I was in Starbucks Tomas Morato this morning enjoying my usual grande cafe mocha when in walked a not so tall yet regal looking man surrounded by at least six burly, baron-clad men, some with bulging clutch bags, a few holding folders.
It was the senator who not too long ago was released from military detention for his coup de etat attempts.
It was not a pleasant sight. Not that the senator was pushing his weight around. He didn't have to. His entourage took care of that. By their sheer size and number.
Was this his security detail? His friends? Or his fellow co-conspirators who were expelled from the military for what they did?
I was never a fan of this senator or of the military group he represented, Though I sympathized with their cause, I never agreed with the way they took the law in their own hands. No matter what, the end does not justify the means.
And as I left the coffee shop I spotted four more security men outside. It looked very much like a war zone.
How ironic. The man who spent so many years under strict guard now moves around with his own phalanx of men.
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