Will FPJ finally, finally announce? When this journeyman journalist left Manila half a week ago, the rumor mills were on overdrive.
One thing is certain, you’ll agree: Having had to leave Malacañang once before, as a young dethroned princess, when dad, Cong Dadong, was overthrown (toppled in clever fashion) by the swashbuckling Ferdinand Marcos, people are sure GMA is determined not to suffer the same fate.
And what about Noli de Castro – who may be fielded by Gabby Lopez and ABS-CBN?
So, abangan.
As here in Europe, not all marriages are made in heaven. Political intrigues, scheming and double-cross are the order of the day – as they were in the past.
Last night, our friend and "fellow Gallego" Jose "Pepe" Rodriguez brought us for tapas (snacks) up and down central Madrid. We had excellent gambas and bacalao, and jamon serrano naturally, washed down with a golden Mao beer, at the Taberna La Tosta, also called La Cueva on Victoria, then passed by the Alhambra where the tiles from the Talavera de la Reina shine colorfully on the façade, and ended up in La Taurina, where, by the way, most of our own politicos, from former President FVR and Speaker Joe de V., love to go.
Why? Because it is a charming, fierce, bar-restaurant dedicated to bullfighters and the corrida.
On the walls are photos of Che Guevara of Argentina and Cuba, who stuck people not bulls, plus the portrait of the latest craze, the current pop figure of the bull ring, a torero smiling like the teenage idol he is, in his traje de luces. He is known as "El Julie", derived from his name Julio. Don’t be misled by the feminine-sounding nickname. He is reputed to be all steel and macho, as he dispatches each bull with grace and ruthless efficiency. Not yet an "El Cordobes" or Manolete, but is on his way there. His life resembles that of Tyrone Power, it’s said, in the immortal movie classic Blood and Sand.
Do our politicians who pay tribute to that watering hole imagine themselves toreros, or toros? What is striking is that on the wall are the horned heads of seven ferocious bulls – they are said to have been the bravest bulls, toros bravos, indeed, in the arena.
Perhaps some of them fatally gored a torero or two, or a picador and his horse to boot.
I don’t understand why Americans and other Western Europeans consider the bullfight barbaric and cruel. Sometimes the bull wins, unlike the rabbit, elk, deer, or snipe, which hunters in the West pursue and gun down with impunity.
Anyway, those toros bravos heads on the wall there symbolize Spain. The "fighter" is honored, whether dead or victorious.
I wish we could recapture this sense of honor coupled with courage, perseverance and resignation to fate. This was our legacy from three and a half centuries under Spanish tutelage despite, sometimes, friar misrule.
In the end, led by our middle class and some aristocrats, schooled in Spanish universities in Madrid, or Heidelberg (Germany) like Dr. Jose Rizal, or else in the Jesuit Ateneo de Manila, fought first a Propaganda Movement then a Revolution. Andres Bonifacio, a well-educated plebeian, of course, launched the fight, but was elbowed out by Emilio Aguinaldo, who was both politically astute and ruthless in the implementation of his ambitions.
What’s interesting is that all our revolutionaries imbibed the liberal and democratic ideas that were putting Spain herself into ferment in the 19th century and, in a sense, were inspired by them to rebel against the colonial master.
Our Spanish heritage remains firmly embedded in our souls. I wish, though, we could recapture the steel of character and the Hispanic virtues (there, too, were grievous faults) which underpinned the actions and reactions of our revolutionary forebears and our founding fathers – honrata, palabra de honor, delicadeza and religious conviction.
We flew back from Bilbao in the Basque country in just 40 minutes on a swift Airbus A-320 of Iberia, the national airline. One thing I must report: The airport in Bilbao was far superior to our own NAIA-1, resembles the still mothballed Terminal-3, and is better than even our more modern PAL "Centennial" Terminal 3.
Eskadi, a.k.a. Biskaia, the Basque province, it must be said, on the other hand, was once Number One, the richest "province" of Spain. Now, for all its outward trappings of progress, it is now only Number Seven. This is because of ETA terrorism.
Let us not permit this kind of terrorism to destroy our own country’s economy, too, as it is already doing. We have to fight them without remorse. We cannot give quarter to those who show neither compassion nor understanding in their turn.
I hear that the President is trying to contact Fernando (Ronnie) Poe Jr. to head off the possible "coming" announcement of his candidacy on November 1.
As for Gabby Lopez, our friend, he’s still resentful of past harassment, and has been resisting invitations dispatched through mutual friends for a meeting with GMA.
Election fever is already in the air – alas – and it’s only October, 2003. In Spain, the elections will be in March, 2004 – but they’re already positioning themselves, too.