City Vice-Mayor Acenas the baton-bearing maestro. The youngest personification of that festive looking healthy guy in red suit who only goes out in public in December. Bullying the minority block rather than sharing presents and favors that he is famous for whenever he pops out.
This European locale looking city daddy may be infected with this gruesome strain of virus that causes ego-centrism. It symptoms are: baldness and frequent usage of the Latin words to perhaps impress someone un-impressible. His exceptional expertise in his chosen field is beyond doubt virtually at par with my favourite legal counsel Atty. Butch? But the intentional manipulation of the exact and proper interpretation of the house rules/law is undoubtedly evidently a devious transgression of that same law.
Another city councilor, reminded me of that infamous drink, vodka martini shaken not stirred whose charm and not so elegance captivates the most opposite sex like Pied Piper to Mickey. So painstakingly interested in scrutinizing the procedural processes of that so called august body when we may know for a fact that he may be still under the dominance of the hidden art of puppetry.
I may humbly appeal to the Patriarchal god whom I am very fond of to please prick the butt of this excavator/prospector as a reminder for not being so modest and patient. Growling and hollering his prowess in the usage of the English language so unlikely similar against this woman seated before him whose demure smiles and glances pleases the senses.
So much for videoke. Everyone is presumed innocent until proven guilty but whenever I happen to see this microphone totting, discotheque wardrobed, 1950’s superstar grinning from ear to ear I simply wanted to regurgitate.
As the august body enclosure becoming a boiler room I saw Alex Dacer waltzing away like Cinderella chasing that old grandfather clock’s chimes reminding everyone it is now midnight, mumbling he have another more important meeting to attend to.
These members of the Majority Block seems have their own cute Lilliputian copies of scripts to follow and play as that cherry-checked boy pound the alarm err… the gavel. Others just simply sip coffee and dream the whole afternoon away and occassionaly raise hands like children asked by their teacher who wants use the comfort room as the in-house Comelec-like officer absentmindedly stood up to ceremoniously count raised hands as votes. The next thing you hear is a blam! The gavel, paired with the bearer’s naughtiest smile as he reclined his back to his earthly throne.
The Minority Block in comparison is likened to that Disney feature animated motion picture little dear Simba in the middle of that horrific animal migration stampede whose luck and dedication surprisingly conquered victory and triumphantly added sequels to his occassionaly hilarious life’s melodramatics whose devotees endeared and favoured to the end of it’s term limits.
In conclusion, most are politically immature and still under the manipulation by that hidden force beyond the awareness of the public eyes, unruly, mob-like and fairly unbecoming of a statesman. Derailing the good and promising programs of this provincial superhero who doesn’t need a phone booth, the new Mayor of the city. Thereby hampering that badly needed procedural processes to the attaintment of change — GEO UTOPIA