Among the other presumptive aspirants to the governorship, the once-fairy godmother to the boy-next-door priest-politician, Madame Hizon has one winning qualification the others do not have.
She has the governor in the palm of her hand, it doesn't matter which one.
In another life, Madame Hizon must have been Queen Elizabeth I. The governor must have been an ambitious, obscure clergyman at her beck and call, with the ax man at the ready, just in case.
Madame Hizon fits the bill of a modern queen in the mold of the ancient English model. She has the guts and the gender, the wit and the wealth, the sense and the substance. She is not fat also, an epitome of truth in advertising.
Against the popular priest-man, who could be a better candidate than a winsome prophetess?
This early, I am already excited about a public debate between Among and the Madame.
Pound for pound, she can hold her candle against the governor on any issue. If the governor thinks he can waylay his benefactress with theological savvy and Biblical mastery, he has some shocking thinking coming. Madame Hizon has her own stock verses at the ready, I'm sure.
Sure, even the devil quotes the Scriptures and tremble. But does he hand out the best tocino and longganisa in town after a good fire-and-brimstone sermon? Ask a guy named Ed who shrinks in shame, so I am told, every time the modern prophetess mounts her pulpit. I suspect Madame Hizon is of Jewish origin, from the lineage of Deborah.
I doubt if my candidate will ever take a passenger jeepney or tricycle on her way to the Capitol. The common life may not be beneath her, but she's a class act and a real deal, unlike the new commuter on the block. Besides, if she can donate millions to a poor priest, she can surely fill her gas tank any day of the week, especially on Monday.
There should be no doubt about her management and leadership skills. If she could build an empire on sweetened minced meats, can you imagine what she could build with glittering sands all over the place worth billions?
Thinking about Madame Hizon as the next governor can be mind-boggling, indeed!
No need to worry about the board members when she's already on board. She will whip them into line, nicely. I bet she knows their weaknesses, their Achilles heel, so to speak.
Ask the Hizon men in her kingdom, and you'll get an idea. I think she has perfected the woman's formula for winning over men against their best judgment. That's only a speculation. I don't want her to be overly confident.
Nor should jueteng be an issue. I don't think she has bet a cent on it. A woman of her caliber can do better than that. But I'm sure she believes in laissez-faire, and minds her own business. That should assure everyone, whether they bet on jueteng or not.
And she can't be anything but pro-life. Anyone who takes care of her son-in-law the way she does must unconditionally believe in God's unbridled intention of how her tribe will increase. This assurance should sit well with and comfort every priest and bishop in town. Even Among Ed, perhaps.
Once she becomes governor, not governess as the current occupant in the Provincial Capitol appears to be, the Balas boys can fold up their tents and go back to work.
I know, they know whose butt she would kick first when she gets to the Capitol.
I only have one advice to her: be sure it's the right butt and the lights are on.
