
22/08/2025
âwill we wake up, or keep sleeping while the water rises?â
[PERSONAL REFLECTION]
â The Rude Awakening: When Numbers Have Names and Corruption Has Addresses
Iâve been writing about Philippine politics long enough to think I had built a healthy cynicism toward corruption.
The routine is familiar: officials skimming off the top, padded contracts, the usual suspects pointing fingers at one another when election season rolls around.
But Senator Ping Lacsonâs privilege speech yesterday wasnât another tired exposĂ©.
It was a dissection of a system so entrenched, so clinically organized in its theft, that I caught myself staring into my morning coffee wondering if I had underestimated how far this the corruption and thievery reaches.
â The Math That Makes Your Blood Boil
1.9 trillion pesos in flood control funds over 15 years.
Namnamin mo: one point nine TRILLION pesos.
Thatâs not spare change.
Thatâs not discretionary pork.
Thatâs nation-building money.
Enough to transform the Philippines into a flood-ready country.
Yet in many parts of the Philippines, streets still turn into rivers when typhoons hit.
Families still evacuate to the same centers.
Year after year, people lose the same belongings in the same floods.
Now I know why.
Lacsonâs âpie-sharingâ map reads like a corruption manual.
A P100 million project, after standard deductions, should leave P82 million for actual construction. But the slices go elsewhere:
âȘïž DPWH officials: 8â10%
âȘïž Bids and Awards Committee: 5â6%
âȘïž COA personnel: 0.5â1%
âȘïž Local politiciansâ âparking feeâ: 5â6%
âȘïž The congressman who âfundedâ it: 20â25%
Only 40% reaches the ground.
Sixty percent of flood control fundsâmoney meant to protect livesâis siphoned off with cold precision and carnival-level brazenness.
â When Corruption Gets an Organizational Chart
What shook me most wasnât the size of the theft. It was its efficiency.
They operate with codes.
With percentages.
With carved-up territories like syndicates staking corners.
Except their turf is provinces, and their product is public safety.
The âdistinct projectsâ Lacson flaggedâbudget entries with identical amounts in different placesâarenât clerical quirks. Theyâre territorial claims. Coded numbers that mark ownership of public funds.
In Bulacan, 28 separate projects were all pegged at exactly P72 million. Not P71.8 million. Not P72.3 million. Clean, round P72 million. Looting by calculator.
â The Ghost Projects That Haunt Real Families
The most chilling number is zero.
Ghost projects marked âcompletedâ while communities drown.
Take Sitio D**e, Barangay Apitong. P192.99 million supposedly spent on flood control.
Documents marked it done in 2024.
Residents confirmed: nothing was built.
Nearly P200 million disappeared into thin air.
Imagine families sandbagging their homes, hauling belongings to higher ground, not knowing that on paper, millions were spent to keep them safe.
Money that exists only in a corrupt officialâs bank account.
â The Regional Reality: When Your Backyard Is the Crime Scene
Living in Central Luzon makes this sting even harder. When Lacson named Bulacan the âmost notoriousâ province for anomalies, he wasnât speaking of far-off scandals. He was talking about our backyard.
The Pampanga case in Arayat twisted my gut.
The Candating riverbank project began with P20 million in 2018. By 2023, it was P91.6 million.
By 2024, it ballooned to P183 millionâan 815% jump.
The same contractor, Eddmari Construction, still gets contracts despite being blacklisted elsewhere.
The river still floods.
Homes still drown.
The contractor gets paid.
â Congressional Theater, Taxpayer Tragedy
Perhaps the most infuriating part is the political theater.
Politicians plaster their names and faces on banners, presenting projects as personal gifts to the public.
But itâs not their money. Itâs ours.
Taxes from groceries, from government fees, from every peso we pay into the system.
Money meant for protection, repurposed for self-promotion.
In Oriental Mindoro, P10 billionâ55% of its entire flood control budgetâcame through congressional insertions.
A good governance marketing funded by theft.
â The Human Arithmetic of Corruption
Each slice of the pie has human cost:
âȘïž Children wading through flooded classrooms instead of learning
âȘïž Families losing everything, over and over
âȘïž Small businesses destroyed by rising waters
âȘïž Communities stuck in survival mode instead of moving forward
A brand of sloppy governance executed with professional precision, leaving consequences measured in Filipino suffering.
â A Presidentâs Rage, A Senatorâs Courage
Iâll give this: Marcosâs âMahiya naman kayo!â during the SONA cut deeper than scripted lines. That anger was real.
The âSumbong sa Panguloâ site isnât mere gimmickryâitâs an admission that our bureaucracies are too corrupted to handle complaints.
And Lacson? This wasnât showboating.
He came armed with investigations, drone footage, insider accounts. This was detective work disguised as a Senate speech, laying out evidence like an indictment.
And for this, I thank Marcos for kickstarting the inquiry, and Lacson, for the incisive investigation and presentation.
â The Wake-Up Call We Canât Ignore
Hereâs the truth I canât shake: corruption isnât just present.
Itâs systematicâa vice politicians turned into an income-generating industry.
A trillion-peso machine that floods us in poverty while enriching a circle of thieves.
The choice isnât whether we can afford to fight corruption. The choice is whether we can survive letting it continue.
Every shrug, every âganito na talaga,â is another vote for ghost projects. Another year of knee-deep water. Another betrayal.
â More Than Flood ControlâSoul Control
Lacsonâs remark about âgreed controlâ struck home; a start realization that what we face isnât just a governance issue but a crisis in values.
When stealing P200 million for flood protection becomes routine, when siphoning life-saving infrastructure money becomes a business model, we arenât just misgoverned.
Weâre robbed of the very contract that binds government and citizen.
â The Choice Is Still Ours
As I end this piece with cold coffee on my desk, I canât escape the memory of past exposĂ©s.
Headlines screamed.
Politicians promised reforms.
Then floods came again.
Ghost projects grew.
The pie got sliced once more.
What feels different now is the precision of the evidence.
The exposure of a system, not just individuals.
And the real task for all of us?
The dismantling of an industry built on theft.
We must decide: do we keep tolerating systematic robbery of funds meant to save lives, or do we finally demand a government that protects the people it swore to serve?
The alarm has rung.
The evidence is there.
The choice, as always, belongs to us.
The only question left: will we wake up, or keep sleeping while the water rises?
To end, every morning, I ask myself what kind of country we are leaving for the next generation.
After Lacsonâs speech, the answer is painfully clear: it depends on whether we wake from this nightmare of normalized corruptionâor keep pressing snooze while the floods take us under.
Source: Ping Lacson