‘Whatever is left of Roque’s courage and dignity, he should be man enough to face the music after the POGO swan song has faded.’
SUDDENLY, humba — a popular Visayan-Cebuano viand of tender pork belly with soy sauce, vinegar, black peppercorns, garlic, bay leaves, fermented black beans and sweetened by muscovado sugar — is thrust into the limelight.
It will not be a surprise that, like lechon manok in the 80s, some enterprising minds will try to invest in humba and hopefully make a killing.
Thanks to Harry Roque, who has elevated himself into a god, believing that he was blasphemed by his fellow DDS minions who castigated him for eating a few chunks of humba during the birthday celebration of another DDS personality in The Hague, Netherlands.
Harry’s macho posturing when he confronted a Duterte supporter whom he claimed to have backstabbed him only exposes the ugly civil war between the rabid minions of the former populist president, who had called God stupid and got away with rape jokes.
In fairness to Harry, he said in an interview that he only took a few pieces to have a taste but he was really eating spaghetti.
But in the eyes of other Duterte supporters, he was only a gatecrasher to the birthday event.
The humba brouhaha only exposes the Duterte House Divided.
Along with Bong Go, Harry Roque is identified with the House of Honeylet Avanceña and apparently mistrusted by the House of Elizabeth Zimmerman lorded over by Duterte kids — Sara, Pulong and Baste.
Poor Harry. After serving Duterte with canine loyalty, he suddenly finds himself an outsider trying hard to be an insider.
Mocked by Duterte ICC lawyer Nicholas Kaufman, Harry Roque had better go back home to the Philippines.
Whatever is left of Roque’s courage and dignity, he should be man enough to face the music after the POGO swan song has faded.
