I DIDN’T see the entire debate because I had to attend my eldest son’s basketball game at Xavier University. But I picked up some statements from the FM radio of the taxi, and later saw portions of the news from GMA-7.
Words from the radio. And lots of body language from TV.
I go for body language and find only two good choices: Grace Poe and Mar Roxas. Articulate, organized, physically fit.
Jojo Binay, Rodrigo Duterte, and Miriam Santiago are old and their age shows. No offense meant to senior citizens. Former president Fidel Ramos is still frisky, and he could have done better for Mamasapano and Yolanda, but he’s not a candidate.
I have friends who disagree with this view, of course. But my method of choosing a president is simple.
We want honest, healthy, and young helpers – not necessarily teenagers. Minors are prohibited. But no 60 and above either. Cooking skills a big advantage. Common sense, too. A big allowance awaits those who know the Constitution, follow it faithfully, and teach it to our kids.
We don’t hire sick helpers, for their own good and ours. We tell applicants to hug an Xay machine to see if they have TB. We don’t hire helpers who confess they sell shabu or have killed people, even if they’re joking or exaggerating or hyperbolating, if there is such a word.
We used to have a helper who assured us she loved our kids more than her own children. As fantastic as it sounds, it is. If she loves her kids less than those of her employers, she’s clearly a bad mother.
And so, I tell our helper, look we have big problems. We have China, climate change, HIV epidemic, an exploding population without free access to condoms, and the Biblical literalist Manny Pacquiao. What are you supposed to do when China brings more missiles to the disputed islands? What will you do when another Yolanda comes in? Subject yourself to a CT scan? Have a migraine? Open a Swiss account? Or like Atom Araullo will you drop everything, head for the eye of the storm, and rock and roll?
(See also elson.elizaga.net)