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Dr. John’s Wishful is a blog where stories, struggles, and hopes for a better nation come alive. It blends personal reflections with social commentary, turning everyday experiences into insights on democracy, unity, and integrity. More than critique, it is a voice of hope—reminding readers that words can inspire change, truth can challenge power, and dreams can guide Filipinos toward a future of justice and nationhood.

Friday, November 7, 2025

When Lawyers Run the Political Party Like a Courtroom

  *Dr. Rodolfo John Ortiz Teope, PhD, EdD, DM


“When law replaces love, and procedure replaces purpose—politics loses its humanity.”  —Dr. John Ortiz Teope


I have seen a political party fall apart—not for lack of money, leaders, or loyal followers—but because it surrendered its heart to its lawyer. It mistook intellect for instinct, and strategy for soul. The tragedy began the moment the party allowed its sole legal counsel to speak louder than its conscience, to lead the march without ever stepping into the crowd.


Politics, after all, is not a courtroom—it is a living, breathing battlefield of people, emotion, and story. And when you let a lawyer run it like a case before a judge, you are not fighting for the people anymore—you are filing motions before a deaf nation. The verdict will always be the same: disunity, loss, and slow death.


A legal counsel has a sacred duty: to protect, not to possess. To defend the party from external threats, not to direct its internal pulse. His wisdom is precious when the party is in trouble before the Commission on Elections or in the courts, but his voice should never drown out the voice of the grassroots, the volunteers, and the believers who bleed for the cause.


But some parties forget that. They let legal minds replace political hearts. They trade passion for procedure. Suddenly, meetings sound like hearings. Memos replace rallies. Debates replace dreams. And one by one, the operators—the true warriors who know how to move people, to organize barangays, to awaken the weary and the poor—quietly leave. The fire dies, and the party becomes a shadow of what it once was.


I pity that party, not because it is weak, but because it chose to be soulless. It survived in paper, but died in spirit. It won arguments but lost elections. It could quote laws, but not feel the pulse of the people. It was a party that learned how to defend itself in court, but forgot how to defend the hopes of the nation.


Politics, unlike the courtroom, does not reward the smartest—it rewards the most human. The battle is not fought in oral arguments but in the trust of the masses, the laughter of the children in campaign caravans, the tears of volunteers who believe they are part of something bigger than themselves. Lawyers argue to convince a judge. Politicians live to touch a life.


Yes, lawyers are necessary—they are the armor when storms come. But they must never become the general commanding the march. The lifeblood of a party flows not from the ink of pleadings, but from the heartbeat of those who still believe in change, in movement, in people.


And so the lesson stands like a warning carved in marble: a party run by its legal counsel may win in court, but it will lose in the streets. For the law may protect your existence, but only love for the people sustains your purpose.


I still remember the last meeting I attended before that party died. The hall was cold—not filled with lawyers, but dominated by their sole legal counsel—speaking Latin phrases that no ordinary member could understand. Outside the window, I could hear the muffled chants of our forgotten supporters and sidelined leaders, the same people who once marched for us under the sun and rain. They were replaced and silenced to give way to rich, traditional, turncoat politicians whose loyalty was measured only by convenience. They were there, waiting for a sign of life from the party they once loved. But no one came out. No one even noticed them.


That night, I knew the party was gone—not by expulsion, but by extinction of spirit. It had lost the sound of its own heartbeat.


As I walked out of that building, I whispered to myself, “You cannot resurrect a party through manipulations using circumventions of legal procedures; you can only resurrect it with people.”


And somewhere in the silence of that night, I felt the truth echo back—politics without passion is like a song without a voice. And no matter how perfect the lyrics, it will never move the heart again.


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 *About the author:

Dr. Rodolfo “John” Ortiz Teope is a distinguished Filipino academicpublic intellectual, and advocate for civic education and public safety, whose work spans local academies and international security circles. With a career rooted in teaching, research, policy, and public engagement, he bridges theory and practice by making meaningful contributions to academic discourse, civic education, and public policy. Dr. Teope is widely respected for his critical scholarship in education, managementeconomicsdoctrine development, and public safety; his grassroots involvement in government and non-government organizations; his influential media presence promoting democratic values and civic consciousness; and his ethical leadership grounded in Filipino nationalism and public service. As a true public intellectual, he exemplifies how research, advocacy, governance, and education can work together in pursuit of the nation’s moral and civic mission.



