Confidentiality cannot trump accountability. Sang-ayon ba kayo?
Ngayong araw, inaprubahan ng impeachment court ang ating hiling na ipa-subpoena ang mga bank records, tax records, at AMLC reports kaugnay ni VP Sara Duterte at ng kanyang asawa.
Mahalaga ito sa usapin ng unexplained wealth. Ayon sa Korte Suprema, kailangang ihambing ang yaman ng isang opisyal noong una siyang pumasok sa gobyerno laban sa lahat ng perang pumasok sa kanyang mga accounts sa nakalipas na mga taon. Dito malalaman kung tugma ba ang kanyang lehitimong kinikita sa aktwal na yaman niya.
Umaasa tayo sa tuluyang paglabas ng lahat ng ebidensya.
I-share ito kung naniniwala kang dapat nakabatay sa buong katotohanan ang hatol ng Impeachment Court!
Isang panalo para sa katotohanan.
Inaprubahan ng Impeachment Court ang ating request na ipa-subpoena ang bank records, tax records at AMLC reports kaugnay ni VP Sara Duterte.
STATEMENT OF LAW DEANS AND PROFESSORS
ON THE ACCOUNTABILITY OF THE VICE-PRESIDENT
We, the undersigned law deans and law professors, wish:
1. To laud the courageous Members of the House of Representatives who voted to impeach Vice-President Sarah Z. Duterte on the
A message from a Kindergarten teacher:
After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:
“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”
No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”
My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.
When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.
But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.
My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.
And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.
They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.
The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”
As if kindness were a weakness.
Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”
Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.
But this last year broke something in me.
The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.
I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.
So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:
“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”
I sat on the floor and cried.
No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.
I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.
I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.
So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.
Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.
I echo Ramon Tulfo’s call for the following Senators to voluntarily INHIBIT and REFRAIN from participating in any manner during tomorrow’s Blue Ribbon Committee hearing:
Mark Villar
Joel Villanueva
Jinggoy Estrada
Rodante Marcoleta
I will also add that Senators Chiz Escudero and Bong Go should also inhibit because they have flood control contractors as their campaign donors or they are connected to a contractor.
VOLUNTARILY INHIBIT NOW!
#BlueRibbonCommittee
#FloodControlProjects
This hits hard. Being able to witness this firsthand in patients who are in dire need of medical treatment and care but tells you “ay doc, wala po kaming pera” or “okay lang doc, pinoproblema ko pa kung may makakain ang pamilya ko sa araw na ito” breaks my heart so much.
#KurakotManagot
#BahaSaLuneta
#TrillionPesoMarch
Took a Move It to mrt since I can’t walk far. Out of nowhere the driver asked where I was headed. I said, “EDSA po.” He showed me a white ribbon tied on his side mirror:
“Ingat po kayo ma’am. Di man ako makasama lumaban ngayon, may pamilya akong binubuhay—kaisa niyo po ako.”
😭
I may not be able to join the rally, but my heart and spirit march with the people in Luneta and EDSA. together we rise to resist corruption, demand accountability, and fight for our nation’s future.
To everyone who's coming to today's protests, please be vigilant and keep yourselves extra safe. The philippines is not a safe place anymore.
"walang mali sa protesta, may protesta dahil may mali." 🇵🇭
#BahaSaLuneta #TrillionPesoMarch
This is what Taft looks like at 8AM. I may be unable to join but I stand with everything this rally is for: the fight against corruption.
To people who are there, please be safe.
May power return back to the people!
#TrillionPesoMarch#BahaSaLuneta
CLASH OF NARRATIVES: PHILIPPINES VS CHINA AT THE SEOUL DEFENSE DIALOGUE 2025 |
At the Seoul Defense Dialogue 2025, Defense Secretary Gilberto “Gibo” Teodoro Jr. delivered a strong message: sovereignty and security must stand on international law and unity with allies.
When a Chinese delegate dismissed the arbitral ruling, painted China as a “peace-loving” nation, and attacked alliances as “Cold War blocs,” Teodoro’s reply cut sharp:
“China had the golden opportunity if they had joined the arbitration… But they chose not to—maybe because they feared they might lose.”
This was more than words—it was a stand for Filipino dignity, fisherfolk’s safety, OFW protection, and peace in our region. From the Battle of Yultong to the West Philippine Sea, Filipino valor endures across generations. Share this video to show the world: Alliances protect communities. Sovereignty is non-negotiable.
#WestPhilippineSea #RuleOfLaw #StandWithPH #SeoulDefenseDialogue2025