The long-time Philippines President-turned-Dictator, Ferdinand Marcos, has been in the news lately. This may seem unusual since he has been dead for thirty years, but Ferdy maintains a currency here similar to that of his US contemporary, Ronald Reagan. A lot of people think he was a monster, and a lot think he was a hero. (Personally, I am on the “monster” side of this dialectic for the both of them.)  In fact, the NGO with whom I volunteer grew out of the “People Power Revolution” that ushered Marcos out with a bloodless revolution largely based on blocking traffic on EDSA.

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