The Word That Never Ends

 *Dr. Rodolfo John Ortiz Teope, PhD, EdD, DM


I still remember the first time I came across this play on words. It was written on a small piece of paper, tucked inside a book I borrowed from a friend. It said:

Fri(END), Boyfri(END), Girlfri(END), Bestfri(END). Everything has an END.
Except Fam(ILY), because it has three letters that say: “I LOVE YOU.”

At first, I laughed. It seemed like one of those witty quotes people post on social media just to catch attention. But the more I thought about it, the more it sank into me. There was truth in it, a truth I had lived without even realizing it.

I’ve had my share of friendships that ended. In school, I had a best friend I thought would always be around. We shared snacks, secrets, and even dreams about the future. We promised that nothing would come between us. But life did what life always does—it moved us into different directions. The daily phone calls became weekly, the weekly messages became yearly greetings, and then, one day, silence. That silence became the “end” that was hidden all along in the word “friend.”

Love was no different. I once believed a relationship would last forever. She was my world then, and I was sure we were meant to grow old together. But forever lasted only as long as our patience, and when our paths began to clash, love gave way to distance. It was painful, but the word itself had warned me—boyfri(END), girlfri(END). Even in its spelling, romance carries a reminder that sometimes, no matter how much we try, it comes to an end.

Even best friends, those who feel like family we chose for ourselves, are not immune to endings. I had people I thought would stand by me in every storm. But when the waves grew stronger, some of them let go. That’s the cruel honesty of the word bestfri(END)—sometimes, even the ones we consider closest can walk away.

But family—family is different. And this is where the words touched me the most.

Family is where I run back to when the world outside collapses. I think of my mother waiting up for me when I got home late, worried but relieved the moment she saw me safe. I think of my father, working harder than his body allowed, just so I could go to school. I think of my siblings who, even in our endless fights, were the first to defend me when someone else tried to hurt me.

And when I read that fam(ILY) carries three hidden letters that spell “I LOVE YOU”, I realized it wasn’t just clever—it was true. Family has always been love, in all its messy, imperfect, but unconditional form.
It doesn’t mean family is perfect. We fight, we misunderstand, we hurt each other sometimes. But no matter what, family is the one place where love doesn’t expire. A friend may forget you, a lover may leave you, but family—whether by blood or by choice—is the love that endures.

Looking back, I smile at how a simple play on words opened my eyes. Life has taught me that almost everything ends: friendships fade, relationships break, seasons change. But family? Family is forever. Hidden inside its letters is a message more powerful than any ending: I LOVE YOU.

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 *About the author:

Dr. Rodolfo “John” Ortiz Teope is a distinguished Filipino academicpublic intellectual, and advocate for civic education and public safety, whose work spans local academies and international security circles. With a career rooted in teaching, research, policy, and public engagement, he bridges theory and practice by making meaningful contributions to academic discourse, civic education, and public policy. Dr. Teope is widely respected for his critical scholarship in education, managementeconomicsdoctrine development, and public safety; his grassroots involvement in government and non-government organizations; his influential media presence promoting democratic values and civic consciousness; and his ethical leadership grounded in Filipino nationalism and public service. As a true public intellectual, he exemplifies how research, advocacy, governance, and education can work together in pursuit of the nation’s moral and civic mission.


Tuesday, November 4, 2025

The Rise of the Genuine Center: The Quiet Power of the Nationalist People’s Coalition

 *Dr. Rodolfo John Ortiz Teope, PhD, EdD, DM




There are seasons in a nation’s life when the noise must fade, when the shouting must stop, and when reason — long buried under the rubble of politics — must once again be heard. I believe we are entering that season. The Filipino people are awakening from the long dream of slogans and grand illusions. They have learned to see through the glitter of false unity and the anger of populism. What they now crave is something simpler, something truer — a politics that works, a government that listens, and a leadership that delivers.


