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

Ms Candy Darimbang


A swing vote is a vote that is seen as potentially going to any a number of candidates in an election. Or in a two party system, may go to either of the two dominant political parties. Such votes are usually sought after in elections since they can play a huge and important role in determining the outcome.

A swing voter or a floating voter is a voter who may not be affiliated with a particular political party, an independent voter, or who will vote across party lines. In American politics, many Centrists (like myself), Liberal Republicans and Conservative Democrats are considered “swing voters” since their voting patterns cannot be predicted with precise certainty.

While the swing voter is ostensibly the target of most political activities during campaigns, in countries without compulsory voting, the political parties knew that the shift from one party to another is dependent only to a limited extent on swing voters. Another, arguably larger factor is the success of one party in comparison to another in getting out its core support. In a two party system, those who become disillusioned with their favored party are more likely to vote the third party or abstain than cross over.
However, in the major countries of the world with compulsory voting policies, voter turnout is often very close to 100% so if the major parties are roughly balanced in popularity, swing voters can have a marked influence on the outcome.

In an election there are “certain” or “lock” votes, voters who are solidly behind or partisan to a particular candidate and will not consider changing their minds whatever the opposition have to say.

Swing voters are undecided about how they will vote. They are sometimes referred to as undecideds, undecided voters or floating voters, whose unpredictable decisions can impact the outcome of an elections one way or the other. Swing voters occasionally play an important part in elections.

In my spinning of the inside versions of events, following the aftermath of the recently concluded local elections, on the basis of the Commission of Elections final counting of returns, dictates! Swing votes, wherein an independent city lady councilor candidate commanded, tipped the scale in agreement to then Misamis Oriental Governor Oscar S. Moreno for the chief executive post in the city of Cagayan de Oro against the incumbent city mayor Vicente Y. Emano. Had it be different, had It be different choice of partisan, we may never witness the dawning of the age of change that the city’s largest groups of inhabitants dreamnt for so a longest time.

May the highest honor and ultimate respect be accorded to this woman who are in between two worlds, having a voice that roars and the character of a man notwithstanding the enormity of her tasks and responsibilities that lies ahead for her.

The most admired, the beautiful lead lady councilor who garnered a historic fifty thousand four hundred votes in the first legislative district of the city in animated metamorphosis – Ms. Candy de la Rosa Darimbang.



Walter Williams was born in Boonville, Missouri. Though he quit attending school at age 13, he was graduated from Boonville High School in 1879. He served as an apprentice at the Boonville Topic where he made 75 cents a week, and then moved to the Boonville Advertiser in 1884, becoming editor. In 1888 he worked doing press releases for the Missouri State Penitentiary. After the warden began censoring his releases he resigned and began editing the Columbia Herald in 1889 and began making contributions to Jefferson City, Kansas City and St. Louis newspapers and was named president of the Missouri Press Association. In 1895 he was named president of the National Editorial Association.

In 1902, Williams traveled to 27 nations on four continents to publicize the 1904 St. Louis World’s Fair to the international press. As dean of the School of Journalism he continued to travel the globe, serving as a relentless publicist for both the school and the profession of journalism. In 1915, he was elected president of the Press Congress of the World.
Williams wrote the Journalist’s Creed which is often evoked as the definitive code of ethics for journalists. It is posted in bronze at the National Press Club in Washington, DC and at the School of Journalism.

Williams never attended college, although honorary degrees were conferred upon him by Missouri Valley College in 1900; Kansas State University in 1909 and Washington University in 1926. A member of the university’s Board of Curators, Williams became president of the University of Missouri in 1931 until his death in 1935. Before his death, he was initiated as an honorary brother of the Acacia Fraternity. He was buried in Columbia Cemetery.

A new journalism building on the Columbia, Missouri campus was named for him in 1936. A World War II Liberty ship, SS Walter Williams (hull MC No. 2291), launched in 1943 was named in his honor.

I am on the process of becoming a journalist and I am at a crossroad!

Walter Williams must be screaming and wailing the Journalist’s Creed in his grave:

I believe in the profession of Journalism!
I believe that the public journal is a public trust; that all connected with it are, to the full measure of responsibility, trustees for the public; that all acceptance of lesser service than the public service is a betrayal of this trust!
I believe that clear thinking, clear statement, accuracy and fairness are fundamental to good journalism!
I believe that a journalist should write only what he holds in his heart to be true!
I believe that suppression of the news, for any consideration other than the welfare of society, is indefensible!
I believe that no one should write as a journalist what he would not say as a gentleman; that bribery by one’s own pocket book is as much to be avoided as bribery by the pocketbook of another; that individual responsibility may not be escaped by pleading another’s instructions or another’s dividends!
I believe that advertising, news and editorial columns should alike serve the best interests of readers; that a single standard of helpful truth and cleanness should prevail for all; that supreme test of good journalism is the measure of its public service!
I believe that the journalism which succeeds the best-and best deserves success-fears God and honors man; is stoutly independent; unmoved by pride of opinion or greed of power; constructive, tolerant but never careless, self-controlled, patient, always respectful of its readers but always unafraid, is quickly indignant at injustice; is unswayed by the appeal of the privilege or the clamor of the mob; seeks to give every man a chance, and as far as law, an honest wage and recognition of human brotherhood can make it so, an equal chance; is profoundly patriotic while sincerely promoting international good will and cementing world-comradeship, is a journalism of humanity, of and for today’s world!

It shook me to my core that I was so scared. I was suddenly drowned with extreme loneliness to despair

Walter Williams