Justice behind schedule
Joe Vincent Fernandez What was once envisioned as a platform to amplify marginalized voices and democratize representation in Congress has become a backdoor for the dubious political lineage— an instant
Joe Vincent Fernandez What was once envisioned as a platform to amplify marginalized voices and democratize representation in Congress has become a backdoor for the dubious political lineage— an instant
Bernadette Soriano Hiya has long been flattened into the English word “shame,” but that translation does it no justice. In our culture, hiya is not just the blush of embarrassment—it
Press freedom in the Philippines is not alive—it is barely breathing. Attacks, harassment, and impunity have long strangled journalism in this country, reducing what should be a constitutional right into
“And the winner is… Broken leadership!” Matapos “ipagtanggol” ang administrasyon laban kay Baste Duterte noong nakaraang buwan, sinibak si Philippine National Police (PNP) Chief General Nicolas Torre III sa kaniyang poste, sa bisa
Sa Pilipinas, hindi mo na kailangan ng genius IQ para umasenso—sapat na ang diskarte. Pero hindi ito yung diskarte na pinupuri sa self-help books. Sa mundo ng ilang engineer at
Marc Nathaniel Servo Journalists have always self-regulated themselves within the tight scrutiny of integrity and public service, the same values that separate them from vloggers in an era of doubt:
A stopwatch. A scoreboard. A stat sheet. This is how sport is supposed to decide winners. But in the 33rd Southeast Asian Games in Thailand, victory is being measured not
“I’m not disappointed, I am very angry.”—that’s how President Ferdinand Marcos Jr. proclaimed himself as he inspected the infamous ₱55-million “ghost” riverwall in Baliuag, Bulacan. Standing before the unfinished structure, he
When was the last time you shaded a ballot for the Barangay and Sangguniang Kabataan Elections (BSKE)? For many, it is hard to recall, not because democracy is unimportant, but
Bernadette Soriano Sometimes, being an adult feels like being trapped in a showroom: perfectly arranged, always presentable, never allowed to spill. But what if the real measure of maturity isn’t