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End of Representative Opposition ....... plus Some Thoughts on the Malai Lembus

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 18:24:00 +0000

First, my take of the recent Sarawak polls. As I've expected, the Sarawak electorate dealt a knockout blow to Pakatan Rakyat. Pakatan's 15 seats out of 71 (one-fifth) is hardly the performance of a self-proclaimed incoming government riding a sea of change.

For all their noise, bravado and high profile campaigning, including parading Baru Bian as the Chief Minister-in-Waiting, Brother Anwar Ibrahim's PKR garnered only three seats out of 49 contested.

Meanwhile, PAS' mullahs jived and shuffled in longboats and longhouses and brought back a big round Omega-3 Egg on their return flight to the peninsula, having obtained all of one percent of the vote.

Yeah, I know, the Cina Totok areas chose to remain perpetually alienated from the mainstream by voting DAP. But that's just typical of this lost tribe, who has now succeeded in turning themselves into an isolated island of irrelevance in Sarawak affairs. With only two Chinese left standing among BN's 55 reps, Chinese presence in Taib Mahmud's new cabinet is now inconsequential. Well, Ah Kow, don't go bitchin' if your people have no direct say in Sarawak state affairs. Enjoy your five-year stint in the political wilderness.

So was PM Najib Razak's pandering to the Chinese minority in Sarawak worth it?

Nope.

These ethnocentric beings have been infected en masse by the DAP hyper-racism virus, and have distanced themselves from the nation's socio-cultural mainstream and BN's politics of consensus and moderation further than ever before.

The estrangement-by-choice attitude of Malaysia's ethnic-Chinese minority is also a damning indictment of Najib's 1 Malaysia fantasy. Listen up Jib, the Chinese have no desire to be part of the large happy multicultural, multilingual, multiphonic family of your dreams. Likewise the various sub-groups collectively tagged as "Indians." Only the ever-hospitable, charitable and magnanimous Malays are embracing 1 Malaysia with a myriad of compromises and dilution of their lingua-cultural essence in their own land, and they do this to their own detriment as the nons tenaciously push their singular agenda of self-alienation and zero linguistic, cultural and religious compromise.

I've stressed many times in the past and I will repeat again:-

The nons are gone.

Forget this dwindling fringe group. Let them languish in their cesspool of social inertia and political irrelevance.

I said this exactly two years ago:-

... the non-Malays have berpaling tadah en masse to Pakatan. They have tasted the intoxicating nectar of power and it is beyond Najib or anyone else to turn them over to the BN in the foreseeable future. Whatever goodies and giveaways thrown at these people now would just be wasted trump cards earning nothing in return. And these concessions are politically almost impossible to retract or take back once they are dished out.

My advise to Najib and his team is to lay off these wayward non-Malays for now. Ignore and forget these hopelessly seduced bigots and chauvinists and let them tango and cha cha and joget to their hearts content with the Pakatan gang until the honeymoon ends in a self-destructing calamity of scandals, failed expectations and infighting that would mushroom as PRU13 inches closer.

That statement is even truer today. Piles after piles of cash, concessions and conciliatory cuddles showered by Najib and his Barisan Nasional government failed to turn-over the nons, not in the peninsula, not in Sarawak. I've also said in the past that even if Najib speaks nothing but Mandarin and eat his favourite ikan patin masak tempoyak with chopsticks, the nons will still vote DAP/Pakatan.

So why bother?

Do you persist in serenading a woman (... or a man) who despises you and who will not be your mate no matter what?

Tak malu ka?

Cukup lah. Leave the nons alone. Let them languish in their chauvinistic, anti-Malay, anti-national, anti-everything little cocoons tucked in their isolated enclaves. We as a nation need to move on. No more costly political serenades, with millions of tax-payers' ringgits given to unconstitutional schools, not to mention language and cultural appeasement bordering on the treasonous.

Dah la tu Jib ..... kalau dia orang dah tak mau, tak sudi, kau nak goda apa lagi?

Talking about goda, Anwar Ibrahim's seductive power over Malaysians clamouring for change has all but dissipated.

The Malays are finding this character too elusive, too unsavory, indeed politically too tiresome and complicated. Even the whacky collection of Malay Apologists, the Melayu Liberal and the phony, plasticky pseudo-intellectual Malays have increasingly jettisoned themselves from his wayward, way off-tangent political bandwagon.

Brother Anwar's residual supporters these days are the rabid anti-Malays who see in him the perfect Malai Lembu, the archtypal Malay stooge who will sell his soul to the nons in order to achieve his worldly desires. Brother Anwar to these subversives is nothing more than a glorified Class F contractor who, for a pittance or a Chinese hooker or two, willingly fronts the Chinaman's bid for the bina longkang tepi sekolah contract. Of course, in the DAP/Pakatan scheme of things, this longkang Brother Anwar and his band of Malai Lembus help build is a network of open sewer oozing with toxic racial politics infecting the heart of this nation, contaminating the social ecosystem with an epidemic of racial bigotry and religious animosity.

Hence, no amount of character flaws radiating from Brother Anwar's persona and no amount of lurid scandals and controversies afflicting his personal life will turn away his hardcore anti-Melayu benefactors. You see, to these subversives, the moral and ethical defects are part and parcel of the mentality of their Malai Lembu proxies and frontmen. The more morally defective the stooge, the better.

Sampling of the Malai Lembus favoured by the subversive forces.

Where are we heading then?

Do we now have a genuine two-party political landscape?

No.

What we now have are two parallel universes pulling this nation apart along racial lines.

The UMNO/BN nationalistic Malays and Borneo Bumiputras are now openly challenged by the large majority of the nation's nons who, via the DAP's persistent prodding, have morphed into bands of stressful, frustrated anti-Malays bent on subverting every conceivable facet of Malaysia's socio-political and economic essence. Of course, whenever tactically necessary, these DAP-led subversives will piggyback on the PAS and PKR Malai Lembus to concoct a semblance of "multiracialism" to their perverted, nation-wrecking cause.

The Sarawak elections is an obvious example of the subversives' cunning tactic of publicly riding the Malai Lembu frontmen while playing the racial card in the Chinese enclaves. While Brother Anwar imperiously shuffles around his now tummiless torso amid his usual delusions of grandeur, talking about his party's upcoming control of the Chief Ministership and whatnot, and while the white jubah-clad PAS mullahs foolishly court free-spirited Dayaks in comedic scenes taken right out of The Simpsons, the well-oiled DAP anti-Melayu machine efficiently mops up Chinese support in their urban enclaves. Hence, almost expectantly, the DAP secured 12 seats while big talking PKR scraped through with only three seats and the PAS mullahs brought back nothing but exaggerated tales to their ignorant flock of their sojourn in headhunter country. The local BN-component Chinese-based SUPP was decimated, with only two seats won by their ethnic-Chinese candidates. The other four SUPP seats were won by Dayaks.

DAP's Sarawak performance and the anemic showing of PKR and PAS there marked the end of the Pakatan Rakyat as a viable nationwide demographically representative counterweight to the Barisan Nasional. For all intents and purposes, except for pockets of the medieval Malay heartland ruled by 8th century mullahs, the Pakatan is now firmly non-Malay (read: Chinese) in soul and character.

What does that mean?

It means that without wide ranging Malay/Bumiputra support across the national landscape, Pakatan Rakyat has turned into nothing more than a DAP-led Chinese chauvinist front abetted by a dwindling pool of PKR and PAS Malai Lembus.

And their chances of taking over Putrajaya in PRU13 is about equivalent to seeing Nik Aziz Nik Mat riding my Ducati Multistrada 620 to KL's Hard Rock Cafe clad in a Fruit-of-the-Loom t-shirt and tattered Levi's Buttonfly 501 topped by a Confederate flag bandana. Yup folks, zilch.

All I can say is: "party's over, subversives!"

I hope you malignant Malay haters enjoyed it while it lasted. Yeah, I enjoyed it too. I enjoyed the side splitting laughs upon seeing you people talk big in the ceramah circuit and the subversive blogs, where you actually think you have a say in national politics, in charting the course of this nation's future, as if you can launch a Malaysian political revolution without the Malay nationalists and likeminded nons of the patriotic kind.

Lu olang ingat boleh ka?

Anyway, I will cherish the entertainingly delusional anti-Melayu cyber battlecries. A sampling:-

"Putrajaya here we come."

"Goodbye UMNO BeEnd."

"Our good Malays (read: Malai Lembus) will take over from the UMNOputras."

"We the people (read: groups of Chinese chauvinists and clueless aneys) will ensure the destruction of the UMNO monkeys and their MCA/Gerakan/MIC/PPP running dogs."

Oh, and of course, a new twist to this grand cyber-delusion entailed the creation of a "Third Force," where some council of bored flaccid middle-aged nons would hand-pick the "most suitable candidates" (read: impeccable anti-Malay, anti-NEP, anti-153 credentials) to contest and win seats come PRU13. Wow, talk about delusional thoughts. Haiya, Uncle Aloysius, so easy one ah? Just pick and win, pick and win. Pilih dan menang. Ini macam lu punya itu scratch-and-win scam ka?

Parti Cinta Malaysia contested in Sarawak as a Third Force-type alternative. Now, how many votes did Parti Cinta Malaysia got in Sarawak? Tak tahu? How about less than a half-percent of votes cast. Deposit pun hangus.

Like this how?

Still think the pick and win, pilih dan menang approach can work?

Solli uncle, the political landscape is changing lah. Thanks to the politics of unadulterated racial sentiment by your DAP comrades and the never-ending maladies of your numero uno Malai Lembu, the Malay/Bumiputra mainstream are returning to UMNO/BN.

Do your math lah uncle. The 12 state seats won by the DAP in Sarawak translate only into 4-5 seats in the federal parliament come PRU13.

Boleh bikin tsunami ka?

Air longkang mungkinlah ......

Listen, the Pak Lah-induced socio-political aberration of the past half-decade, which culminated in the PRU12 tsunami that gave a sense of political empowerment to a bizarre collection of Malay haters, anarchists and assorted bigots, crooks and tricksters riding on the backs of clueless Malai Lembus have boiled over. It has run its course.

The flimsy Pakatan house of cards built by the rabid DAP anti-Melayus on the fragile Malay Apologist foundation of the chameleonic Anwar Ibrahim and half-asleep medieval mullahs are crumbling faster than Anwar's alibi in the SexOmega Saga.. One by one, the nuts and bolts of this phony political edifice pops out of the fragile Malay base as formerly diehard Anwaristas -- Fairuz Khairuddin, Sallehuddin Hashim, Zulkifli Nordin, Zaharin Hashim -- and Malay opportunists such as Zaid Ibrahim left the circus, effectively diluting Pakatan's Malay essence.

What then for Brother Anwar?

Well, between Sodomy II, the SexOmega Saga, a crash diet to flatten his breadbasket and damning revelations by erstwhile Pakatan chief cyber cheerleader, RPK, I would think he has his hands full.

