In George Orwell’s Animal Farm near the end Benjamin the Donkey and the other animals saw their leaders have dinner with their human partners through a window. And as they looked it seemed to them that they could no longer tell the difference between the men and the pigs. They looked the same.
As one observes the present elections there seems to be no difference between those in UNA and the Administration’s Mega-Coalition. Well there is a difference and it lies in loyalty and affiliation. On one hand you have those loyal to Aquino and allies and on the other hand you have those loyal to Binay and Estrada.
By design or by circumstance Nancy Binay has become her father’s surrogate in this phase of the race for Malacanang. If and when Nancy Binay wins a senate seat this will be one of the signs that the father is not far behind in becoming the next President come 2016. How else could Nancy Binay if not for the Binay name?
Binay would then be totally out of the Aquino shadow. From one of Cory Aquino’s most loyal political captain who earned the monicker Rambotito. Binay has established his family as a political power house firmly entrenched in Makati City.
Come 2013 we would probably see Binay against an Aquino surrogate. Only time would reveal who the surrogate would be. Will Binay still be popular then? Will he still have the same set of allies? Will Estrada support him? In a sense Estrada’s run for Manila is also a show and display of political strength. All seems to point to a Binay Presidency … but even despite a Nancy Binay victory things may still go sour.
Fate is a fickle mistress and as they say the best laid plans of mice and men …
Only time will tell.
To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough
Small, crafty, cowering, timorous little beast,
O, what a panic is in your little breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With argumentative chatter!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough-staff.
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes you startle
At me, your poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal!
I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
What then? Poor little beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.
Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse grass green!
And bleak December’s winds coming,
Both bitter and keen!
You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough passed
Out through your cell.
That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter’s sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.
But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often awry,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!
Still you are blessed, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!