Sex, lies and state secrets

Boy Dylan

It’s only been 100 days and already airwaves, newsprint and digital print have been awash in condoms and zealots, drunkards and cavorters, tarts, vicars, national heroes back from the grave and into the gaol, pointing fingers, lazy fingers, the list goes on. It’s become a cornucopic buzz of unintelligible static.

Now it’s easy to get lost in the cast of characters with their Hollywood (or Bollywood) plotlines and conspiracies/theories in the wacky setting of Philippine politics, overeager media institutions and a chatty blogosphere (this blog not excepted). But as Mulder and Scully once said, the truth is out there.

Or perhaps more aptly, cue Bob Dylan: “Something’s going on here but you don’t know what it is, do you Mr Jones?”

Enter Mr Jones.

We don’t know who he is. We don’t know what he does. But he certainly knows everyone and what they do. We stumbled upon his blog on one of our usual forays around the blogosphere, and for the last few weeks we’ve been trying to find out who this guy is. We got a few strong leads but there’s a cordon around the mysterious Mr Jones; suffice it to say our credible high-level sources who know Mr Jones say the guy is legit, but could lose his job if people found out who he is.

Now it’d be a shame if he did. Because he’s giving us a glimpse behind the scenes of the political arena – complete with sex, lies… kulang nalang ang videotape.

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