What we witnessed last night wasn’t politics—it was the face of evil stepping fully into the light. Imee Marcos stood there, unhinged and brazen, spewing wild accusations against her own brother, President Bongbong Marcos. Anyone gullible enough to believe her needs to pause and think, because everything she said reeked of desperation, not truth. I’ve never believed she deserved a Senate seat. Like Sara Duterte, she is the family’s bruised and bitter fruit—someone who burns everything around her without a second thought about the wreckage she leaves behind. And last night, she proved it with chilling clarity. Her rant at the INC rally wasn’t a speech; it was a meltdown. A frenzied, spite-filled tirade that left countless Filipinos staring at their screens in disbelief. How someone entrusted with public office could plunge to that level is beyond comprehension. I wouldn’t trust a single word from Imee—no more than I’d trust the Dutertes’ propaganda machine or the DDS echo chamber that thrives on lies. She has long been the embodiment of malice. And we should never forget the shadow that follows her: the brutal death of Archimedes Trajano, a young student whose life was crushed by her cruelty and privilege. She has never shown remorse. Instead, she returns with new fabrications—this time peddling absurd tales about drug addiction in the Palace, heedless of the chaos and humiliation she brings upon her own family and a nation already tired to its bones. But one thing must be said plainly: martial law is not, and never will be, the answer. We have lived through that nightmare. The wounds remain. What we need as a people is far deeper—a national reckoning. A moment of truth-telling and repentance. Repentance not in the churchy sense, but in the soul-deep realization that we allowed power-hungry predators to twist our loyalties, poison our discourse, pamper their cronies, and normalize corruption until it crept into our bones. Our society is rotting from within. Civility has been banished. Lies, greed, and hatred have been allowed to fester unchecked. If we don’t reclaim our moral compass soon, we risk losing not just our democracy but our very identity as a people. And so I say this: the moment demands an exorcism—not of a person, but of the poison now seeping into our national spirit. I call upon every bishop of the Catholic Church in the Philippines—every shepherd of conscience—to rise in the spirit of Jaime Cardinal Sin. Not to summon the people to EDSA, but to summon them to their knees. Because the enemy we face today is not a force with guns and tanks. It is something more sinister. It is spiritual rot dressed as political theater. It is a malignant force sowing division, weaponizing a cult to tear apart the goodwill we have struggled to rebuild. We are under attack—not just politically, but morally. And the response required of us goes far beyond rallies or hashtags. It demands clarity of spirit. It demands courage. It demands prayer powerful enough to cut through the darkness that now hovers over our land. If ever there was a time for the Church to speak with thunder, that time is now. It’s time to heal. It’s time to awaken. Because if we delay any longer, we may find there is nothing left in this nation worth saving. @bongbongmarcos @senatePH @HouseofRepsPH