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How Corruption Should Be Implemented


A state collapses not because corruption exists, but because its corruption lacks discipline. The Philippines is no stranger to this art. From the smallest bribe to the grandest engineering scandal, the nation swims in a sea whose currents everyone feels yet pretends not to understand. You cannot cure what you refuse to look at. You cannot outmaneuver a shadow unless you study the hand that casts it.

To speak of corruption without rage is taboo. Yet rage blinds. A ruler who wishes to reform must first learn the system as it truly is, not as moralists fantasize it to be. Condemnation can come later. Study must come first. A physician who blushes at disease is useless; a citizen who flinches at the truth of corruption is equally so.

The disaster of the flood-control fiasco is not surprising. It is merely the natural consequence of corruption without structure, appetite without restraint, ambition without foresight. Such corruption devours allies and destabilizes its own conspirators. It creates anxiety among powerbrokers, outrage among citizens, and fractures across institutions. It is the corruption of amateurs, the corruption of fools.

For there has always been an unwritten hierarchy even in vice. A stable shadow system maintains limits. It does not cannibalize the state that feeds it. It does not provoke revolt that cannot be controlled. It does not humiliate the governed so deeply that they consider uprising less costly than obedience.

The Philippine experience, from Marcos the father to Marcos the son, displays the same lesson repeated through generations: unchecked excess invites instability. When corruption becomes too visible, too gluttonous, too indifferent to public suffering, it ceases to be a tolerable annoyance and becomes a threat to the collective psyche. That is when the mob turns from apathetic to dangerous.

Why do people ignore the fixer in a government line yet rage at the billions siphoned from flood defenses? The answer is simple. Small corruption imitates survival. Grand corruption imitates betrayal.
The first is a nuisance. The second is an insult.
People tolerate what bends the rules. They revolt against what makes them feel stupid for following them.

This is why the current scandal feels combustible. It crosses the invisible threshold between tolerated vice and intolerable mockery. A state that allows such unchecked excess signals to its people that loyalty is for the naïve and obedience is for the defeated. The rulers may not intend rebellion, yet rebellion grows in the cracks of humiliation they create.

Should every citizen fight every petty offense? No. It is impractical and strategically pointless. Should they rage at the plunder of public works meant to protect life and property? Yes. For that is the moment corruption ceases to be a parasite and becomes a predator.

What, then, is the path forward for a nation that wishes not merely to complain but to survive? It must dissect corruption the way a commander studies his enemy. Not with purity, nor with cynicism, but with cold precision. Understand the incentives, the informal networks, the flows of money and favor. Only then can one choke the roots rather than the leaves.

A ruler who seeks reform must make corruption dangerous only to the corruptor, not to the nation he governs. If corruption is inevitable, its damage must not be. If vice is permanent, its consequences must be managed. A state cannot afford naïveté; it can only afford discipline.

A nation is not destroyed by corruption; it is destroyed by corruption that believes itself untouchable.

And when corruption becomes arrogant, the people cease to fear the state . And the state should begin to fear its people.


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