The Clumsy Asssasin

Tony was laying on his couch and listening to the radio. Like everyone, he was frustrated by politics.

"It's all the same," he murmured his complaint.

And it really was. Oftentimes, it was the rich themselves who sat in the office. Their wealth helped them fund their campaigns for office. They made laws to help their businesses. Their parents were businessmen and politicians. Their grandparents were similarly rich and powerful. They were rich and powerful ever since the Spanish colonization era.

In the Spanish era, a few people were granted land. Fuck everyone else who worked the land too, right? Mestizo, and Chinese were granted land. The land gave them money to buy more land and businesses. Their sons took over. Their inheritance helped them fund their campaigns for office. They made laws and policies to better their businesses. They got even more powerful and richer. It was easy to retain wealth and power after that. Or even increase them. With a good education and money, they either retained their wealth or made more businesses. A few sons failed, of course. But many of those children carrying their family name still hold the wealth and power to this day.

There were people who tilled their land, of course. They barely made a living. Their children barely made a living too. There were those who slightly made more though. They learned valuable skills. They could live somewhat decently. And there were a very few who got rich. (They became politicians too. Their children will probably be rich and powerful too in the future.) Most though got trapped. They barely had enough to eat. Their children had to quit school to get food in their bellies. Their children had difficulties finding a decent job. They became poor too. A few, especially the poorest of the poor, used drugs to help cope with all this bullshit. The cycle repeated up to this day.

"In three to six months, I will stop drugs and criminality," he heard the newly elected Mayor Duterturd's promise on the radio. "Go ahead and kill drug addicts."

There really weren't very good choices. Tony himself voted for the landed elite, former Councilor Aquino. It was either the same landed elite rich fuck who would hold the office, or a mass murderer. A rich and powerful mass murderer. Duterturd's father got rich and powerful when he became a crony to the dictator, former President Marcos.

"I was angry she was raped, yes, that was one thing. But she was so beautiful, I think the mayor should have been first. What a waste."

Well, a rapist and misogynist too.

"We talked to Kerry, he was actually ok because I had a fight with his ambassador. I told him: 'your ambassador is a gay son of a bitch."

Add in a bit more misogyny and transphobia.

Vice Mayor Leni was kicked out of the city meetings for any sort of criticism of the mayor. Councilor Leila was imprisoned for advocating human rights. Councilor Trillanes was imprisoned again for criticizing the mayor. A teacher near Tony's neighborhood was killed for criticizing the drug campaign. Thousands of poor people were killed in just three years. And those were only the ones documented.

A fishing boat near the coast was crashed by a Chinese vessel. Mayor Duterturd is still kissing Chinese government ass because China gave the city money. Oh, and let the Chinese occupy part of our land and waters too.

Tony stood up and smoothened the creases on his pants.

"We gotta start somewhere right?"

"I'm gonna kill the mayor."

Tony tripped on the way to the gun store. This was the birth of the clumsy assassin.