It's just a few days before xmas. And despite the glitter of lights and the cool breeze, there's an uncanny sense of dread. Almost everyone feels this, except those hiding in the Philippines' version of Bastille.
The bible says there's a season for everything. And this season seems to be a momentary respite. Looking at history, this season seems like those of centuries past when Katipuneros were fighting their Spanish oppressors. There's a revolution being planned and I can feel it festering, like a fire being stoked gently.
I've been reading again, desirous to find answers to all these events. Assessing the current situation, I find that victory is almost, almost at arm's length. What Trillianes did was not a monumental mistake, as what some thought it was. In strategy, I find that a Japanese warrior advised to test the strategy over and over again until victory is achieved.
What the Peninsula siege achieved was it exposed the societal rift wide open. It was the first cry of freedom. It was like the Cry of Balintawak, when Katipuneros tore their cedulas and announced their struggle against the oppressors.
On hindsight, it was not a siege that happened. For Trillianes etal did not take the Peninsula hostage. It was more like a prelude. A symbolic incident, a start, a beginning of something new, something liberating, something noble.
Like all revolts, the Revolt of the Poor will happen despite all the efforts of this government to contain it. When a state continues its oppression, liberation is not far behind.
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