Moving Backwards

Who could have imagined we’d descend into such a grotesque inversion of justice and dignity?  

We now inhabit a society where convicted criminals are not only freed, but elevated, and paraded as state witnesses, while those who dare to defend the vulnerable are hunted, vilified, and imprisoned. The very notion of accountability has been twisted beyond recognition.

I never thought I’d live to see the day when our leaders glorify substance addiction, turning it into spectacle, while fabricating charges against those who fight to heal and protect.  

Truth is no longer inconvenient because it’s now criminal. Integrity is punished, while deception is rewarded with airtime and applause.

And in the midst of calamity, when floods swallow homes and grief hangs heavy in the air, millions are squandered on concerts and vanity events.   Besides being tone-deaf, it’s a deliberate mockery of suffering. A performance of indifference and insensitivity.

I never foresaw a political class so brazen, so untouchable, that they flaunt designer clothes, luxury cars, and opulent lifestyles without fear of consequence, while ordinary citizens scrape for rice, endure hunger, and watch prices climb like unchecked fire.   Poverty isn’t a policy failure anymore. It’s a feature of the system. A tool of control.

The dark echoes of martial law have returned—not in name, but in practice.   The national police, once sworn to protect, now act as private enforcers for the powerful. Their allegiance has shifted from the Constitution to the highest bidder.

This isn’t governance. It’s a nightmare masquerading as democracy.  And the most terrifying part? It’s starting to feel normal. The absurdity has calcified into routine. The madness is no longer shocking because it’s the regular life.