“When we did not explode against that boot on our necks—that was the astonishment. When we let some fourteen long years pass with that boot on our necks—that was the astonishment. But when on the plenary nights of the tiger moon 1986 we rose against the boot on our necks—that was no astonishment. We were back to the regular, the everyday, the traditional. We had returned to normal. Because we have decided we were to have a future again, a tomorrow again, and that we didn’t have to resign ourselves to a numbing prospect of one damnable Marcos after another. This is a revolutionary decision completely in keeping with our history, where the rate of insurrections, especially during the colonial period, comes to one revolt per year. And that’s when we mean when we argue that our 1986 tiger moon was no ‘astonishment’ but the customary, the accustomed, the habitual, the traditional, the normal. The Pinoy was back to his usual form. So spare us your bravos.”