In 2010, we lived through idealism — the era of promise, when purity was mistaken for preparation. In 2016, anger became the national anthem, and discipline became the excuse for fear. In 2022, unity became the sweetest word, yet one that dissolved when it was most needed. We have been idealistic, we have been angry, we have been hopeful. Now, it is time to be wise.


This is the moment when the nation seeks the Genuine Center — the balance between heart and mind, compassion and competence, idealism and practicality. And at that center stands a party that has weathered the storms of Philippine politics without losing its soul — the Nationalist People’s Coalition.


The NPC has never needed to shout to be heard. It has never thrived on image or slogan. It does not live on branding, because it does not need one. Its credibility was not bought in elections; it was built through endurance. While others defined themselves by colors, gestures, and propaganda, the NPC defined itself by consistency. It is a party that does not exist to oppose or to dominate — it exists to serve and to sustain.


Its party ideology is rooted in two enduring truths: Nationalism and Social Responsibility. But in the hands of the NPC, these words are not abstractions — they are the twin engines of governance.


Nationalism, for the NPC, is not about noise but nurture — protecting Filipino industries, empowering local economies, and upholding sovereignty without isolating the country from progress. It is the nationalism of construction, not confrontation; the nationalism that builds classrooms, not fences.


Social responsibility, on the other hand, is not charity — it is consciousness. It is the idea that governance must touch real lives — that budgets are not just numbers, but nourishment; that laws are not just words, but welfare.


This balance between nationalism and social responsibility makes the NPC not just a political organization, but a moral framework. It does not sell false hopes or emotional campaigns. It deals with the real — with what is possible, what is practical, and what is sustainable.


At the helm of this stability is Senate President Vicente “Tito” Sotto III, the Party Chairman of the NPC. His leadership has quietly reshaped the party’s soul — giving it direction without distraction, discipline without rigidity, and purpose without pride. He does not lead by intimidation but by inspiration. His influence is not theatrical; it is transformational.


Sotto understands that the strength of a party does not lie in its noise but in its resiliency — its ability to adapt, endure, and stay relevant without betraying its core beliefs. Under his chairmanship, the NPC has become a model of political solidity. Its members may come from different provinces, generations, and backgrounds, yet they move with one heartbeat — the shared belief that governance must be practical, policies must be grounded, and public service must be genuine.


In every administration, the NPC has survived not because it bends, but because it balances. It is never reckless in alliance, never bitter in opposition. Its steadiness comes from loyalty — not to personalities, but to principle. That is why, when others dissolve with their leaders, the NPC remains. When coalitions collapse, the NPC endures. When others rebrand, the NPC simply continues.


That is resiliency — the rarest currency in Philippine politics today.


As I observe the political horizon, I feel that 2028 will not be another year of noise. It will not be another season of anger or illusion. It will be the Year of the Center — when the people finally choose balance over bitterness, reason over rhetoric, and stability over spectacle.


For too long, the extremes have dominated our national story — the left shouting revolution, the right shouting redemption, and both leaving the middle unheard. But now, the middle has begun to rise — the Genuine Center that believes in results, not revenge; in vision, not vanity.


And the NPC, with its integrity intact and its ideology consistent, stands as the heart of that center. It carries no unnecessary colors, no divisive slogans, no borrowed causes. It carries only belief — belief in the Filipino, belief in government, and belief in the principle that true politics is not about taking sides but about taking responsibility.


In the leadership of Tito Sotto, I see this quiet renaissance unfolding. He has made the NPC not a mere organization, but an anchor of steadiness in a restless political sea. He focuses not on building empires but on strengthening the structure of ideas. He reminds his members that loyalty is not to one man, but to one mission — to preserve the moral and political equilibrium of our democracy.


His legacy is not measured by headlines, but by harmony — the way he has kept the NPC united, relevant, and respected across decades of turbulence. That is leadership in its truest form: when your steadiness becomes the center of others’ stability.