I've received many e-mails from the DN diaspora seeking my thoughts of the sexcapade caught on infrared CCTV.

Well, what more can be said about the SexOmega Saga?

The physical resemblance and subtle mannerisms of the towel-clad male subject have led many Malaysians to believe that he is indeed Brother Anwar. I think more crucially, Anwar's (over)reaction to the whole matter enhances this conjecture among nonpartisan observers. And his inability to produce the Omega watch effectively wraps up the case in the eyes of many.

It may or may not be him. But the damage's done. And Brother Anwar's meltdown with the reporter in Sarawak over the Omega watch issue unraveled a troubling, unsavory temperament not befitting a PM-wannabe.

Logic dictates that if I'm not involved in the lurid scenes with the Chinese hooker, I would enjoy a hearty laugh at the video "evidence" and would be the first to insist that it be shown to everyone everywhere, including in parliament and on stadium bigscreens at halftime of Malaysian Super League matches. Yeah, why give a hoot if it was not me drooling over the Chinadoll in the video? And this would quickly douse the flames of the Datuk T trio. I would also scoff at the Omega watch issue ..... and would either quickly show the real Omega watch or recall the moment my family and I discovered the watch missing, preferably long before the purported February 21st date of the video.

I would also make fun of the "actor," critiquing that his impersonation is subpar and then volunteer impromptu tutorials with press cameras blazing on how he could be me.

I would crack jokes about the video at every opportunity and milk the issue dry until the "other side" cannot take it any longer and crumbles under the weight of their own falsehood and treachery, with the key perpetrators ending up in the slammer on a long charge sheet.

See?

All these actions are within Brother Anwar's talented grasp.

He is a born performer, indeed, he is a master of the theatrics, with an uncanny ability to convincingly mimic back pain and to seamlessly switch between languages and dialects and impersonate such freakish luminaries as Samy Vellu and Rafidah Aziz.

Master Impersonator.

Anwar doing an impromptu Ronnie Liu.

So what's the problem?

Why didn't Anwar do just that, by using the "fake video" to his advantage and turning the table on his political enemies?

Well, unless .............., yeah unless ......?

This is no laughing matter, people. We are talking about a purported Prime Minister-in-waiting here, the man who must steer the Malaysian ship of 30 million people to greater heights and not into some bottomless pit of chaos and mayhem.

Pakatan's infamous hugging moments.

Talk about unholy embraces, but this is getting ridiculous.

Many people asked me, what's Anwar's future?

What future?

It is more apt for the brother to be referred in the past tense. And I'm sure genuinely "reform" minded Malaysians would agree that Anwar Ibrahim's time is up, he's window of opportunity closed, and he is well past his sell by date. September 16, 2008 was indeed a political milestone, not in the formation of a Pakatan Rakyat federal government. It marked the end of Anwar's political credibility and ability to lead a viable, truly representative alternative to the Barisan Nasional.

Anwar's obsessive quest for the PM-ship is now backed predominantly by the left-wing hard core anti-Melayus and the usual collection of anarchists and anti-social rabble rousers. To these rabid racists masquerading as liberal "democrats" and "free speech" advocates, Brother Anwar is still the perfect Malai Lembu -- the simpleton, malleable Class F contractor -- to be the Melayu frontman for their nation-wrecking agenda. A quick browse of the subversive blogs readily reveal this sentiment. Quite understandably, they see no other personality capable of integrating the disparate, seemingly incompatible and irreconcilable ethno-religious political parties into a force capable of challenging UMNO/BN.

As for Anwar Ibrahim, he will go down in history as the most divisive, deceptive, degenerate, deceitful and destructive, not to mention deviant, political animal ever to slither in the confused, tangled web of the Malaysian social zoo.

Adding to the troubles of this Malai Lembu Alpha Male is RPK, the erstwhile heroic, almost mythical cyber-flagbearer of Anwar's rabid racist anti-Melayu support base. How times have changed, with RPK now merrily dancing to the beat of a different drummer, talkatively snitching on his old comrades.

I saw this coming long ago.

This RPK character is nothing more than a bored, identity-challenged middle-aged guy who got himself immersed ever deeper in a political high stakes game infested with deceit and treachery way beyond his depth.

As he alluded in the TV3 expose, he was manipulated to undertake increasingly bizarre -- indeed, kamikaze -- acts as the line between cyber-rhetoric and the real world got blurred amidst the prompting of political opportunists coupled by the cheerleadings of Malaysia Today's choirboys.

My comment on the RPK misadventure way back in October 2008:-

… RPK … was gradually emboldened by the ceaseless cheerleadings and promptings of the MT junkies. Ever more sensational stories were churned but these could not satiate the hungry hordes. RPK then did the ultimate – he himself became the story … With RPK in the starring role, who needs third party revelations? He is the story! He can craft his own play and act in his own drama. He has reached the nirvana of SoPo blogging ... A sense of invulnerability descended upon the Malaysia Today cyber-habitat and the mystique of RPK’s infallibility permeated his congregation.

The vast majority of RPK’s supporters are just armchair quarterbacks and fair weather cheerleaders and people with nothing better to do who … outsourced and sub-con their political activism to this poor chap from the airconditioned comfort of their homes and offices, from their cosy beds and plush sofas, cybercafés and chic gourmet coffee joints. They are not even representative of the country, in terms of demographics, dispersion and political inclination. These junkies are more akin to the lunatic fringe than to the mainstream of Malaysian society ... RPK … [was] conned by these people … These parasites and blood suckers ruined his life ...

RPK himself is not really a grave threat to national security. His incoherent rantings and pathological animosity towards BN/UMNO and prominent UMNO personalities are old news. RPK is a known loud-mouth, a prickly irritant with a penchant for the dramatic. For many, his revelations and cyber activism are no more than pure entertainment, melodramatic political gossip … a much needed comic relief from the socio-political quagmire of the past 3-4 years under Pak Lah’s disastrous watch. But RPK’s real fault lies in his propagation of Malaysia Today as a cyber platform for assorted bigoted and racist characters to spew their venom against the Malays and, in more than one instance, to ridicule Islam ... Indeed, MT Junkies are the bigger threats to national security. These racists, bigots and cyber-misfits hide behind their anonymity to flood Malaysia Today with venomous racist postings, instigating hatred for the Malay majority, ridiculing Islam, and spewing seditious spins to various national issues.

Finally, where is Anwar Ibrahim? What is his stand on RPK’s detention? RPK gave his life, metaphorically speaking, to uphold Anwar’s “ideals.” RPK bet the ranch on Anwar becoming PM on 916 and came out a loser, a pathetic flat broke loser. Has Anwar and gang even addressed the RPK ISA issue? Indeed, his silence is deafening. What about Lim Kit Siang? Once Teresa Kok and the Sin Chew reporter got out, Unker Kit has disappeared as well. What about PAS? Do you think either the old ulamas or the younger Islamist cadres have anything in common with RPK? Do you think they like RPK? ... you expect PAS to sympathise with RPK? You expect PAS to fight for RPK amidst Malaysia Today’s anti-Islamic postings and its readers’ rabid rantings against Islam? In a nutshell, do you think the Pakatan Rakyat gives a hoot about RPK? No. He was a useful tool. But he was also a disposable tool. RPK is no use to them now. Indeed, he is now a distraction. They want to govern the nation. They have no time for this old chap. To them, RPK is just a lost soul who threw too many dices in his own little crapshoot. Their focus is on 27.5 million men and women. Not one guy who spoke and wrote too much. And they won’t glorify, deify or make a martyr out of RPK either. That’s already reserved for one man.

Let this be a lesson to other bloggers. Do not get caught in your own demagoguery, in a propensity to over-fantasize your relevance to the political process and role as some sort of a “peoples’ hero” based on the digits of your blog’s Hit Counter and a bucketful of readers’ comments.

By his own admission, RPK is nothing but a pawn in a high stake political chess game. Yup, a gullible pawn, a compliant oaf harnessed to bulldoze through the anti-Malay agenda of his deep pocket benefactors.

RPK is the latest in a long line of Malay Apologists who -- via the hard way -- finally saw the true nature of the subversives, the self-alienising species driven by an obsessive anti-Malay agenda and bent on wrecking the very essence of this nation -- her history, lingua-cultural identity and other key symbols of nationhood.

Like other "liberated" ex-Malai Lembus, RPK in the eyes of his former "users" morphed from beloved Demigod, a veritable cyber deity, to a pariah cyber-untouchable. The spiteful remarks cluttering the subversive blogs reflected the sentiment of these beings.

Mild sampling:-

From here:
“… now rpk stupidly whacks pr, and u know what that means lah. He’s lending support to bn, at this crucial timing, he was bought over. Haris, deny this if u have the proof. What rpk did was just like what the frogs did. He’s cash strapped, he was bought over. He is clearly sabotaging Sarawak. Bloody idiot. So many Ppl are damn angry with him. Haris, pls fire this lunatic if u want any support. U back him, u will be viewed as another traitor. Be a hero and dump that mix breed coward into the dustbin. For those still believe in rpk, use ur head and ask: what is rpk trying to achieve? What’s his motive? The answer is that poor wretched man needs money, and he took it …”

and here:
"RPK's mother, an Englishwoman was an ice cream parlour girl - the lowest rung of the British working class. One step above a fish wife. So he did not get good breeding from his mother. His Chinese wife Marina was a mahjong parlour girl. Both have no integrity or honesty. The husband and wife team now work for money. His confession now is more proof that he works for money. He is also lying again. Many people heard him say that the PM's wife was there at the plantation and she personally shot Altantuya Sharibuu. Now he says he never said such a thing. Shafee Abdullah was right - RPK is a pariah. Now he has even exposed his friend Din Merican. When the ship goes down, the rats jump off first.”

See how fast the "fans" and cheerleaders turned into pathological haters. See the superficiality of the anti-Malay anak manja mindset? The moment they couldn't get their Malai Lembu to play ball and be subservient to their beck and call, they will turn around to condemn these lembus as the worst form of life imaginable. To the Malai Lembu tegar out there, be prepared for your day of reckoning, the day your subversive taukehs do a Maoist-style public condemnation the moment you gather enough guts to finally say enough is enough to being used by these SOBs. You are already losers either way.

Talking about losers, RPK implicated his Malai Lembu comrade in arms, Din Merican, in his TV3 pecah tembelang piece. Haiya, no honour among thieves ka?

As for this Din Merican character, yeah I know; Karma folks, karma.

