grieving process.
And if you’re angry, bitter and sour all your life? You must be in a perpetual state of grief.
Move on. The next stage is a good start.