Looking at the election results, I slept on the probable composition of the incoming Senate, and dreamt about a typical policy debate among the senators. Fragments of my dream went like this:
Sonny Angara: My father wanted me to re-file this bill about…
Alan Cayetano: No, you can’t do that. Over my dead father’s body…
Grace Poe: Same here. Over my dead father’s body. Continue reading “A Senate nightmare”