This s/o Merican@Maraicar fellow, the prototypical Keralan-in-Melayu-clothing, is the same sleazoid who pushed plagiarised cyber-vanity to new heights of infamy with his bizarre curi-KM's-post-insert-his-name-and-reposting-it-in-his-blog antic. Apparently, his repertoire of cyber tricks come in many variants, all geared to rectify his state of irrelevance in this universe. And true to form, this master plagiariser and social fake of the parasitic kind out-chameleoned Brother Anwar sometime back by abandoning the sputtering PKR ship and creeping stealthily into UMNO's bosom for his share of the crumbs and handouts. Typical Malai Lembu Class F contractor. As they say, you get what you pay for.

Bargain Basement Malai Lembus.

50% off While Stocks Last.

So that's the state of our political landscape today: A Chinese-controlled Malai Lembu-fronted Pakatan Rakyat facing a re-emergent Barisan Nasional weaning itself off the support of the Chinese and other nons. This is the reality of Malaysian politics today as we hurtle towards PRU13 more divided, more fragmented, more segregated than ever.

Hail the New Year, Patriotism is Back, ........ but Whither the Nons?

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 09:49:00 +0000

Malaysia's victorious run in the AFF Suzuki Cup -- the ASEAN World Cup -- rekindled our patriotism to heights not seen since the epic Thomas Cup win of 1992. The exploits of our Harimau Malaya warriors captured our imagination, as the nation is mesmerised by the team's spirited performance against all odds, not least the fanatical antics of Indonesian supporters in Jakarta. Being extricated out of a hotel under siege and transported to the stadium and back inside a convoy of armoured personnel carriers is certainly a first in world soccer -- another Malaysia Boleh moment to cherish.

What more can I say, except: "Syabas Harimau Malaya atas keperwiraan mu."

With continued guidance, competent coaching and less distraction from bandwagon-jumping politicians, our Harimau Malaya will only get stronger as this is essentially the B team, with at least 10 first choice players injured or unavailable. The AFF Cup winning squad would certainly be pressured for places by the likes of Aidil Zafuan, Zaquan Adha, Baddrol Bathtiar and S. Chanturu plus such established stalwarts such as Indra Putra Mahyuddin, Norhafiz Zamani Misbah and Shukor Adan. This bodes well for Malaysian football as the strength in depth and competition for places would only strengthen Harimau Malaya as we compete beyond the ASEAN region.

I personally witnessed Malaysia's 3-0 demolition of Indonesia in the first leg of the final at Bukit Jalil. I've had my share of sporting events -- from the old Merdeka Tournament to NBA basketball and NFL grid iron to NCAA college football to the 1984 LA Olympics and USA 1994 World Cup -- but the electric atmosphere, the patriotic frenzy, the pride to be Malaysian I witnessed at the stadium was special.

Perhaps we were playing the auld enemy, Indonesia, in a local derby between two brother nations of the Malay World. Perhaps the trash-talk on Facebook, Twitter and innumerable cyber forum sites ignited this surge of patriotic pride. Or perhaps the 5-1 hiding in Jakarta must be avenged. But whatever the cause, the cavernous 100,000 capacity stadium was filled to the brim, with thousands more ticketless fans locked outside.

To soak in the atmosphere, my party took public transport – the LRT – to and fro between the Setiawangsa and Bukit Jalil stations. The journey turned out to be quite memorable. At every station as we got closer to the stadium, ever increasing Malaysian fans resplendent in their Harimau Malaya livery and wrapped in the Jalur Gemilang joined in the merriment, with spontaneous hearty renditions of Inilah Barisan Kita amidst the din of air horns and various mutations of the vuvuzela. I couldn’t help but snigger at the shell-shocked faces of the multifarious foreigners and patently obvious illegals who nowadays seem to roam boldly, freely and noisily in KL’s public transport system. Malaysian patriots reclaimed the LRT at least on that day.

At Bukit Jalil, as the floodgates opened -- 1-0, then 2-0, then 3-0, a legit penalty denied -- with the young Harimau Malaya warriors devouring a shell-shocked Garuda squad, the patriotic pride and camaraderie among the Malaysian supporters reached frenzied proportions. Likewise the huge crowd that watched the Jakarta return leg at Dataran Merdeka's big screen as Malaysia clinched the tie on aggregate. Of course, the throng of fans that overwhelmed KLIA security upon the team's return was almost without precedence. Quite understandably, PM Najib and other politicians quickly cashed in on this "feel good" factor and gleefully jumped on the bandwagon with various pronouncements and incentives.

Across the land, Malaysians proudly wear their replica Harimau Malaya jerseys. Sites dedicated to Malaysian football proliferate in cyberspace. Check out the numerous Facebook pages set-up by Harimau Malaya fans and browse through the often heated cyber-sparring with still sore Indonesian fans. Amidst all the cyber-bravado, "aku bangga jadi anak Malaysia" forms the basis of the Malaysian replies to tragically comedic Indo provocations centered around stolen songs and costumes and now even rendang, kunyit and various condiments as incited by their unethical media plying questionable agendas.

Folks, Malaysian patriotism is back with a vengeance.

BUT something's missing from all these festivities and feel good euphoria that gripped the nation over the past fortnight.

You know what it is?

Now, let's see .....

How come this football epic has become a Malay only story? Firstly, except for Kunanlan and coach Rajagobal, the rest of the football heroes are Malays.

And 99% of the Malaysian supporters at Bukit Jalil are Malays.

And the Malaysian patriots sparring with their aggressive Indo counterparts on Facebook and elsewhere in cyberspace are again practically all Malays.

And the huge Dataran Merdeka crowd that watched the second leg on the big screen are almost all Malays.

Plus the KLIA welcoming crowd are again almost all Malays.

... I can go on and on about hometown receptions and such, but the point is:-

Where are the non-Malays?

What happened to the so-called "nons" amidst all the cheering and national rejoicing? Come on lah, aren't you people proud as well? Why this aversion to partake in celebrations with your fellow rakyat on such joyous occasions? Do you have to be bribed with free food and showered with tax-payers' financed Kongsi Raya giveaways before you shuffle your self-centered butts and elbow your way to sapu the buffet spread like a swarm of locusts?

You demand all sorts of "rights" and the right to be treated equally. But you do not demonstrate to us the majority your willingness to equally share our moments of patriotic joy as fellow rakyats.

You see folks, the nons get angry and demand apologies whenever their patriotism gets questioned? Zahid Hamidi was not incorrect when he questioned the nons' patriotism for their lack of interest in signing up for the armed services (or for that matter the Bomba, JPJ, Customs and other "national service" agencies). It can, of course, be argued that people with "immigrant mentalities" worldwide do not join such instruments of the established order, hence, bringing into question and debate the state of mind of the nons in this country, notwithstanding the fact that most are already 3rd-4th generation Malaysians.

So, can Kit Siang or Karpal .... naah, forget these arthritic dinosaurs, ... now, can Hannah Yeoh or Gobind Singh or Loh Gwo Burne please enlighten the rest of us why you alienise yourselves from the mainstream on such joyous occasions?

Boleh?

Ada logical answer ka?

The way I see it, most of you nons lack a sense of belonging in this country. You don't quite fit-in beyond your immediate enclaves. This means that you are just pretenders, yup, phony plasticky citizens of convenience. To suit your needs, you'll pretend to be a Malaysian rakyat. You conveniently morph into a "Malaysian" to get your precious MYCards, priceless Malaysian passports, to acquire properties and to partake in your business activities, legal or otherwise. With those needs satiated, you typically revert to your default mode of being perpetually bitching, rabid Malay-hating subversives bad mouthing my Tanah Tumpah Darah at every opportunity in the real and virtual worlds.

Like this can ah?

And to add an ironic twist to this delusional pantomime, you nons are very adept at pretending to be the "mainstream" to a gullible foreign press and unabashedly use the "kami rakyat Malaysia" or "saya Anak Bangsa Malaysia" and "we have a nation to take back" taglines in your subversive campaigns to reforge Malaysia into some sort of utopia for the nons that exists only in the minds of bored middle-aged underemployed identity-challenged lawyers.

Sick.

As I've mentioned in the past, you self-segregating people stop playing team sports -- football and to a large extent, hockey -- to the point where Malays form 99% of players in the Malaysian professional soccer league and the vast majority in the Malaysian Hockey League (MHL). Of course, our national football and hockey teams have become an all-Malay affair nowadays.

Ayoyo aney and baii, you people don't play hockey anymore ah? Merajuk ka? Takpelah, Malaysia's almost all-Malay team beat India and narrowly lost to Pakistan to achieve a first ever Asian Games Silver medal.

Yeah sure, many nons like my friend Robin say that they just couldn't be bothered by the local football or hockey scene. We now have a situation where the typical Chan Yee How a.k.a. "Jimmy Chan" (with a "Tiffany Tan" -- who wouldn't know a football from other balls -- in tow) or a borderline obese John Muthiah would foam in the mouth when they talk about Liverpool or Chelsea and the EPL -- knowing even the most obscure of players and dissecting every move and "expertly" analysing team tactics over endless mugs of teh tarik at the kopitiam and mamak stalls until the wee hours of the morning -- when in reality these people have hardly touched a real life soccer ball, let alone kick it and, Tuhan forbid, actually play a competitive football match on the muddy grassfield or partake in organised competition in their schooldays and beyond.

An ESPN STARSports commentator actually said during one of Malaysia's early round AFF games that Malaysians are among the world's most avid EPL fans BUT have never set foot in a real stadium in their own country. Agreed, but this applies more aptly to the nons. Obviously the ESPN guy has never attended a Selangor or Kedah home game and I suggest you people attend a Kelantan Red Warriors game in Kota Bharu or when Kelantan makes its annual pilgrimage to Bukit Jalil for either the Malaysia Cup or FA Cup final to appreciate true-blooded Malaysian football pride and passion that would match the delirious Garuda Di Dadaku supporters at Jakarta's Gelora Bung Karno.

No people, these are not Merah Putih fans at Gelora Bung Karno. These are Malaysian football fans, yeah ... supporters of the original merah putih team, Kelantan. Kelantan's Merah Putih livery (1924) predated Indo's version (1945) by 21 years.

Ngapain loe ciplak donk? Gue protes gimana?

Patriotism and politics go hand in hand if you want to appeal to the Malay masses. And this is where the nons lost the plot.

You see, the predominant politics of the nons -- as manifested by the Pakatan Rakyat (see the liberal use of "rakyat" by these people) -- is not about patriotic pride or national advancement. Their politics is driven by hate, by huge chips on their shoulders against the imaginary Malay bogeymen and based on personality cults revolving around the DAP Ah Peks and a feisty old Baii fronted by Malay Apologists such as Brother Anwar, acclaimed by his flock as Anugerah Tuhan, God's gift to this country.

