Imee, you supposedly knew Bongbong was “high,” why the hell did you make him President?

You set the stage for the perfect Marcos comeback. You didn’t speak up in 2022. When the country could’ve made a choice. You campaigned for him, “Uniteam” was your idea, courted presidential shoo-in Sara Duterte to step aside. Then, suddenly, you decide Bongbong is a “junkie?” You waited years to tell us? The real scandal is how long you held it. When you said you knew, you erased every excuse you had.

If Bongbong was indeed a “scam,” Imee’s the accessory to the crime, the dealer who sold us a drug she knew would wreck the nation.

She sold the country thinking that restoring the Marcos name would restore hersel and if the Marcos comeback failed, it’s because the “smartest” Marcos handed us the weakest one.

Maybe she’s furious because the brother who owes her everything is laughing with a cousin she didn’t even approve. “Excuse me, I made this man President, I set up the alliances, cleaned the floors; I even did the matchmaking!” And what did she get? Presidential Stiff Neck Syndrome? Bulacan Airport Ecozone veto. Maharlika Wealth Fund. Classic older-sibling move who knows better and should be in charge.

If Ferdinand senior had known, he’d look down (or up, wherever he is, the penthouse or the basement, I’m not judging), maybe he’d have put the kibosh on the entire enterprise he worked his entire life building and what does he see, one kid allegedly doing the sniff-sniff and another looking used?

You could see it in Imee’s eyes while she tore the President apart. Like someone forced to hold a live grenade shaped like her brother. Trembling, emotional-hostage vibes, the Kapatid FB status update on a black background like she’s announcing a funeral to all the good times.

It’s tragic, really: your brother becomes President, you a Senator and somehow you end up looking like the loneliest person in government. She lost a brother and the story she’s been telling herself since the day the family fled the Palace.

It’s sad. Maybe Imee didn’t betray Bongbong out of courage. Maybe the ground moved under her feet and she had nowhere left to stand.

Remember when Sara publicly requested Imee to take Rodrigo from the ICC months back: “Para siyang naka-hostage… Bibitawan ko lang siya kapag ang dating Pangulong Duterte ay nakabalik na sa Davao?”

Senator, jokes don’t humiliate allies on national TV. Your so-called friend even said she’d desecrate your father’s grave and toss the remains into the sea.

If that were our father, we’d return the insult with gasoline.

You spent decades laundering a name history had tried to bury. You didn’t inherit power as much as fought for its return. You scrubbed the Marcos legacy clean enough to put it back on the ballot. What happened? Bongbong coasted on your work. Now Sara. You’re not rising with them. You are being positioned, again, as the step to skip on someone’s way up.

Imee, you’re being floated as Sara’s veep and she describes you, publicly, as a hostage? Not a partner. Nor equal. Baggage. Disposable.

Is Imee still the one who made the Marcos name possible again? Or just the one who claps while others take Malacañang from her?

You spent 40 years proving your place in the story. Now you risk looking like the alalay in your own legacy. You let it happen, you’ll go down as the queenmaker locked out of your own palace. Twice.