My Tiktok feed has turned into a rage machine lately and honestly, I’m not complaining.
The flood control corruption scandal that’s been making rounds? It’s infuriating. Millions, if not billions, allegedly stolen under the guise of infrastructure. “Ghost” projects. Monopolized contracts. Funds misallocated like Monopoly money. And the kicker? The kids of those named in the controversy flaunting their wealth online like it’s a prize they earned.
And I mean flaunting.
We’re talking luxury haul vlogs, first-class travel routines, aesthetic home tours that look like they belong in Beverly Hills, not in a country still struggling with waist-deep floods after a day of rain. People pieced things together, connected the dots, and surprise, surprise: the trail of glitter leads back to government corruption.
Do I think the online bullying is okay?
Here’s the thing. I know bullying is bad. I get it. But for once? I’m not going to lie, I’m watching the takedowns with a sense of satisfaction. People are dropping names.
These “names” didn’t just post tone-deaf content. They rubbed their wealth in people’s faces when that wealth is being questioned.
These aren’t just spoiled kids showing off. They’re part of a bigger machine, and people are tired. I’M TIRED. Tired of struggling to pay taxes only to see those taxes fund someone’s Louis Vuitton collection. Tired of paying for a country that doesn’t seem to pay us back.
Maybe they really don’t know where the money comes from. Maybe they grew up too comfortable to think twice. Or maybe they do know, and they just don’t care.
Either way, the backlash didn’t come from nowhere.
But why attack them?
Why do they, especially Gen Zs and Millennials, targeting the “nepo babies” instead of the actual corrupt officials? Why not go after the people named in the audit reports or the ones who signed the project approvals?
Simple. We can’t tag them. We can’t comment on their feeds. We can’t even be sure they’ll ever read a word we say. Most of them are boomers who are too busy doing what they’ve always done: being corrupt. They don’t care about their online reputation. They’re not out here checking mentions or refreshing their notifications. They’re not on TikTok. They’re not on IG. They’re in rooms we’ll never see, cutting deals we’ll never hear about.
But their kids? They’re online. They’re loud. They’re visible.
And so, they’ve become the lightning rods for all this rage. The closest targets. The avatars of privilege and unbothered luxury in a country gasping for accountability:
The devils who wear Prada.
And maybe, just maybe, they’ll finally feel the heat their parents never will.
This scandal makes me want to stop paying taxes
I know that’s illegal. I know that’s not the solution. But you can’t blame people for thinking it. We pay every year like good little citizens, while someone’s daughter is flying to Singapore in a private jet with money that was supposed to go to flood control. Flood control. The same thing we never seem to get right, year after year, storm after storm.
And then we wonder why we still see the same problems. Why the same roads flood. Why the same people suffer. Why nothing ever changes.
And the worst part?
Nothing’s going to happen.
I’ve seen this movie before. We all have. There will be noise. Headlines. Investigations. Hashtags. Maybe even a Senate hearing or two. Then silence. The officials involved? Reelected. The money? Gone. The kids? Back online with a rebrand and a filter.
And us? Still angry. Still flooded. Still footing the bill.
Remember the Pork Barrel controversy? Not anymore, right?
That’s what hurts the most. Not just the theft, but the predictability of it. The injustice of it. The fact that the system is rigged so well, it doesn’t even need to hide anymore.
The world is unfair. It always has been. And it looks like it always will be.
So yeah, let the TikTok callouts roll. Let the comment sections burn. Because if no one in power is going to hold these people accountable, then maybe public shame is all we’ve got left. And that’s just sad.
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