The nons created their current state of political confusion -- with alternative fronts and such -- when they began to belief their own rhetoric and propaganda in a weird process of political self-proselytising among the already converted subversives. A cursory glance in political fantasy sites such as the entertaining People's Parliament (haiya .... again self-designating themselves as representing the rakyat, the "people") reveals the skewed mindset of the congregation. The dozen odd regulars in that blog, blinded by their pathological hatred of the Malays (code named "BN/UMNO" of course), are immersed in a delusional orgy of self-relevance, where they actually think a handful of tak tau cakap Malayu nons -- alienated from grassroot Malaysiana with not even an iota of patriotism -- would determine the future of Malaysian politics from Kuala Perlis to Tumpat to Samarahan to Semporna. These people think Malaysia is a neat little collection of Bandar Utamas or Seri Kembangans where a bunch of kaypoh Ah Sohs and some nothing-better-to-do Indian loyars can influence public opinion and impact the ballot box.

Hence the birth of the MCLM and the Third Force.

Of course, these new political movements are a godsend to BN, particularly UMNO's wobbly political sidekicks, MCA, Gerakan and MIC. Third Force candidates won't win a single seat, but they would cannibalise enough anti-Malay votes from Pakatan to swing the results to BN's favour in 15-20 marginal seats such as Batu, Kelana Jaya and Wangsa Maju come PRU13.

I wouldn't be surprised if BN/UMNO makes sure MCLM and the Third Force thrive over the next six months. I can imagine BN/UMNO's cryptic cheer each time the Third Force earmarks yet another loud-mouth Malay-hating lawyer from the fringes of the social cesspool to be the alternative candidate to BN and PR in PRU13. Of course, Brother Anwar's gang might attempt to co-opt the Third Force by absorbing many of the nominees and make them PR candidates, but these bored, restless, angry menopausal middle-aged men and women -- the ultimate toxic Trojan Horses -- would wreak further havoc inside PKR and DAP with their anarchist streak wrapped in a wickedly condescending "we know what's good for you" demeanour.

These nons never cease to amaze me with their distorted view of their actual relevance and clout in the real Malaysia. I call this ailment the acute inbred cyber proselytising syndrome, a situation where small groups of anxious people from the lunatic fringes of society actually believe their own mutually reinforcing delusional thoughts to the point where they are convinced they can unilaterally retrofit (as the only "moving part" of Malaysia's complex socio-dynamics while the Malay Muslim majority lies frozen in suspended animation) the predominant societal ecosystem to suit their own parochial, prejudiced-laced ethno-cultural existence.

Middle-Aged Political Fantasy Trip a.k.a. Third Force meeting.
Not more than a hundred nons and a sprinkling of their

Malay stooges here actually believed THEY hold the
key to Malaysia's political future

This irrational sense of relevance to Malaysian politics is demonstrated by the occasional candlelight vigils over nothing. You see, whenever a couple dozen nons hold a candlelight vigil to protest something (... usually a long-winded way to spew some pent-up anti-Malay, anti-Muslim sentiment), they would unabashedly proclaim themselves as the voice and face of the Rakyat, as the anointed front that will "take back" this country from some imaginary dark force.

Huh? Take back what from whom?

Aisey Uncle Aloysius, when was Tanah Melayu and the Borneo states ever in your grasp? Or is this yet another fairytale uttered in SJKC history lessons?

Now let's see, 84% of the electorate for the 1955 federal legislative election were Malay, with Chinese at 11% and Indians 4%. Then we went through the process of dilution of Tanah Melayu's Malay essence with the naturalisation at Merdeka of over a million resident aliens. These pendatangs spawned today's pretend-only Malaysians who now think they have this nation to take back from someone else. Huh? Imagine a tenant of a bilik now wanting to "take back" the whole rumah from the landlord?!

Haiya Ah Pek and Ah Soh, if there ever was a group that needs to "take back" this country -- after giving away soooo very much of everything -- it would be the Melayus laa!

Betul ka?

See what happens to a congregation when bombarded repeatedly by the same deviant thoughts by some cyber High Priest? Sick.

Apa ni? 10-20 orang main lilin birthday cake pun sudah
mengaku jadi wakil seluruh rakyat Malaysia ka?

Cute little candles are for kiddies'

birthdays lah Uncle and Auntie ...

Now ... these are my type of candles ........ road flares!

Real patriots guna flares maaah ..... and move aside Che Guevara. Make way for SuperMokh, Mokhtar Dahari ... a true patriot.

Nah, tengok ni.

100,000 orang PATRIOTIK di Bukit Jalil. Macam ni baru lah

boleh claim wakili seluruh rakyat Malaysia. Betul ka?

Bukan 20 orang main lilin bikin bising tepi longkang.

Oh, ... lu olang belani pigi sana ka? Gua tunggu.

Anyway, as I've said before, the Third Force and MCLM choirboys (misled by that peculiar malignant narcissist non with a Malay name, ... but that's another story) are nothing more than spoiled rabid Malay haters in need of another playpen after their ill-fated three-year infatuation with the unrepentant crooks and bungling simpletons of PR. Oh yes, these racists are cunning enough to parade pseudo-Malays or Malay-like faces in the forefront to legitimise their agendas. They would court the Melayu Sesat, the lost Malays, plus confused "Malay" half-breeds brought up in a non-Malay universe by estranged non-Malay parents, which they then unleash into the political scene as convenient DAP-hugging "Malayus."

Naah, these are not the real rakyat. These are not patriots. You wouldn't find them in stadiums to support the Malaysian Super League teams or our young overachieving Harimau Malaya national team. They don't want to live in harmony with the rest of us, not least the Malay majority. They are not interested in nation building, in forging a unified nation with a shared destiny. No. Malaysia to them is just a comfortable roost for the next leg of their multi-generational social journey towards some ill-defined promised land.

See what happened to PM Najib's 1 Malaysia logo in PR-controlled Selangor? Banned. The very symbol of Malay concessions -- Najib's foolish recognition of alien cultures and languages to be placed on the same pedestal as Bahasa Melayu and Malay culture in this land called Malaysia -- is itself rejected by the nons themselves, by the very people that should have rejoiced at the government's extra-constitutional means to explicitly accept their lingua-cultural specificities in a policy of pragmatic multiculturalism.

Yes, even 1 Malaysia they reject.

Si Melayu Liberal mau kasi apa lagi?

And this rejection of Malay concessions is spearheaded by a cocky little prick named Liu Tian Khiew a.k.a. "Ronnie Liu." Wau lau eh, this "Ronnie Liu" so terrer one laa, ... can overrule the federal government of Malaysia in the richest and most strategic state of the federation. And you nons still have the cheek to play with birthday candles and tell the world there's no democracy in this country?

Like this susah lah.

Lu olang suka main lilin. Lilin itu api. Kita olang pun suka main api. Tapi kita pakai lagi busat punya api. Gua ingat kita dua-dua jangan main-main sama api maaah ...

So folks, you want to see the real Rakyat?

Follow my footsteps and board the LRT to Bukit Jalil the next time Harimau Malaya plays. See the tens of thousands of young patriots who are the real future of this nation, who will vote and who will propagate over the next two decades to forge the real Malaysia of the next 20-30 years. They are the future face of Malaysia, not the odd dozen Ah Bengs, Ah Mois, aunties and uncles and the occasional Uncle Raju with a weird fetish for birthday candles who actually believed they represent Mainstream Malaysiana in the face of demographic realities.

VIVA MALAYSIA ........... TANAH TUMPAHNYA DARAHKU

Perkasaphobia ....... and UMNO

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Sun, 19 Sep 2010 06:45:00 +0000

I hope everyone had a joyous Aidil Fitri, with family ties enhanced and old friendships rekindled amidst the waist-expanding delicacies and bouts of duit raya hemorrhaging partly soothed by comical scenes of grown men indulging in neighbourhood firework duels (with KM guilty as charged).

Talking about ties and friendships, UMNO members got a pre-Raya gift from the Sec-Gen, Teuku Adnan Mansor, who announced the party's emphatic disassociation from Perkasa, the erstwhile surrogate soul of the sputtering party.

I don't know if Teuku Adnan had a meaningful conversation with PM Najib Razak before he proudly lambasted Perkasa in front of the media. If he did not, then Najib or DPM Muhyiddin Yassin better rein in this relic of the Bastardised NEP. If he did, then UMNO is in deeper sh*t than I thought.

Ok, now that UMNO has courageously estranged itself from Perkasa, let’s hear MCA/DAP/Gerakan distancing themselves from Dong Jiao Zhong, and let's hear MIC/PPP distancing themselves from Hindraf, and let's also hear chameleonic PKR distancing itself from both Dong Jiao Zhong and Hindraf on top of their contempt for Perkasa.

And with all that sorted out, we can all go back to more merriment and three more weeks of Rumah Terbuka ...

Apa?

Tak boleh?

Tak mau?

Like this how?

Let's see now. Once-mighty UMNO has been compelled by it's coalition partners to unhinge itself from Perkasa (presumably to regain non-Malay votes for its hidup-segan-mati-tak-mau sidekicks, MCA, Gerakan, MIC and PPP) BUT on the other hand these race-based non-Malay parties are excused from making their stand against the hard core left-wing rabid racist segregationists of Dong Jiao Zhong and the tragic comedians of Hindraf and its loony offshoots.

A'macam Soi Lek, Tsu Koon, Samy, Kayveas?

Tak mau jugak?

Ini macam boleh tahan ka? Ada ngam ka?

And of course lah I don't expect Kit Siang and his SuperUltraRacist DAP to let go of Dong Jiao Zhong or Hindraf or any other Malay-hating group as these assorted lunatics and damaged goods form the supporting bedrock for this socially-deviant, race-obsessed party.

By their inaction, these Perkasaphobes are implying that Perkasa is more "racist" than Dong Jiao Zhong and Hindraf? I didn't know that defending Articles 152 and 153 of the Constitution against incessant attacks by the anti-Malay racists is in turn a "racist" act? Unless you rabble rousers are saying that our Constitution itself is inherently "racist" and must be challenged and opposed, in which case you people have become bona fide treasonous subversives that must be countered by all patriotic Malaysians, with or without Perkasa.

Apa? Lu gua lu gua apa?

Oh yes, solli ahh, I forgot. Only Melayus can be racists while you Cinas and Indias and the dan lain-lains can only be the victims of racism even when you sing, shout and curse yourselves hoarse with racist, anti-Malay, anti-Islamic garbage across the land and in cyberspace.

Lu tak mengaku? Lu tadak itu sikap jahat perkauman? Betul ilék?

Ok, sample some fresh racist trash by these maladjusted clowns. Yeah, I know, some of their post headlines are downright hilarious and probably scribbled amidst a state of drunken stupor. But the racism against the Malays (codified as "UMNO" of course) boggles the mind. And you pathetic manipulative little cissies have the audacity to say Perkasa is racist?

Hey, I thought you people are big on kesamarataan? So let’s sama-sama distance ourselves from ALL race-based groups mushrooming across this turbulent land.

