Even though Noynoy Aquino has been proclaimed the winner of the elections, I refused to accept it. For me, June 30 was like a bad dream, coming ever nearer but not quite. Now it has become an unpleasant reality which I could neither escape nor change.
If you know me at all, then you know how very anti-Noynoy I am. All the brouhaha surrounding his inauguration—does he not have more pressing issues to deal with? Does he have to address every single, minute issue that the media throws at him?
In my opinion, he grows more arrogant by the day. If his disrespectful treatment of General Delfin Bangit is indicative of how he plans to treat the Armed Forces of the Philippines, then I will win the bet I have with my classmate that there will be a coup d'etat during Noynoy's term of office.
I read in this blog that they, as Noynoy detractors, will be wearing black to symbolize that they have not been blinded by the "yellow magic" which seems to have mesmerized our country. So tomorrow, while I watch Noynoy's inauguration on TV, I will be in my rattiest black shirt, shaking my head in dismay.
P-Noy. Pffft. I will never call him that, except in jest. I will call him Noynoy, plain and simple.
Do not tell me to show respect for him. He is not my president. I did not vote for him.
If PGMA's detractors simply call her Gloria, then it is with equal disdain that I call Noynoy by his first name only.