In schools and offices, they teach us to duck, cover, and hold during earthquakes. In politics, we’ve learned to do the same when Sara Duterte takes the stage, because when she moves, the lies shake harder than the ground beneath us.
Sara is always in the headlines, not for leadership, not for solutions, but for antics, drama, and lies. One week she’s gallivanting in Australia preaching about “Duterte-style governance,” the next she’s stonewalling Congress, skipping hearings, or playing victim on TikTok. Whether it’s staging photo ops with OFWs abroad or crying “political harassment” every time someone dares ask about her confidential funds, she has mastered the art of distraction, distortion, and Duterte-brand delusion.
While Filipinos struggle with the rising cost of basic needs, she parades abroad under the guise of personal foreign trips as if carefully staged meet-and-greets can hide her glaring lack of substance. Let’s call it what it is: A Free Duterte political roadshow, a desperate attempt to stay relevant abroad because she’s fast losing credibility at home.
The bigger question now is this: How do we, as a nation constantly gaslit by Sara, survive this exhausting spectacle?
Here’s a quick survival guide, not just for enduring her, but for staying sane in the midst of this national farce:
If you see Sara talking on the news, switch off the TV.
Don’t waste electricity or brain cells. Flip the channel, scroll past, surf something that actually adds value to your day. Propaganda thrives on attention, deny it. Her voice isn’t leadership; it’s noise.
Don’t take it personally.
When Sara rolls her eyes at critics, mocks dissenters, or weaponizes her platform to paint legitimate questions as attacks, remember, it’s not about you. Toxic behavior, especially from those in power, is almost always a projection of their own insecurity, entitlement, or fear of accountability. It’s not a reflection of your worth, your intelligence, or your patriotism.
Sara is neither the future nor the destiny.
She’s a glitch in a broken system, clinging to a name that no longer commands respect. Don’t let her mediocrity limit the nation’s imagination. Work with those who dream bigger, fight smarter, and serve without fanfare. The Philippines doesn’t need a messiah. It needs its people, awake, angry, and ready.
Eat, pray, love – despite Sara.
National politics is a mess. Sara is everywhere, smirking on your screen, flying off to another foreign trip, spinning another victim narrative. But don’t let her noise infect your spirit. She is not worth your ulcers.
We are not powerless. We are not helpless. We are not fated to be ruled by clowns. The circus will certainly end but only if we stop clapping. And until then, duck, cover, hold – not out of fear, but out of sheer refusal to be crushed by the falling debris of her delusions.