Masih tak mau? Masih mau pura-pura jadi mangsa perkauman selepas lu tak berenti serang orang Melayu dengan kata-kata dan sikap perkauman yang amat jijik? Jadi lu hantam gua boleh sebab lu kata itu kebebasan bersuara dalam suasana keterbukaan. Tapi bila gua hantam balik -- jentik lu punya telinga sikit-sikit saja -- lu olang terus berguling-guling menangis dan report sama itu United Nations (haiyaa ...) dan itu Ratu Elizabeth (ayoyo ...) kata lu sudah jadi mangsa perkauman yang dahsyat oleh Melayu si penindas.

Gua ingat lu olang sutah jati macam watak-watak celita kartun maa. Realiti sama imaginasi sama mythology semua lu kasi campur haduk, puson sana puson sini sampai jatuh tongkang masuk longkang maa ...

Tapi bila lu kasi auta manyak olang ini satu duniya ahh, misti ata olang pecaya punya. Betui kaa?

Yes, I must say that the anti-Malays are much smarter propagandists. Their ability to weave fantasy into reality and spin facts to suit their agendas shape the mindset of not only their fellow non-Malays but many Malays as well.

Perkasa is a case in point.

The anti-Malays across the political spectrum have effectively isolated Perkasa as an extremist, racist fringe group. Even the mainstream media nowadays refer to Perkasa as "right-wing" and "radical" and giving an impression of an intolerant hate group bent on harassing and victimising non-Malays via extra-judicial and unconstitutional means.

Betul ka?

Firstly, and in an ironic opening twist to this ongoing saga, Perkasa was the “creation” of the rabid anti-Malays themselves. Yes, you Chinese segregationists and Hindraf cock-talkers and DAP/PKR historio-revisionists provided the primeval amino acids and basic life ingredients that gave rise to an embryonic Perkasa out of your own gooey cesspool of intolerance and degenerative political culture.

Perkasa was formed in the aftermath of BN’s PRU12 carnage, where a 3-way split of the Malay votes concurrent with a unified non-Malay voting bloc triggered the infamous political tsunami which saw an emboldened non-Malay populace revealing their gory racist inclinations for all to see and left unchecked by a crippled government. Perkasa filled the gaping communal vacuum as the Pak Lah and now the Najib administrations seemed woefully incapable of stemming the relentless anti-Malay, anti-unity, anti-Article 153 attacks by the likes of Hindraf and Dong Jiao Zhong, with the communal ambers fanned by opportunist hate mongers in DAP, PKR and other non-Malay political parties.

Secondly, from its inception, Perkasa's raison d'être was to uphold constitutional provisions impinging on the rights and special position of the Malays and other Bumiputras. Perkasa does not advocate any erosion of the inherent rights of the “lain-lains.” Perkasa acts only when the lain-lains encroach on Malay issues and challenge the Malay special position as enshrined in Article 153 of the federal constitution, yeah the quid pro quo for the kerakyatan percuma given to your stateless latok nenek which, of course, now enabled you people to have this discourse with me in the first place.

Hence, I don’t understand how the MCA, Gerakan, DAP, PKR, non-Malay NGOs and assorted chronic Malay haters could define Perkasa as an extremist, racist group when Perkasa’s sole purpose is just to uphold the Constitution, nothing more than that. I don't recall Perkasa calling for the expropriation of Chinese wealth, ill-gotten or otherwise; or for the forfeiture of non-Malays' right to vote on account of their obstinate refusal to master the national language, Bahasa Melayu, at a level expected of voting citizens; or protesting the Najib government's dishing out of hundreds of millions of tongkat-ringgits to support Chinese and Indian-centric facilities and causes and the lavish government spending on national level Kong Xi Fa Cai and Deepavali and Christmas parties although the constitutionality of these spending binges on the tax-payers' account could be questioned?

So why all the excitement?

Yeah why?

It is because Perkasa is now the sole viable cohesive Malay force to counter the incessant communal assault by the non-Malays who had sensed a once-in-a-lifetime socio-political celestial conjunction where a vain sissy helming UMNO, sleepy mullahs running PAS, and a crooked imposter leading PKR, collectively cast a long slow eclipse that effectively weakened Malay political clout in this country.

Hence the intense heat on Perkasa. Like it or not, Perkasa has emerged as the last bastion for the Malay masses as their Tanah Air gets trampled and hollowed out by others right from under the noses of a fang-less UMNO.

Perkasa also became the symbolic target, a new pseudonym for the hated Orang Melayu, as non-Malay parties fell over each other to prove the radicalness of their anti-Malay stance to appeal to the prevailing sentiment of their new generation of aggressive vernacular school educated constituents.

Take the MCA as an example. This irrelevant race-based party is reinventing itself into some kind of poor man's DAP, complete with anti-NEP, pro-Cina rhetoric lifted right out of Kit Siang's old playbook. Its desperation to remain relevant and rid itself of the UMNO running dog tag is readily manifested in the public rhetoric of the current ringleaders.

When party president Chua Soi Lek was called up by police to give his statement on his seditious attacks on the 30% Bumi equity target during MCA's inherently racist (after 53 years of Merdeka!) Chinese Economic Congress, vice-president Chor Chee Heung defended Chua by stating that ”… as the leader of the Chinese community (see people, isn't this opener so blatantly ethnocentric and racist? Oh I forgot; only Malays can be racists ...), Dr Chua was simply making a constructive suggestion to the Government to ensure that non-Bumiputra could also be given the opportunities to participate in the country’s economic activities.”

Apa? Tokpék nih kécék ggapo wei? ผมไม่เข้าใจ เข้าใจไหม? No comprendo, señor.

Apa ini “non-Bumiputra could also be given the opportunities to participate in the country’s economic activities”?

Haiyaa, what have you people been doing all these years?

Planting jagong and ubi kayu and collecting buffalo dung in Ulu Kelantan while the Melayus controlled the economy?

What more “opportunities to participate” do you people want? Until you sapu everything in sight, including producing sacrilegious Raya ads and peddling "halal" food where the only thing halal is the nasi putih and air suam?

The greed of these people is amazing!

Can still feign economic deprivation and repression even after totally dominating virtually every factor of production and distribution and retailing and credit, where suddenly a kilo of ayam almost doubled overnight a few days before Raya, where the gula and tepung and minyak masak vanished in occasional bouts of profiteering by their tightly-controlled wholesaling cartels and retailing oligopolies.

See the skillful doublespeak bought wholesale by many, including the socio-mutants known as the Melayu Liberal. Hence, when Soi Lek seditiously demanded the abolishment of the 30% Bumiputra equity target that by extension challenges Article 153 and in which Perkasa reacted with a police report, he and his race-based party -- the perpetrators -- are spinned as the victims, as the fragile angelic economic underdog being trampled upon by the “Malay racists” of Perkasa. Before we know it, Brahim Ali becomes the bad bully while an "innocent" Soi Lek wafts in the air like a violated virginal cherub with tears soiling his ballerina costume, rabbit tail and all .... uggghhhh. Hoi Gwo Burne .... drop that drumstick and gimme your KFC barrel. I wanna puke! Oops, too late ...

And this phenomenon happens again and again and again.

While the race-based MCA and MIC and the one-race centric DAP and Gerakan and other anti-Malay mosquito parties bark race-based issues at every turn and degrade the Constitution as a matter of course, Malays and Malay organisations are preemptively labeled racists even before they could react to the racist outrage from the non-Malays.

So would these non-Malay parties -- whether in BN or PR -- unequivocally disavow Dong Jiao Zhong and Hindraf and likeminded lunatics on the fringes of our society?

Don't hold your breath people.

The non-Malay parties are not going to distance themselves from these divisive racist groups. They won't and they can't as these groups mirror the mentality of their constituents in the current climate of hyper-racist posturing by everyone.

Ok, then why the heck did this Teuku Adnan UMNO character dismissed Perkasa with such contempt and arrogance on the eve of Hari Raya?

Well, I don't really know what goes on in the minds of the UMNO people, if anything at all. But the Melayu term bodoh sombong readily comes to mind. And I would throw in bangang and angkuh and tak-sedar-diri as well for good measure. Perhaps, udah jelék goblok lagi would be an apt observation. Of course, padan muka might be appropriate after PRU13.

Many of these UMNO warlords are woefully out of touch with their own Malay constituents. They still think they have a monopoly on Malay issues, even when their main leader has morphed into a neo-liberal Malay Apologist right before our very eyes. Apart from appeasing their useless non-Malay coalition allies, some elements within UMNO, yup the selfish, sullen face egocentric types, saw Perkasa as a competitor for Malay attention and support, instead of appreciating the NGO's complementary role in rallying support in the Malay heartland, and not to mention the fact that tens of thousands of Perkasa members are also UMNO members.

Why?

We can trace this political hara kiri to the peculiar malady of the Nusantara pribumis known as hasad dengki. Yes, envy and jealousy. And this is usually followed by sabotage and reprisals and chaos which ultimately produce the village amok, and in the aftermath of the mayhem, in the ashes of their devastated kampung, everyone looses everything and revert to their state of blissful ignorance as the lain-lains expropriate their land and resources almost by default. Oh yes, and then the very same Teuku Adnan and Khairy Padé Doh and Nazri Aziz and their coterie of fat asses rolling in luxury SUVs would go to the kampungs to lecture the Melayus they had betrayed and abandoned to change their minda and sikap and whatnot ...

So you see, the few fat slobs in the UMNO leadership, not the grassroot members, have allowed their hasad dengki, their chronic jealousy of Perkasa and wariness of Brahim Ali, get the better of them, as they attack Perkasa while half-aware that this will be to the detriment of their party and the Malays who they have now succeeded in dividing FOUR ways. At this rate, only the four old Unfederated Malay States may see strong Malay leaderships come PRU13, and we can thank the likes of Teuku Adnan and Khairy Padé Doh and Nazri Aziz and Khaled Nordin and others afflicted by Perkasa-envy for this state of affairs.

The Malays are truly at the crossroads today. UMNO has long overshot its own crossroad and is hurtling down a winding road to oblivion. Unless, of course, someone swiftly takes over the steering, retrace its socio-political route and steer the UMNO ship back on its original trajectory of leading the charge to firmly forge a strong, cohesive Malaysian nation amidst the challenges borne out of our nation's founding legacy.

So Whats Up Malaysia?

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 16:09:00 +0000

Salams to all.

I appreciate the many e-mails received from cyberfriends across the world. I believe I've replied to most of your private thoughts and opinions. I will address selected e-mails in this post and we can all share our thoughts on the issues. The queries are abridged for focus and clarity.

