Taxman, Superman, a President, and a Lover Boy
Lots of interesting news on my Facebook News Feed this morning.
On the
local front, there’s now a 20% tax on interest of all kinds of savings accounts,
courtesy of Taxman himself, Finance Secretary Ralph Recto.
Rumors
abound that Senator Bato Dela Rosa will soon be arrested by ICC. Yay!
Taal Volcano
is threatening to erupt while the search for the missing sabungeros continues.
And
finally, Sara Duterte’s impeachment will begin on August 4. Yay!
Abroad, USA
President Donald Trump was diagnosed with Chronic Venous Insufficiency (CVI). People
noticed his bruised hand and severely swollen ankles and demanded an
explanation. CVI happens when your leg veins are damaged and struggle to efficiently
return blood to your heart. Ironic, because just a few months ago, Trump, after
a physical examination, boasted that he was the fittest and healthiest man ever
to assume the presidency, that his health was spectacular and simply astonishing—“I’m
the fittest, healthiest president you’ll ever see, no one is healthier than me,”
he bragged.
It turned
out that he was quite sick, as it was also alleged that he was taking powerful
cholesterol-lowering drugs (he’s a big McDonald’s fan and they say that he eats
two Big Macs almost daily plus Coke) and had been secretly carrying a colostomy
bag.
His critics
have been patiently and happily waiting for him to suddenly drop dead.
Incidentally,
CIV’s not the only thing bugging Trump these days. Jeffrey Epstein’s ghost continues to haunt him—yes, Jeffrey Epstein, the demonic pedophile who raped hundreds of
young girls, many as young as fourteen, fifteen years old. Trump admitted he
was Epstein’s best friend and there were accusations that Trump molested young
girls with him.
Epstein
committed suicide while in prison (but others suspected that he was killed to
silence him). Curiously, Trump was president when he died.
The new
Superman movie is reportedly awesome.
A CEO and
his co-worker were caught having an affair in, of all places, a Coldplay
concert. Chris Martin, the band’s frontman, noticed the pair in a tight hug,
but as the camera focused on them, the pair quickly separated and covered their
faces, provoking Chris Martin to comment that they were either having an affair
or were very shy. Apparently, they weren’t very shy. The clip went viral, and
netizens tracked the pair’s identities.
Now, for
their next venue, Coldplay has announced that there will be sections in it that
won’t have cameras.
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