07/25/2025
They swagger like Quiboloy, masks of bravado stretched thin over trembling cowardice. The Dutertes—loud voices, louder threats, and a legacy of intimidation wielded like a blunt sword by men too brittle to truly fight. Their strength? Not in conviction or intellect—but in theatrics and fear-mongering. Mentally frail, psychologically fragile, physically outmatched—they roar to silence their own insecurities.
Take Baste Duterte, the inked showpiece parading as Davao City’s mayor. A walking mural of false grit. When the iron-fisted General Torre—the man who dared to capture pastor Quiboloy—stepped into the spotlight, Baste didn’t offer discourse or dignity. No, he threw down a challenge for a boxing match, hoping the weight of his name would make Torre flinch.
But the General didn’t flinch. He was forged in fire, born with steel in his bones. Instead of retreat, he trained—body honed, mind sharpened, spirit fortified. He was ready, a storm with fists.
And Baste? He vanished. Like mist under the sun, he fled to Singapore, leaving behind echoes of a fight he never intended to finish. The roaring lion proved to be nothing more than a kitten in costume, mewling behind foreign borders. What the heck! Davao wake up! See the situation for what it is. The character of your leaders is way below standard!
Nicolas Torre III
Senator Risa Hontiveros
Sebastian "Baste" Duterte