NA COUP HA!

​Coup is the word of the day, weeks even.  Nations all over the world speak of coups in lives and blood.  We hear talk of coups as lightly as soups of the day, for instead of sacrificing lives and bathing in blood, our version is more civilized, we speak of bruised egos and political chances in future presidential elections, which are just a couple of years away. 

​May 11 should have been an ornery.  The session of the Philippine Senate started as uneventfully like it has always been.  Until Senator Alan, not St. Peter, revealed that he had a Rock, to cut the head of the sitting chairman.  He, being of good manners, properly apologized, like a no nonsense dentist about to extract a hurting wisdom tooth.  Alan said that though he was not the Rock of the gospels, he had a Rock with him at the back of his car to unseat the reigning chairman of the bored.  Like any gentleman, the humble Tito was na-Bulaga. But he did not show it.  Gentlemen should smile though their hearts are breaking – remember the lyrics of the song of Charlie Chaplin? So all the seats were declared vacant, because lo and behold, the missing senator for all of six months, suddenly made a Houdini act and appeared unscathed from the barrel he was hiding from under the Manhattan river although there was no valid warrant of arrest all these six months. Can you believe that? Hiding without a warrant? Anyway,  things unfolded so fast, that it was almost a scene from Eat Bulaga, the Bring Me Portion, and now SP Alan, not the great Peter, sprung a bald stone requested by Wally and Jose. And the winner is, the most religious senator of all time, Alan, not the Peter of the gospel nor of Russia. Catherine the Great was on stand-by, masquerading as the new powerful Sister! Abangan!