There are some pretty good reasons why in the outset, even if I can be actually one, I can never qualify as a lawyer. My emotion could burst out of its cool confines at the slightest hint of trouble even though I can practically manage to mask it. I may not easily drop tears or slouch down in complete abandon for a bawl but my sanity could jump from passing mark of 75 to nil percent in just close to 3.1 seconds but I swear I could be just that equally nuts.
You know about a challenge question if in case someone from the hall of the bars came to ask, “If you think 100% that somebody is guilty, are you gonna get to defend him in court?”
The cool answer might rise up from my hullabaloo of bookish learning to my equally ecstatic mouth and that would say in robotic, modulated, semitone voice, “It is in hands of the courts to decide whether a suspect is guilty or not.And an accused is considered innocent unless proven otherwise.”
Whoa, sounds like a justice named Puno (just forget right after that that is CJ) while delivering in front of a media in a TV-covered presscon. It may sound that real! No pun intended.
But being NOT a lawyer at all, I would rather sail my boat out the bunker of a gunned soldier to the gushing tsunami of the Pacific then jump out of a possible equilibrium with, say, human rights and fill in the common bandwagon and finger-point Jayson Ivler, “You’re a dead meat, boy!”
It appears to be a downright shame if in case this murder of a cabinet official’s son will go off-hand and reminds us of the Alabang Boys circus sometime ago.From a clear heavy-drama of a story to a peepsqueak “what-could-you-call-that” never heard story.
Practically, the evidence speaks for itself. “It never lies”, said Gus Abelgas. The slug from the murder site and the one Ivler used inside his house matched. The mother hides the suspect for quite a time. Then came out crying, “My son’s a baboy!” err “dinalang parang baboy”. US Embassy, helppppp!
Then I’ll say, BULL@#%& (expletive). If there is bitay, I would say, “Go, chop his limbs off using an office cutter, dress it with bagoong or patis and feed him to a lion or shark”.
But even though after this and, gladly, I am not a lawyer. If I am, then I might wonder what kind of punishment I shall die to inflict to the Ampatuans of Maguindanao.
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