The Philippines is missing a President. There is no leader. There is only Rodrigo Duterte thrashing around the swamplands of his Id, a gofer perpetually on the watch.
He talks of bladder woes, describes the remains of a novel coronavirus victim as "a dirty carcass."
What he doesn't tell them, what he withholds from them shows how little he thinks of their capacity to respond to challenges.
Duterte's demeanor and words present the Filipino people as a heavy burden and himself a messiah seeking deliverance.
You can see it in the infighting that takes up so much time, in the policies issued and recalled like so many rolls of the dice.
Sometimes, because power has its perks, so a thousand Duterte clones try to match his autocratic style. As the DENR undersecretary who "reminds' government employees not "to bite the hand that feeds you".
A hero to Duterte is someone who needs to be taken down for trying to do the right thing.
It is almost pathological.
Last week, he brayed about "my money'.
Tonight he doesn't know where to get that money.
Tonight he says you're on your own.
Then he puts the onus on God.
There's just a wannabe Tony Soprano treating the presidential platform as a psychoanalyst's couch.