Locked down and losing it
President Rodrigo Duterte emphasizes a point during a speaking engagement in this file photo taken by Bernard Testa
I’m this close to losing it.
And the lack of alcohol supplies isn’t helping. (I am, of course, referring to the disinfecting kind, not the one used by specialists and experts to make presidential speeches more bearable.)
Honestly, there isn’t enough beer in this world to soften the blow of the Great Father Mucker’s brand of bullshit.
Trust me, I’ve tried. And I’ve lost a lot of beer money as a result.
This is why ever since the quarantine began, I’ve refused to watch or listen to any episode of Malacañang’s midnight madness.
After all, every Duterte footage or soundbyte, every quote or clip, every shinola, crapola, or arinola, refer to a fictional country that only exists in his Fentanyl-addled imagination.
If I could only get my hands on whatever he’s having, I’ll be just fine.
Too bad I can’t because we’re still on lockdown (which will likely be extended).
So how about — and this is just me, thinking out loud — we decide to lift the liquor ban mañana?
That will certainly provide much needed relief to the drinking class.
But then again, that is a trivial, mundane concern compared to what the country is now facing.
A pandemic. Hunger and death. Unemployment and untold suffering.
And all this president has in mind is to deploy the police and the military.
It’s enough to drive you to drink.
