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Something just occurred to me. Baguio might have been a significant part of the lives of the childhood monsters I spoke of previously. They may be -- or some might not be, in fairness to the guys who try to be good -- fine products of rigorous training in Fort del Pilar, Camp Dangwa, or Teachers Camp. They might have been proud graduates at some point in time, and might have even had their smiling, triumphant pictures beside their beaming parents published in the Baguio Midland Courier.

Just a thought.

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The Nashman said…
kaya nga i-abolish na natin yang PMA na yan...1 rotten nutter out of 100 can't be that bad, the problem is that 1 rotten nutter is the one who becomes General....I mean, paano umabot sa general sina Garcia, Ligot...etc while the good ones get dismissed.....

but then if we follow this line of argument then we have to shut down UP as well as 50 out of 100 of their graduates become crooks....:D
padma said…
Case in point: Mike Defensor

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