First a note sent by an avid DN reader. Perhaps he represents Malaysia's voiceless, anxious urban young:-

Salam KM, how you been? I hope everything is ok wherever you are in the world. Anyways, I'm going to go straight to the point and say this- I really dont blame you if dont update your blog. I mean what is there to write about? All the things that's going on in this country is just pure bullsh*t. I'm pretty sure you'll be left speechless if you've been following whats going on lately in bolehland ... I just wish we can get rid of the ALL the dinosaurs in parliament, by that I mean Karpal Singh, Nik Aziz, Lim Kit Siang, Najib, Anwar Ibrahim, oh and dont forget my personal favourite Rais Yatim. These guys have thrown so much shit at each other that none of them have any credibility left. Give guys like Tony Pua or Hanna Yeoh a chance, heck even Khairy. Its my sincere belief that this country needs a national reconciliation period - led by young politicians from sides of the political divide. Its time to give the youth a chance, our generation didn't grew up with racial lenses.

Well my friend, I can understand your despair, the sense of hopelessness as you witness the unraveling of whatever's left of our sense of nationhood. But didn't I warned almost two years ago about the dangers of Malaysia's race-centric socio-political paradigm? Didn't I say:-

... the longer we deceive ourselves with this multiracial fantasy, the harder it takes to build a cohesive, unified nation ... We Malaysians have lived in this fairytale for too long, and this blissful fantasy is now crumbling under the very weight of its own ludicrousness ... We are somehow told to “take pride” of our “multi-racial, multi-cultural” country, as if this is a preferred trait in achieving cohesive statehood. Of course it is not the case. The constant reminding of our “multi-racial, multi-cultural” essence breeds further explicit consciousness of our “race,” and this has now permeated every facet of our lives 24/7. Should we then wonder why we have all become so utterly Racists? This hyper-ethnocentrism inevitably propagates further ethno-chauvinist tendencies, as each “race” outdo one another to stamp their racial identity in a grotesque manifestation of tribalism gone mad … Is our fragmented social existence a tenable long-term proposition ... in our daily affairs as a sovereign nation under one flag? No. … Every nation encapsulate a dominant, pervasive socio-cultural essence, a singular identity that defines their populace. A collage of distinct ethno-cultural groups co-existing precariously on a brittle platform of Muhibbah-by-convenience do not make a nation. We must, therefore, go back to the basics of nationhood. We must have a national identity, driven by a common national language and a set of common values etched in stone. We must extinguish the differentiations that alienated ourselves and that gave rise to the primal instinct to survive amidst competing tribes.

So you see, I'm not at all surprised at the heightened degeneration of our sense of nationhood since then, at the current state of affairs, where our acute RACIAL DISTINCTION and terminal CULTURAL DIVERSITY have been further glorified and institutionalised by PM Najib's 1Malaysia fantasy.

Time may be running out for Najib as he persists on having a psychedelic view of Malaysia's complex social dynamics, with major policies conceived based on this delusional mindset and further compounded by acute gullibility to nonsensical CONsultants' goobledygook over nothing

This socio-political toxicity will get worst before it gets better, perhaps until the emergence of a nationalist saviour who will resurrect Malaysia from the ashes of self-destruction by her own angry, confused populace.

As for the "dinosaurs in parliament," yup, these decomposing political cadavers should have been swimming in formaldehyde a looooong time ago. At least they could be of use to science in their petrified state, as gory samples of BS-induced simian mutation.

Now people, do you seriously think this self-propelled howitsingh and the two sleepin' Mullahs can lift our country out of the current rut?

And don't let me get started on this megalomaniacal ham sap lo relic ...

But don't blame them. We collectively placed them on the pedestal and made some of them demigods while oblivious of the sleaze oozing from the slimy scales of their distorted torsos.

As for the newgen politicos such as Tony Pua, .... naaah. This kuachi junkie nerd suffers from acute Malay-envy. He took it upon himself to launch a crusade against Bumi discounts for high-end residential and commercial properties in Selangor. You see, these people just cannot stand the sight of Melayus enjoying decent housing and investing in commercial properties. Everything they want to sapu and, given the chance, they will hantam as well. Haiya Pua, NEP lu mau hantam. Article 153 lu mau hantam. Semua lu kasi hantam. What you need is a good old-fashioned hantaming by yours truly.

I am not impressed by the new crop of Pakatan MPs. I've commented on the likes of Loh Gwo Burne and Eli Wong in the past. Others are not much better. Recall the recent Teo Nie Ching in mosque incident.

Really, what the heck is this Ah Moi dressed like a Singapore Girl stewardess doing in a holy mosque near prayer time, giving a speech (or was she belting a karaoke number?) while trampling near sejadahs of the first saf meant for peoples' foreheads?! And what the heck was that imam doing? Just obediently sat there while this hyperactive DAP cadre grabbed the microphone and gave a ceramah to a captive audience? And all this sacrilege for a lousy one thousand ringgit contribution? We are that cheap ahh?

Haiyah, visiting hour siang hari lah Ah Moi, not at 9.33pm (after/between Tarawih prayers) with sejadahs still neatly laid in rows for solat. And that exposed double-rebonding hairdo and tight fitting kebaya do not constitute tutup aurat attire maah. Haiyah, don't these subversives know anything about timing and dress etiquette in a mosque? For a dwindling minority in a Muslim country, their biadapness boggles the mind. And we elect people like this? I suggest this ignorant SJKC and Batu Pahat Chinese High School product try the same stunt in mosques abroad. She would be whipped and kicked-out by the congregation before she can even say D-A-P ... In comparison, see the respect, the tatatertibness, shown by this American tourist in a UAE mosque:-

She is just a passing tourist. Teo Nie Ching is a Rakyat Malaysia, an elected MP. The Ah Moi should know better. No excuse! First we had the Nga Kor Ming Quran recital. Then the Guan Eng in khutbah doa fiasco. Now this. What next?

Another DN follower asked:-

Bosz, what la this Wee Ka Siong. Always looking for cheap publicity. Many police reports by and against him. I think he's a moron. What you think of him?

Well, I can't argue with your observation. This infamous opponent of the Satu Sekolah Untuk Semua initiative (in his capacity as the deputy education minister no less) likes to see himself as the champion of Chinese schools and would make provocative little jabs at Articles 152 and 153 where possible. He started the never ending police report pantomime back when he threatened to lodge police reports against pro Unified School bloggers as a means to prop his stand amongst a finicky and notoriously ethnocentric societal subgroup that his sputtering party purportedly represents.

As reported here, he took a swipe at MARA scholarships in Parliament, which triggered a flurry of police reports, including by Perkasa. His mahchais countered with their own police report against Perkasa to perpetuate this orgy of silly bravado among flaccid, pot-bellied middle-aged men. Haiyah, no more police reports lah Brahim and Ah Siong. Have an MMA-style pillow fight in a cage lah. Yup, I know my buddy Brahim Ali would salivate at that prospect. But of course Teeny Weeny would use his ultimate deterrent -- he would cry like a baby to a startled Brahim! You see, Teeny Weeny has an uncanny ability to cry on national TV, a gifted sobber-on-demand.

Haiyaaaa, ini macam malulah. Sikit acah sudah mau nangis.
Go easy on the Kleenex lah fei lo. Save some for pang sai time lah

You see, actually this effeminate drama queen with a penchant for the theatrics is irrelevant, his party is irrelevant, his cause is irrelevant. Why I say that? Wonder how he got elected to parliament in the first place where he can indulge in his occasional ultra-Chinese tirade? Yup, courtesy of the super-safe BN stronghold Malay majority seat of Ayer Hitam. Teeny Weeny would have more credibility if he were to contest and win in hard core subversive seats such as Seputeh or Ipoh Timur or Jelutong and beat the DAP racist zealots on their own turf. Only then should Perkasa and others take this loony seriously. As a race issue-stoking provocateur, he is a disaster. He played to the DAP totok gallery with his SJKC theatrics and MARA scholarship brouhaha, but then had to hide behind Khairy’s kain pullicat to avoid the scourge of Brahim Ali, which makes him an even bigger UMNO/Malay stooge in the eyes of the DAP subversives.

Dah laa tuuu .... go have your pillow fight with Brahim Ali maaaa ...

I just got this note yesterday:-

Bro, you know anything about the police reports lodged against one "Helen Ang"? You seen her writings against Malays, NEP, Islam? ... too much lah.

Yeah, when I first came across the offending essay, I said to myself, "this woman must have gone through gut wrenching personal trauma involving Malays and Islam for her to write such vicious fallacies." Her relentless attacks on Malays and Islam indicate some form of personal betrayal and a sense of being victimised by "the system." Her barrage of incoherent rhetoric couldn't conjure a rational reply or even grounds for intelligent debate. I actually sensed a silent cry, a clarion call of anguish wrapped in her convoluted metaphor of a berat sebelah football match spiced by an irrational challenge to every conceivable facet of Islam as Malaysia's official religion, from state funding of mosques to doa recitals in official functions to Islamic studies in school syllabus. Contemplate this:-

... can you fault Chinese or Indian or Orang Asli for not being able to provide adequate spiritual guidance to their children when they themselves are religiously oppressed by the state? On the one hand, Islamisation pervades every cubic inch of air we breathe in Malaysia. On the other hand, other religions are suppressed.

Wow, such strong, sweeping statements! Haven't she joined the million plus Hindu devotees at Batu Caves during Thaipusam? I've witnessed the boisterous festivities up close twice in my lifetime and if those were not indications of total unbridled religious freedom of monumental proportions, then I don't know what more she wants from Malaysia. And haven't she witnessed the annual Vesak Day float processions in the major cities? What about the number of temples and shrines and churches and chapels versus the number of mosques and suraus in places where non-Malays form a significant proportion of the populace?

I am intrigued.

What suppression is Helen Ang alluding here? Do you think "religiously oppressed by the state" and "other religions are suppressed" are fair statements? I'm actually puzzled by her insinuations as I've never seen more religious and pseudo-spiritual and neo-animist freedom anywhere on earth than in Malaysia. Has the "state religious oppression" police knocked down any of the thousands of red shrines dotting Chinese houses and roadside trees across the land, although I think these underutilised red boxes are more ethno-cultural markers (an in your face "we are Chinese!" statement) than anything else? What about the invasion and adoption of geologic wonders as sacred sites, often at the expense of conservation and scientific research? Any attempt by these "state religious oppression" police to evict the pencerobohs and restore the sites to their original pristine condition? No. Malays don't do that. We have adat. We have budaya. We have tatatertib. We have pantang larang. We have hati perut. We have something called akal. You racist anti-Malays know what akal is? Akal separates us manusia from the haiwans. Now you know why we should use our akal before we write outrageous fairytales about religious oppression in this country? When one don't use the akal, what would one become?

As for shrines and temples on forest reserves and public land, this country even go to the extent of recognising many of these intrusions as tourist spots, as part of the rich Malaysian cultural milieu, merrily highlighting them in tourist brochures and whatnot. Any such magnanimity in the Western World which you penderhakas worshipped so much? Take it from me baby, no way! Try to worship a Los Angeles roadside oak tree to induce the American Latok to appear and shower you with favours .... the LA City Hall sanitation department will hose and sweep you and your paraphernalia off the street and slap you with a half dozen bylaw infringement citations in no time! And that is if the local Angelenos haven't first kicked your butts and ran you out of their neighbourhood.

