he Year of the Rat
has begun by the time you read this. The Year of the Pig is over, but as the
geomancers will say, its influence lingers for one moon after the rat has
sneaked in. The rats deserted Speaker Joe days before the Lunar New Year at the
behest of the pig, or should we say, the piglets.
The rat is the first of a dozen animals that heeded the call
of the lord Buddha, riding on top of the ox while fording the river. Upon
reaching the bank of the river, the quick-witted rat jumped off the back of the
heavy mule, and sprinted first to reach Buddha, or so Oriental legend says.
Thus it is that the Year of the Rat has been identified with
opportunity and beginning. For this benighted country though, ruled by a "pig"
using a menagerie of snakes and rats and whatever else, the year looks not as
one of opportunity or beginning, but more of the same.
***
I had already written an article about the events at the
House of Crocodiles turned rats and snakes. It was peppered with inside stories
about the maneuvers and the (again!) bags and bags of cash that moved around.
Speaker Joe could not believe that his pet crocodiles had turned into snakes,
and till the last day, he would not believe that his "faithful" had deserted his
sinking hold like rats. But between the finished article and its submission
yesterday, something happened.
Rodolfo Noel Lozada Jr., "Jun" to his dozen brothers and
sisters, to his wife and to his bosom friend Romulo Neri, was shanghaied upon
arrival from Hong Kong, to only God and the devils who kidnapped him know where.
They had gotten to his friend Romy, who hid again where only
God and the devils know where for the past five days, and Neri must have ratted
on what Jun knew about the stinking deal of the decade, the uselessly expensive
NBN and the ZTE which forked 75 million dollars in advance payments for booty
that was supposed to reach close to 200 million dollars.
Jun’s revelations, evinced by a conscience that bothered him
(for silence in the face of evil was evil itself, or so his faith and parents
taught him), would have put the half-truths of Neri before the Senate on the
dock. Neri confided everything to him, and I mean everything, inside and out.
Because he was trusted and he understood telecoms more than his friend Romy, he
sat in the negotiations that led to a 130 million dollar project become 330
million dollars, and how it was that his scandalized friend could not resist the
pressure by who else, to finally sign endorsement by his NEDA to China’s
Export-Import Bank. With Romy’s letter in her bag, his president flew to Boao,
and in Hainan witnessed the signing of the supply contract between ZTE and her
DOTC.
Tuesday afternoon, Jun Lozada left on a Cathay Pacific flight
from Hong Kong, expecting the Senate’s sergeant-at-arms to take him in custody.
His family knew that the Senate was to take custody of him. He should have
arrived a day earlier, along with three senators, one from the majority and two
from the minority, but just as the senators were about to fly to Hong Kong on
Sunday morning, Lozada changed his mind about such a high-profile escort. He did
not want the truth in his forthcoming testimony to be "tainted" by perceptions
that his "escorts" influenced him to say what he had to say. And so he decided
to slip quietly in, just asking his brothers to make sure the Senate’s
sergeant-at-arms would fetch him. Siblings did more. They asked a priest to be
with them. Was it foreboding that a priest had to be on hand, or was it just
prayerful faith?
Once more, someone blabbered the "quiet" homecoming to the
media, and so even before the Senate sergeants got to NAIA, General Atutubo and
Octavio Lina, both deputies of its general manager Alfonso Cusi (and all
extremely close to the powerful husband) were on hand with a police sergeant, or
so Atutubo claims, to get Lozada.
In their haste, they were unable to arrange a Ninoy-style
exit for Lozada through the emergency staircase. Or were they afraid of Ninoy
and Galman’s ghosts? Instead, they hustled him through the tube, past the
arrival lobby, into the presidential lounge (how appropriate!), down the
elevator, and into the tarmac where the "police" vehicles awaited their prey.
That was at least a 300 meter walk, past stunned airport personnel, that only
the NAIA authorities could implement. Atutubo allowed a police sergeant, one
SPO4 Roger Valero-so, to enter a highly secured and forbidden area, without
anything but his supposed police ID, while colonels sent by the Senate, armed
with legal warrant, were kept at bay beyond the immigration area. (As we write
this, radio was reporting that the PNP denied they have an SPO4 Roger Valeroso
in their list of personnel.)
Nothing could be as brazen. Atutubo is clearly lying. After
the kidnapping was done, 18 hours later, PNP chief Avelino Razon was claiming
that Lozada was under PNP custody. On radio yesterday morning, Razon was having
a hard time explaining why on earth his PNP got Lozada, despite knowledge that
the Senate wanted him, or was that only because they learned Tuesday evening
that Lozada’s lawyers were about to go to the Supreme Court for habeas corpus
and a writ of amparo?
Ganyan ka na rin ba kababa, kaibigang Sonny? Magsisinungaling
ka na rin para sa mga halang ang kaluluwa?
The coven of evil struck again. As they did when Udong
Mahusay was "rescued" in Tagaytay, and brought to the PNP Police Academy in
Silang, escorted by Miguelito el Defensor, then the housing czar, later the Boss
Woman’s jefe del palacio. A few days later, before another Arroyo, the Joker
this time, Udong gave the "lie" to his sworn statement about a certain Jose
Pidal. And a certain Jose Ignacio Arroyo y Tuazon comes around to claim that he
is "Jose Pidal". And the PNP Crime Laboratory, headed by a General Mosqueda,
later to be promoted to the juicy jueteng region of Bicol, comes around to
"scientifically" validate that Ignacio, now a congressman representing what used
to be another Jun Lozada’s district, was indeed Pidal by virtue of signature
analysis that even a cross-eyed examiner would find fake and funny. General
Mosqueda is incidentally a cousin of some high Malacañang official’s "apple of
the eye".
The coven of evil runs this country like a criminal
syndicate. Through tons and tons of money, provided by jueteng lords and
monopolists, by Pagcor and the PCSO, and Chinese carpet-baggers, and only God
and devils know whereof else from.
Through firm control over military generals and police
generals, down the line to wherever their tons of money and their power to
appoint could sway whatever the coven bids.
Through a House of snakes and rats and crocodiles whose only
fealty is to the pork that the "pig" dispenses according to whim and favor.
Through bishops and other religious "shepherds" who the
indispensable Ephraim Genuino of Pagcor "takes care of" and whose personal and
parish "concerns" the faithful Fatima Valdes of the Office of Religious Affairs
(ORA) in Malacañang minds through the PCSO.
And through a people who meekly accept all the lying and all
the cheating and all the stealing that work only to perpetuate the rule of this
coven of evil.
God have mercy upon this benighted land.