The rise of the Genuine Center is not a slogan — it is a shift of consciousness. It is the nation’s quiet rebellion against emotional politics, against arrogance dressed as leadership, against empty words wrapped as ideology. It is the Filipino finally saying, “Enough of the extremes. Let us now think, build, and move forward.”


And in that calm, the NPC will be there — resilient, solid, and prepared — the quiet flame that never went out while the storms raged.


2028 will not be the year of the loud, but the year of the lasting. It will not be the year of those who divide, but of those who deliver. It will not be the year of spectacle, but the year of substance. It will be the Year of the Center, and in that center stands the Nationalist People’s Coalition — unbranded, unbowed, and unbroken.


Because in the end, the future does not belong to the loudest, but to the most consistent.

And that, perhaps, is the greatest truth our politics has yet to learn.

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 *About the author:

Dr. Rodolfo “John” Ortiz Teope is a distinguished Filipino academicpublic intellectual, and advocate for civic education and public safety, whose work spans local academies and international security circles. With a career rooted in teaching, research, policy, and public engagement, he bridges theory and practice by making meaningful contributions to academic discourse, civic education, and public policy. Dr. Teope is widely respected for his critical scholarship in education, managementeconomicsdoctrine development, and public safety; his grassroots involvement in government and non-government organizations; his influential media presence promoting democratic values and civic consciousness; and his ethical leadership grounded in Filipino nationalism and public service. As a true public intellectual, he exemplifies how research, advocacy, governance, and education can work together in pursuit of the nation’s moral and civic mission.



Taxing Dignity: Lessons from Pakistan’s Period Tax Case and What It Means for the Philippines

 *Dr. Rodolfo John Ortiz Teope, PhD, EdD, DM

There are moments in global news that strike a nerve deeper than mere curiosity — stories that touch the moral core of governance, dignity, and humanity. One such story comes from Pakistan, where a young lawyer named Mahnoor Omer, only twenty-five, dared to confront the silence of her nation’s tax laws. Her case — challenging the so-called “period tax” on sanitary products — is not just a local legal battle. It is a human cry that reverberates across developing nations like ours: a plea for governments to see dignity not as a luxury, but as a right.


A Young Lawyer Against an Old System

Mahnoor Omer’s story, reported by The Guardian, reads like a quiet revolution. She took her government to court for classifying menstrual products as taxable luxuries while items like cattle semen and milk remained tax-exempt. The irony stings — what is more essential to life: a cow’s fertility or a woman’s dignity?

In her petition, Omer argued that sanitary pads, taxed at rates that can raise their price by nearly 40%, are basic health necessities. Yet because of these taxes, millions of women and girls in Pakistan’s rural areas rely on unsafe substitutes — cloths, rags, even newspapers — risking infections, embarrassment, and school absences. According to data cited in the article, only 16.2% of rural women in Pakistan use pads, while one in five schoolgirls misses class during menstruation.

This is not just about tax codes. It’s about social blindness — the inability of a state to recognize that half its population bleeds monthly not by choice, but by biology. Omer’s courage, therefore, is not only legal but moral. It is a rebellion against cultural stigma, bureaucratic apathy, and economic injustice disguised as neutrality.


When Silence Becomes Policy

Reading Omer’s story reminded me of how silence — institutional and cultural — often becomes official policy. When governments refuse to acknowledge the menstrual cycle as a public health issue, they build invisible walls that trap women in cycles of shame and inequality.

Menstruation is not a private inconvenience; it is a biological constant that shapes the lives of billions. When society avoids the conversation, the silence multiplies — in classrooms where girls drop out due to embarrassment, in boardrooms where policies ignore gendered needs, and in parliaments where taxation remains “gender-blind.”

And yet, the term “gender-blind” sounds noble, doesn’t it? It implies equality. But equality without context is merely indifference wearing the mask of fairness. To tax a woman for menstruating is not neutrality — it is neglect institutionalized through numbers.


Taxation and the Politics of Dignity


Taxes, in theory, fund progress. But when applied carelessly, they can also institutionalize prejudice.

