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While playing WARCRAFT last night, got a call from my mom to come home quick. News broke out about 20 soliders / officers who left their posts due to grievances about the government. It's funny that as you wage war against orcs and elves, there was a bigger war happening down the street.

Couple of hours later, around 2am, I got a text from a friend who was trying to get a cab in front of Rustans department store in Makati. He texted that there are soldiers there and that there was talk of bombs being planted around the area.

I quickly switched on the TV and saw the coverage of military men with red armbands planting bombs around the parking area that's in front of Rustans and the Intercon Hotel.

Later on, the TV station started to air the video message of the so-called MAGDALO GROUP. According to the news anchor, they got the video in the form of a VCD, which made me wonder... is the pirated copy already available along Ayala Avenue?

The Magdalo Group's claims of graft and corruption in the Philippine military sounds all too logical. Unfortunately, like most cases of graft and corruption, they have no solid evidence. It's a lot of your word against mine.

Today's scenario reminds me of Tommy Lee Jones old movie THIS PARK IS MINE, where he played a Vietnam vet who held Central Park hostage and started to broadcast to New York the problems of the US military. I forget how that movie ended.

We can only pray that this story have a happy ending. But that might be too much to hope for. Then again, it might end in the usual strange Pinoy way of a musical number and the president just asking the rebels to do one hundred push-ups.

Pray for peace in our country.

Pray that the truth will prevail.

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