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The President will take his oath before the Chief Justice. The new President, one hand on the Bible, will swear to uphold the 1987 Constitution. (Never mind that a campaign promise was the rewriting of the Charter.)
(READ: A badass, pro-poor President) My aversion to President Rodrigo Duterte is probably equivalent to his hatred of drugs....
Officials of the Duterte administration believe Metro Manila’s traffic problem has reached crisis proportions. And it has.
President Rodrigo Duterte set a simple tone for his inaugural State of the Nation Address (Sona) to Congress by ordering the event stripped of its trademark swank and opulence, but that did not deter guests from making an effort to look memorable as they entered the House of Representatives yesterday.
Amid reports quoting President Duterte as saying that the Miss Universe pageant was not a priority of his administration and that he would not spend money on it, Tourism Secretary Wanda Teo announced on Thursday that the international beauty tilt “will be held on Jan. 30, 2017, here in the Philippines.”
I may have mellowed with age, but there are certain moral positions that just cannot be shaken by the passage of time. One of these is that held against the burial of someone like Ferdinand Marcos in Libingan ng mga Bayani.
Providentially, in spite of the campaign promise to Bongbong Marcos, President Duterte has not been shackled by the traditional value of friendship but instead invited free debate, allowing protests and deferring to the decision of the Supreme Court. We commend this display of statesmanship by the president and deeply appreciate the Supreme Court’s intervention with a status quo Ante order that prevented a scheduled Libingan event on Sept. 18 for Ferdinand Marcos.
Life goes on for Agot Isidro, who, according to close friends, has been taking in stride all the brickbats that rabid supporters of President Duterte have thrown at her for daring to call him a “psychopath” in a Facebook post.
Ernest Hemingway once said that to be a great writer, you needed “a built-in, shock-proof crap detector.”
It became national entertainment—the cheap kind—where men and women did not find anything reprehensible about mocking a woman.
