We are taught to fear danger from outside: Chinese ships in the West Philippine Sea, a flag on a reef, war on the news. It is real, but it comes second. It is rarely destroyed from outside; it rots from within, killed by its own protectors.
In 1998 I sat before a panel at the country’s defense college, applying for the Master in National Security Administration. Asked why, I said I was lost as a Filipino: the news never matched what our industries faced, and the upbeat economy talk deepened the fog. By the end I had my answer. The deadliest weapons were never guns or ships. They were lies and propaganda, used quietly for twenty-five years, never aimed more accurately than now.
The real betrayal is this: the institutions built to raise the young were put up for sale. Start with the two that hurt most. The men in robes were meant to teach right from wrong; instead they use the church to manipulate the faithful, turning them against a chosen enemy while the money vanishes. That is not faith. It is a personal attack in holy cloth. They preach against evil and practice it, against the devil and serve him. They are not shepherds. They are devils and sinners, politicians in robes, for sale. The school, built to teach the young to think, now teaches them to look away; the professors who hid it are the worst teachers. When the men in robes and the school go silent on the same theft, they become partners in the cover-up.
The money was supposed to keep towns above the water. Hundreds of billions in flood-control funds went into projects never built. The finance department told the Senate, in September 2025, that these ghost projects cost up to a hundred-eighteen billion pesos and a quarter-million jobs. One senator called the half-trillion-peso program a grand robbery of the nation.
The men in robes preach against evil and practice it, against the devil and serve him: devils and sinners, politicians in robes, for sale.
Their anger never lands on the theft, and never on the man who hands them the money; in every protest, his is the one name never spoken. Silence like that is never free. The official is paid with a higher post. The men in robes take a quiet, generous donation. The turncoat takes cash, whoever is in power. A newcomer with a famous surname gets airtime, keeping a dying name alive.
The media will not save us. The news was always perspective, never truth. It told the truth once, in 1986, against a dictator. Since then it has done public relations, its duty gone for good.
This is the real weapon. Small failures, swallowed daily, teach a public to expect nothing, until a robbery this big feels like nothing new, until corruption is the daily weather. The hypocrisy is the deadly part: a country can survive its thieves, not the guards who teach it to stop caring. None of this touches the faith, or the faithful who pray for an honest country.
Then there are the children. The armed left has never hidden its goal, to bring down the government, so it gathers money, builds its party, and waits its turn. The military has fought this movement since 1969, and by its own account the rebels fill their ranks with minors, fourteen-year-olds who belong in classrooms, against the 2019 law meant to protect them. In April the army reported children among the dead after gun battles in Samar and Negros. The ones not handed a rifle are handed a script, turned on the one person the corrupt fear most: the last honest official who could put them all behind bars. Either way, the young are spent like ammunition.
And when those children come home in coffins, the silence holds. Behind the scenes these are not rivals; they are quiet allies, and the alliance now reaches the very forces meant to fight the left: the silent men in uniform, the executive above them, the legislature meant to check them. All of it designed by the one man with no name, to bury the one honest official who could end him. With no one left to fight the left, every Filipino becomes a recruit. Who is left to protect them?
National security was never only about the sea. The threat that will finish us wears no foreign uniform and speaks our language. Four of them did the selling: the men in robes, the school, the press, the armed left. But the real threat to national security is the one man none of them will name.
Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author and are intended to encourage public discussion on governance and national issues. They do not represent any official position of the institutions the author may be affiliated with.
Dr. Paul Y. Chua holds doctoral degrees in fiscal management and in peace and security and a master’s in national security administration, with executive education at the Harvard Kennedy School of Government. He writes on Philippine governance, national security, and fiscal policy.
Not yet recovered — 15 articles
No submission email located in the Sent folder for these. All predate the recovered set except the first two.
One further note. “MT walang pila” (submitted 15 April 2026, direct to the opinion desk) was rejected — the Opinion Desk replied that it arrived hours after deadline and they would run the earlier column instead. It is not one of the 27 and is not included here.
Originally published by The Manila Times on July 30, 2026.
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