In Pakistan, the “period tax” is a textbook case of what economists call “regressive taxation” — a policy that burdens the poor and marginalized disproportionately. In reality, it is not just about money. It is about how the state defines what is essential.

If milk, salt, and livestock semen are tax-exempt because they are deemed necessary for survival and economy, what logic excludes sanitary pads? The answer is not economic. It is cultural. For generations, menstruation has been treated as something to hide — a topic unfit for public debate, let alone fiscal policy.

This is where Mahnoor Omer’s lawsuit becomes transformative. She forces the state to answer an uncomfortable question: What does a nation value more — tradition or dignity?



The Hidden Tax in Philippine Life

Before we Filipinos point fingers, let us ask: are we any better?

In the Philippines, sanitary napkins and tampons are also subject to 12% VAT, just like luxury perfumes or imported chocolates. The government does not classify them as “essential goods,” despite the fact that menstruation is a biological necessity. This means that women — especially poor women — pay more for being women.

This silent inequality is rarely discussed. Politicians talk endlessly about infrastructure, defense, and digitalization, yet few debate the economics of menstruation. This is partly cultural (we avoid taboo topics) and partly institutional (our tax system is designed around neutrality, not equity).

But neutrality is not justice. When the system treats all goods the same, those with specific needs are disadvantaged. Menstruation, pregnancy, and reproductive health are not universal conditions, and policies that ignore them perpetuate hidden discrimination.


When Dignity Becomes a Luxury


I remember my late mother, Juliana Castillo Ortiz Teope, teaching us as children how to stretch every peso to make the family budget work. “Aba, anak,” she would say, “ang mga babae, may buwanang pangangailangan. Isama mo yan sa gastusin ng mga kapatid mong babae, hindi yan luho.”

Her simple wisdom captures what policymakers miss: dignity has a cost, but it should never be treated as a luxury. When sanitary pads are taxed, it is not just an added burden on wallets — it is a symbolic declaration that a woman’s hygiene is negotiable.

In both Pakistan and the Philippines, we see how women are still left to carry the economic burden of their biology. It’s not that men created menstruation — it’s that men created the system that profits from it.



The Intersection of Health, Education, and Equity

Menstrual inequity affects more than dignity. It affects education, health, and national productivity.

When schoolgirls skip classes because of their periods, their learning suffers. When women use unsafe alternatives, their risk of infection rises. When mothers sacrifice household money to buy pads, family nutrition is compromised. Multiply this across millions of households, and you have a silent national crisis — one that erodes development from within.

Health officials may boast about hospital projects and vaccination drives, but if half the population cannot manage their menstruation safely, the country’s health system is incomplete. Menstrual health is public health. Taxing sanitary products is not just fiscal policy — it is a public health failure.


From Period Poverty to Policy Poverty


The deeper issue is not just period poverty — it is policy poverty. Governments often lack gender lenses when designing tax codes, education curricula, or disaster response programs.


Take our own context. After every typhoon, evacuation centers are filled with displaced families. Relief packs contain rice, canned goods, water — but seldom menstrual products. It’s as if women stop menstruating during disasters. The oversight is not malice; it’s blindness — the same blindness that keeps “sanitary pads” off the list of tax-exempt essentials. 

This is what Mahnoor Omer is challenging: not just a tax, but a mentality. Her petition, filed in the Lahore High Court, argues that taxing menstruation violates fundamental rights — to equality, to health, and to dignity. It is a constitutional argument grounded in humanity.


Why This Matters to the Philippines

In my years as a public servant and educator, I have seen how systemic issues hide behind technical words. We speak of “tax rationalization” or “revenue enhancement” as if human dignity can be itemized. But the true test of governance is not how much we collect, but how fairly we collect it.

The Philippines today grapples with inflation, budget deficits, and rising public debt. The Department of Finance constantly seeks new tax bases to widen the fiscal net. But as we widen the net, we must not forget who gets caught in it. When a tax system punishes necessity, it ceases to be just.

If Pakistan’s youth can challenge this, so can ours. This is not a feminist issue alone. It is a governance issue, a moral issue, and ultimately a question of national conscience.


