FRANCISCO S. TATAD
FRANCISCO S. TATAD

AS our congressmen tried to extract and savor every lurid detail of Sen. Leila de Lima’s extramarital exploits, without any regard for the last shred of her woman’s dignity as well as their own, I had to ask myself what happened to our country and to the Congress. As the inquiry (“in aid of legislation”) was on the alleged illegal drug trade at the New Bilibid Prisons when De Lima was still Secretary of Justice, I expected a little more focus. But the questions had nothing to do with drugs, only with De Lima’s steamy relationship with her alleged driver-security-boyfriend. The questions and those asking them all looked like they were coming from the most rotten sewer in the deepest parts of the underworld. I began to understand why when baboons congregate, they call it a congress.

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