Before Helen Ang yelps religious suppression here, I suggest she look at measures by supposedly liberal, civilised democracies of Europe to ban headscarfs and Sikh turbans and forbid the construction of mosques and outlaw minarets and muzzle the azan? Haven't she noticed the brutal resistance in New York city, the cosmopolitan financial capital of the land-of-the-free, to the building of an Islamic Center in downtown Manhattan? And haven't she read about the planned Quran Burning Day this coming 9-11 in Florida? And she has the audacity to say "other religions are suppressed" in Malaysia?

So people, how can we layan such an unreasonable species?

Just imagine the extreme wholesale brainwashing these people had undergone in their formative years to the extent that they spew such venom, such contempt against a land that gave shelter to their stateless forefathers, that gave sufficient amenities and social mobility to enable their kind to crawl out of their rickety tongkangs to be what they are today while concurrently partake in their ancestral language and culture and religion to their hearts' content?

And still tak cukup? Masih mau macam-macam lagi.

You people are satisfied only after your Melayu hosts end up only with torn sarongs wrapped around their emaciated bodies, while you kaut everything under the sun under the guise of "freedom" and "democracy" and "brutal competition." Such greedy little heartless monsters we have in our midst.

Anyway, the recurrent content of her writings revealed a troubled, viciously vindictive soul with a pathological hatred of Malays and Islam. You see, unlike the incorrigible DAP sinkhehs who are anti-Melayu out of group imperative, this woman was at one time immersed in the Malay milieu, but she wanted to be associated with this Malayness on her own terms -- without the religious connotation -- and was eventually stymied and disillusioned by the web of syariah laws that worked against her. That made the bitterness more profound, the wounds more septic, the dendam more tertusuk dalam daging, as reflected in her writings.

Anyway, I believe her series of delusional jottings are just a medium to retaliate against imaginary catalysts of her intractable bitterness and despair. This estrangement from reality -- with imaginary fables of social persecution and religious suppression -- could be indicative of stress-induced adult onset schizophrenia typically accompanying a personal meltdown. You see, there is nothing more dangerous in the animal kingdom than a woman's spite.

This mental state was probably precipitated by some masa lalu events. Perhaps the revelations here and here may shed some light:-

Lina Joy has been a recurrent theme in my essays and finally in a Merdeka eve piece, I confessed that like Lina I could not get married. This disconcerting public revelation was laying bare a facet of my private life and possibly invading the privacy of my two Malay ex-boyfriends and their families.

... I will confess why Lina means more to me than a human rights cause. If she had succeeded in setting a precedent, I could have been one of those Malaysians whose life she impacted. I’ve had two serious relationships and both the boyfriends were Malay. Like any other Malay, my ex-boyfriend had the word ‘Islam’ on his MyKad, an automatic procedure. So we couldn’t have walked into a civil registry and gotten married. As conversion was never on the cards for me, a ‘You to yours, me to mine’ accommodation or non-interference by the nanny state would have suited fine.

... I can only think of Israel where the state forbids its favoured child to tie the knot with its stepchildren. Israel’s religious law ‘halacha’ mandates conversion to Judaism in mixed marriages. In Israel as here, orthodoxy has a strong grip and religion a state role. Israel is a Jewish state and its unique birth is without parallel in human history. Malaysia is a Malay supremacist state and we’re in the process of writing its history now.

... Lina Joy had gallantly tried to beat a new path. This country is heartbreaking for all who walk in her shoes. When I cried at her apex court verdict, I suppose I was crying for myself too.

Yup, the smoking dick, ... oops I mean gun. Or is it a couple of Malay dicks, with some Jewish salami thrown in for good measure. Now you see the motive, why her theme is the same -- again and again -- essentially rehashed emotional tirades against anything Malay Muslim, from government institutions to the judiciary to the political leadership to anything that conjures up menacing silhouettes of Malay dicks? See how her orgy of hate and provocative insinuations of this "Malay supremacist state" are spiced by bits and pieces of non-facts and outright outrageous falsehoods cobbled into neat bite-sized packages joyously consumed by the subversive choirboys and cheerleaders popping out of the dark recesses of the cybercesspool.

I don't know whether police reports would deter a spurned person on the rebound. Perhaps that's what she sought. Attention. Compassion. Empathy. A cyberhug. Another Malay dick ... Anything really to pacify the raging inferno ravaging her aggrieved soul. Sad indeed.

I suggest we cut her some slack, take her rantings with a big bucket of salt, and try to read between the lines to decipher her fragile inner thoughts amidst all the racist clutter, and let her heal in peace as she rolls into the cozy cocoon of cyber-oblivion.

Here's an interesting reader question:-

Salam KM. Have you crossed paths with Jho Low in Hollywood or elsewhere? Wah, he share lift with P.Diddy somemore ... Is this guy for real?

No my friend, I've not crossed paths with Jho Low in Hollywood. And I've not had the pleasure of sharing an elevator with Sean "P. Diddy" Combs either, although recently I did share a cramped corner of a Sunset strip diner with Xzibit (funny fella, of MTV's PimpMyRide fame).

Anyway, it's no big deal. Just put on your shades, dress like a pimp, walk with a badass shuffle and speak like you have somethin' up your ass and people think you're involved in the movie business. No big deal. Noisy Hongkie tourists have snapped pics of my "entourage" (Ahmed the burly Libyan and Ramon "el loco" from the Eastside and Tyrone and Jacquizz, my old time pickup basketball buddies from the South-Central hood) countless times while we pontificate on a lazy summer afternoon over overpriced latte on a Rodeo Drive sidewalk.

Anyhow, I've seen Jho Low-esque char kuay tiau hawkers on Gurney Drive but that's another story. As for his credentials and reputation, quick cyber forensics revealed that his rich dad and rich sheik classmates dished out US$25 million as start-up for his Wynton Group. He claimed to have grown this investment to US$1 billion today. Validated? Who knows and who cares. As for expensive partying in New York, LA, Vegas and St. Tropez nightspots with Hollywood celebrities, this guy certainly spends money or induced others to spend money at prolific levels. Wastage? It depends whose pesos and riyals and shekels are being squandered. If those were the sheiks' petrodollars, Jho Low has brought freeloading to new heights of infamy. If his and/or his investors' money picked up the multimillion dollar party tab, then we are looking at a big time wealth destroyer here. Would I engage a fund manager or investment adviser who purportedly throws millions of dollars in champagne-soaked marathon parties and appears merrily inebriated in almost all his public photos? Probably not.

As for this:-

Enjoy it while it lasts fei chai. That is until Paris Hilton finds another fuzzy, cuddly little freakshow mascot for her friends to gawk at hilariously, in a twisted ironic anti-hero fetish these bored socialites revel in before they jet off elsewhere with their well-hung ebony stallions. Of course, if I had a couple of million bucks to burn in a NY nightclub, I wouldn't be leaning foolishly on Paris' bosom. I probably would make her sip the ginger ale (sorry, no US$900 bottles of Cristal champagne in my entourage) from my possum skin Bruno Magli shoes while she leans on my rippling bosom. Anyway, Paris is already sooooo yesterday laah people.

As for Jho Low, I would like him to arise from the clutter and paparazzi circus to methodically demonstrate to us his financial acumen, his specific views on packaging investment inflows on the back of astute financial engineering techniques that would create value to this country. Show us the financial prowess spawned by your basic degree at Wharton, not via no-brainer monetisation of privatised government assets but through real incremental value creation from actual productive initiatives. I want to know Jho Low beyond his grandiose statements of personal friendships with rich sheiks' sons and recollection of sharing an elevator with Sean "P. Diddy" Combs.

Another query:-

... and Nazir the CIMB boss said the NEP has been bastardised ... You got anything to say on that? Or are you just another tongkat-dependent racist piglet? You can answer or not?

Come on lah, Nazir Razak should be the last Melayu to critique the NEP, more so in front of a Chinese congregation with large axes to grind. This has made him the new Malay poster boy in the subversives' relentless assault on Article 153 to the extent of proposing him to be Malaysia's next finance minister. See how fast these parasites embrace a Malay who condemns the NEP? Where were these people all this while when Nazir was busy making fat profits for CIMB? Why no call to make him finance minister then? But the moment he said, "I have strong opinions about how the NEP has been bastardised over the years" and "... every time I mention the NEP, I get blasted," these scums joyously elevated him to saintly status, the Melayu Godchild who will front their crusade to dismantle the NEP and other constitutional privileges of the Melayu Tuan Tanahs.

You know, I find it laughable for Nazir to even comment on the bastardisation of the NEP when he himself is sitting on a pile of NEP-driven largesse spawned by CONsulting monopolies dished out by his brother's government and captive GLCs while drawing a remuneration fast approaching RM20 million per annum and a booming stock price that has placed him among Malaysia's 40 richest individuals. He is the archetypal Bumi front for a racket of overpriced services in a near monopolistic business environment that has now propelled his bank to be the country's biggest listed company by market capitalisation.

And he achieved all these without the NEP?

Without the privileged networking and deference and restraint showed by others on account of his ethnicity and political pedigree?

Do you think another Mohamad Nazir bin Abdul Razak, son of a mata-mata in Juasseh, smart albeit underprivileged, would have been the CEO of the largest corporate group in Malaysia today, ceteris paribus? After this other Nazir had made it through the interview process and given a desk job, what do you think he'll be today after over a decade of service? As the Group CEO with an 8-digit paycheck and feted at Malay-bashing circuses around town? Most probably not. He'll likely be just an inconsequential pencil pushing dead-end Penolong Pengurus embedded in a Dilbert cubicle somewhere, lethargic and demoralised from petty company politics that has eroded his dignity over the years. Indeed, many brilliant Malays, including technical doctorates and MBAs from top biz schools, many of them kampung boys made good, today prematurely while their days away in dusuns and kolam pancings while the real meat of the NEP windfall are harvested and squandered by mediocre offsprings of the socio-political elites within Nazir Razak's social circle. That is the bastardisation Nazir should be talking about.

I hope Nazir would realise that his prodigious corporate ascendancy may not be fully attributable to his sheer brilliance. The intangibles, the very elements that created his bastardised NEP, of well-heeled Melayus capitalising on privileged access to the lubangs and jalans and jalan pintas' forged in the name of the NEP, were the decisive factors that placed him where he is today. Indeed, as an NEP beneficiary on the wrong end of the economic need spectrum, shouldn't he himself be the poster child of this bastardised NEP?