Learning from Mahnoor Omer


What makes Omer’s story powerful is not just her age or courage, but her method: strategic litigation.


Instead of ranting on social media, she used the constitution as her weapon. She translated outrage into jurisprudence. That is the essence of civic maturity — the belief that systems can still be redeemed through law, not through anarchy.

Her advocacy group, Mahwari Justice, emerged from the aftermath of Pakistan’s 2022 floods, when thousands of women lacked menstrual supplies in evacuation camps. The movement grew from humanitarian relief into legal activism. From blood to bureaucracy — that is how revolutions begin.

And that is how change must begin in our own country: with educated, disciplined advocacy that marries compassion with policy, emotion with evidence.



Towards Menstrual Equity in the Philippines

What, then, can we do?

  1. Reclassify menstrual products as essential goods.
  2. The Department of Finance and Congress must amend the National Internal Revenue Code to exempt sanitary pads, tampons, and menstrual cups from VAT.
  3. Integrate menstrual health in public education.
  4. Schools should teach menstrual health openly, dismantling stigma.
  5. Include menstrual products in disaster relief packs.
  6. The Department of Social Welfare and Development must ensure menstrual kits are standard in every evacuation pack, just as rice and sardines are.
  7. Support local innovation.
  8. Encourage local production of low-cost reusable pads or menstrual cups to support both sustainability and women’s cooperatives.
  9. Institutionalize gender budgeting.
  10. Every national and local agency must analyze how its tax, procurement, and project designs affect women differently.


This is not charity. This is justice.


The Morality of Taxes

At its heart, taxation is a moral contract. The people surrender a portion of their earnings in exchange for a dignified, fair, and functioning society. When taxes instead penalize biological realities, that contract is betrayed.

Omer’s lawsuit forces us to ask: Can a state truly claim to value equality if it profits from inequality?

It is the same question we Filipinos must confront each time we accept unfair systems with a shrug.

If the law taxes dignity, then it is not law — it is oppression wrapped in bureaucracy.


A Cry for Conscience


There is something profoundly moving about seeing a young woman, barely out of law school, take her entire government to court for something so ordinary yet so overlooked. She is not fighting for privilege; she is fighting for fairness.

Her voice reminds me of the young Filipinos who, in their own ways, challenge corruption, misinformation, and apathy. They are the new patriots — fighting not with guns, but with reason and empathy.

In the end, what Mahnoor Omer demands is what every nation should guarantee: that no one should pay a price for being human.



My Final Thoughts

When I first read her story, I thought of how small acts of conscience often outlive grand reforms. A young woman in Lahore may never know that her courage inspired policy conversations across seas, but such is the ripple effect of integrity.

In her case, the issue is menstrual equity. In ours, it may be corruption, governance, or federal reform. But the moral thread is the same: when governments lose sight of dignity, citizens must remind them.

Menstrual blood, like the taxes that burden it, tells a story — of systems designed without empathy, of taboos turned into fiscal policy, of voices once silenced now speaking truth to power.

And so, as we in the Philippines continue to pursue a governance founded on integrity and conscience, may we remember that justice is not built only in the halls of Congress or the Supreme Court, but also in the quiet defiance of a 25-year-old woman who dared to say: This is unfair. This must change.


In every policy, in every budget, in every law — let dignity be tax-exempt.

#DJOT


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 *About the author: j

Dr. Rodolfo “John” Ortiz Teope is a distinguished Filipino academicpublic intellectual, and advocate for civic education and public safety, whose work spans local academies and international security circles. With a career rooted in teaching, research, policy, and public engagement, he bridges theory and practice by making meaningful contributions to academic discourse, civic education, and public policy. Dr. Teope is widely respected for his critical scholarship in education, managementeconomicsdoctrine development, and public safety; his grassroots involvement in government and non-government organizations; his influential media presence promoting democratic values and civic consciousness; and his ethical leadership grounded in Filipino nationalism and public service. As a true public intellectual, he exemplifies how research, advocacy, governance, and education can work together in pursuit of the nation’s moral and civic mission.

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