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Bully at the High Court


WHEN push came to shove, a Quezon City judge proved that he was made of less sterner, too-mortal stuff—and buckled under brazen bullying of a High Court official.

No matter: The judge had made his stand, inked a decision on a case involving a government financial institution in favor of the other party assailing the cash-strapped,
graft-ridden, debt-saddled GFI… such a status for the GFI stood firmly at quo. But once the Ombudsman pries its nose into that institution, the anti-graft body would likely convulse in loathing, but that’s another story.

GFI honcho, rather than bow to the judge’s ruling, chose to grovel to his University of the Philippines frat brod who happens to be a Supreme Court official. Aah, a deputy court administrator can be a lofty post, yeah, but hoisting a bull or a bully that high neither transforms nor lends nobility to the beast-- a bully in a china shop is just another bully out to wreak havoc.

So this Supreme Court goon went after the lower court judge, nudged and cadged and cajoled to reverse the decision to favor the GFI.

Napipitpit man ang bayag ng naturang hukom, talagang pinanindigan na ang kanyang inihatol...  and chose to inhibit himself from the case.  Consequently, as the case was tossed here and there, a more amiable, uh, anorchous ruling was cranked out to suit the dicta of the High Court thugee.

Nota bene, Supreme Court Chief Justice Lourdes Sereno, tattletales had a field day wagging their tongues and sneezing at the direction of Padre Faura and Taft Ave., wondering why the decision of a lower court judge with balls was overhauled-- why, the GFI didn't even ply out an appeal for a reversal of the earlier decision.

Now we know that all is not sex that appeals-- a thorough screwing can do miracles… churn out whatever is not appealed for, mwa-ha-ha-ha-haw!

The Chief Justice need not rue about the lack of warm bodies in attendance at the Monday flag-raising rites over at the Padre Faura grounds… what she has to set her gun sights on are the scalawags like that goon who has ensconced himself in that high office, rubbing elbows with the high and mighty, fixing cases to suit his clientele and giving the Supreme Court the image of a justice for retail store…

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