Apart from Nazir, I am amused whenever a non-Malay robber baron of the crony kind partake in NEP bashing as well when they themselves were and still are some of the biggest beneficiaries of the structural disequilibrium aspects of the bastardised NEP via their cunning deployment of toothless Malay boardroom frontmen and hiring of obedient Malay management automatons easily seduced by German company cars, leggy secretaries who could hardly type and fat expense accounts. With titled Malay signatures scribbled on Malay-sounding Ali Baba shell companies, these rackets gobbled up the huge majority of government projects, often sweetened by advanced payments and subsidised costs and concessionary financing that transgressed every known financial principle taught in my old Top 10 U.S. business school.

As for the NEP, of course there are many structural defects that must be addressed. It is morally wrong to further enrich already wealthy Bumiputras at the expense of their brethrens truly in need -- the Klang Valley urban poor, the Penang roadside hawker, the Kelantanese subsistence farmer, the natives of interior Borneo -- who languished in crippling poverty and deprivation. However, the NEP and its successor programmes have become a rallying point, a symbolic trophy, for competing forces of Malaysian politics, carving a deep wound between Malays and non-Malays that dissect party coalition lines. The non-Malays now use the NEP as the catch-all codeword to challenge Article 153, which is wrong. The Malays in turn use the NEP as some kind of sacrosanct crown jewel that must be defended at all costs, although the typical poor perwira shouting on the streets actually received next-to-nothing from the NEP pot compared to Nazir Razak's Malay buddies. Suffice to say that this issue warrants a separate future post.

An intriguing question:-

What is the future of Malaysia? Where are we heading? BN and PR what's the difference? What do you suggest?

Our clueless, self-serving politicians from both ends of the partisan divide are propelling our Tanah Air to a calamitous future. Our social cohesion is crumbling by the day, with brazen challenges to our Constitution by subversive elements unchecked by a debilitatingly wimpish government.

How far can our society sustain prickly, throbbing enclaves of socio-cultural misfits zealotrously devoted to obscure ancestral realms as exhibited by blatant imitation of the identity, language and attitude of alien populations in faraway foreign lands?

Add to this turdpile, we are now inundated by African pimps and tricksters guised as "students" and Iranian "merchants" entering our airports with drugs stuffed into every conceivable crevice of their luggage and anatomy. And don't forget the South American hotel thieves and Bangla, Indian and Paki labourers flooding our entry points with fake passports and visas. And I won't even attempt to touch on the two million Indonesians (arguably a pseudo-expeditionary force) firmly embedded on our soil. And of course, the motherlode of vice, the endless waves of lambut kalat China dolls pretending to be "tourists" as if they have a dire need to visit our rainforests and museums and whatnot. This tidalwave of foreigners will escalate as our wimpish national leadership somehow lack the political will to decisively curb this phenomenon and seem unable to comprehend the impending social upheaval precipitated by the proliferation of these aliens in our heartland. In fact, our overtly China-centric tourism minister is aggressively pushing for the wholesale influx of these people under the guise of procuring tourism renmimbis.

Do we just ignore these cancerous anomalies until the socio-toxicity overwhelms us all or do we collectively do something now for the sake of our future generations? Can we depend on politicians to arrest this decline in our social cohesion, in our sense of nationhood, in our national security? As the main catalysts of the ailment themselves, could they find the solutions?

What kind of Rakyat have we become? How come we have allowed our destiny and our childrens’ future be charted by a bunch of bungling fools, perverts, tricksters and outright crooks? How did we as a nation ended up with a syiok sendiri jargon-laden PM and a sleazy opposition leader who wants to be the PM at all costs plus sleepy mullahs and assorted rabid racists hellbent on imposing social chaos and anarchy on a land they know they cannot own.

Folks, we need a revolution. No, not of the French or Russian or Romanian kinds, but a revolution within our inner selves, and collectively as a society, as members of the real Anak Bangsa Malaysia. We must ask ourselves, is Malaysia’s current evolutionary trajectory as a nation a tenable proposition? Should we allow and tolerate the ongoing chaotic undercurrents perpetrated by incorrigible, treasonous forces determined to alienise themselves from the Malaysian mainstream? Should we just stand aside and watch our curiously spineless government bent over backwards to accommodate these subversives in its futile hope of garnering votes in the next GE? Is this what its all about? Votes? Do Malaysia have the luxury of trading anarchy for votes? Is this the way to rebuild our crumbling nation? Let's discuss this and the other issues mentioned in this post.

Kelantan ku ...

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 11:24:00 +0000

For the sake of the people of the great state of Kelantan Darul Naim, the Regent, Yang Maha Mulia Tengku Muhammad Faris Petra, must be able to rule in peace and Duli Yang Maha Mulia Sultan Ismail Petra must be able to recuperate in peace.

My message to the assorted schemers, shadow play puppeteers and their coterie of sycophants plus the petty usurper wannabe or two, the Kelantan Rakyat will not allow your ludicrous pantomime of the absurd to linger in our midst.

To the purveyors of past excesses, it's over. Get over it. Your convoluted wayangs meant to confuse the Rakyat have revealed the depth of your deceit and avarice, in your quest to achieve your ends at any cost, even to the gross detriment of the state and the Rakyat and the institution of the Malay Royalty.

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Demi Rakyat negeri Kelantan Darul Naim, Yang Maha Mulia Tengku Muhammad Faris Petra harus menerajui pentadbiran negeri tanpa gangguan dan Duli Yang Maha Mulia Sultan Ismail Petra yang di sanjungi harus menjalani proses pemulihan tanpa gangguan.

Pesanan saya kepada tok-tok dalang di belakang tabir sandiwara aneh lagi keji yang kian menyelubungi negeri ini, rakyat Kelantan tidak akan biarkan ianya berlarutan. Terimalah takdir dengan mulia dan terhormat.

Kepada puak rakus dan haloba, masa kalian sudah berakhir. Inilah hakikatnya. Adegan-adegan dramateka yang berhasrat untuk mengkaburi mata Rakyat telah dedahkan intipati hati sanubari serba muslihat kalian. Ianya ditahap yang sudah parah, hinggakan kalian sanggup mempertaruhkan kepentingan negeri, kebajikan Rakyat dan kemuliaan institusi Raja-Raja Melayu dalam obsesi memburu kuasa dan harta di bumi keramat Kelantan Darul Naim.

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Ambo toksé kkecek banyok hal nih. Cumo nok pesé ko hok bersabit supayo bbo lah caghi baloh, dok buak lakuné wayé kulek sapa ghakyak mulaa beci, mulaa muok, mulaa tok suko ko hok di sanjongi selamo nih. Ku Yeh kito ialah Pemangku Rajo yé soh hinggolah Tuéku Sulté hok kito semo sayé dé sanjông puleh semulaa. Takdok doh Pemangku Rajo hok laing. Nih hok KijéMah kato. Nih hal keghabak keluargo ambo jugok. Tôk nenek hok ttulo. Buké oghé laing.

Anok Kelaté di senak ceghok duniyo llonih semo dôk peghati usoho duo tigo keghak tôk dalé belaké tabir wayé kulek Siyé nih. Kami tok aké benarké sah-sah nih bermahaghajolelo buak kuca kacé di negheri kito, sapa lupôh petadbiré negheri dé kepentingé Rakyak jelato.

Haiya ... Why So Susah One?

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 03:20:00 +0000

The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines Alien as:-
1. Belonging or relating to another person, place, or thing
2. Strange
3. Relating, belonging, or owing allegiance to another country or government
4. Foreign
5. Differing in nature or character typically to the point of incompatibility

and Alienation is:-
Withdrawal or isolation from other people, rejection of the values of one's family or society.

The gritty opposition to Satu Sekolah Untuk Semua by Chinese educationists and the Chinese community at large is to be expected. In a way it is understandable. Who are we fooling here? The self-segregating, self-alienising inclination of this minority group is out there for all to see in our daily life.

Yeah I know, the excuses spewed by the Dong Zong (United Chinese School Committees Association) people are beyond the absurd, and the high priest of this Chinese Segregationist movement, Yap Sin Tian, scaled new heights of oxymoronic idiocy. He said that "instead of promoting national unity, the implementation of the single stream school system would hamper unity and create racial tensions."

Ah? Apa? How?

Is this the kind of twisted logic taught in the SJKC?

Let me get this straight.

In this Yap fellow's convoluted mind, a unified school environment -- where our children attend the same school, learn the same subjects, and experience the same joy, pain and challenges of scholarly and co-curricular pursuits -- is an impediment to unity and spawns racial antagonism. And Yap's logic would infer that a three-silo school system, with National schools co-existing with distinct and separate Chinese and Tamil schools, would not hamper unity and not create racial tensions. Yeah, I know, this hard core segregationist's logic is fatally flawed as manifested by the malignant racial tension permeating our confused polygot society caused in large part by the inability of the alienised SJKC and SJKT products to fit-in with the rest of us, with the other 70% of the population.

Why so susah one?

Dong Zong's insult to our intelligence indicates one thing: the Chinese Segregationists are now totally bankrupt of reasons and excuses to perpetuate this societal anomaly.

Indeed, the only way Yap's statement would make sense is if the races never mingle from cradle to grave, with the minority communities languishing in their own self-sufficient cocoons insulated from practical interaction with the mainstream.

Is this possible anywhere on earth?

No, unless Chinese Malaysians form their own separate racially-homogeneous region where everyone from the garbage man to tollbooth attendants to policemen to bureaucrats are Chinese. Likewise the Indian Malaysians.

This type of Racist Utopia exists anywhere?

No lah. Where got?

South Africa's apartheid policy collapsed under the weight of its own ludicrousness a couple of decades ago. But the Chinese cannot be blamed for not attempting their own brand of apartheid as manifested in their ubiquitous Chinatowns the world over. Is this what PM Najib's 1 Malaysia is all about? Islands of racially-segregated Chinatowns and Tamil ghettos scattered over a Malay ocean where the races and tribes don't mix lest it "would hamper unity and create racial tensions" as claimed by Yap Sin Tian? Is this the "multi-national state" fairytale concocted by Yap Sin Tian's convoluted mind in his pathetic defense of Chinese schools in this land called Malaysia?

Haiya Ah Tian ... apa sudah jadi?

Lu mau sendiri punya negara dalam ini negara ka? Mana ada "multi-national state" dalam ini dunia? Semua negara ada satu "national" identiti maaa. Semua negara ada satu saja "national" museum, stadium, football team, flower, anthem dan lain-lain. Jadi dalam lu punya multi-national state, Malaysia ada satu Melayu punya negara, satu Cina punya negara dan satu India punya negara ka? Itu Iban, Kadazan sama Orang Asli amacam? Boleh kasi mereka sendiri punya "negara" dalam Malaysia ka?

Apahat lu pikir ini macam? Ada ka satu negara dalam ini dunia kasi dia punya tanah picah jadi 3, 4, 5 negara-dalam-negara? Lu ingat ini Malaysia macam kopi segera ka? 3-dalam-1 "multi-national state" kasi bancuh dalam air panas? Negara China ada bikin ini macam ka? Sana lagi ada macam-macam jenis kaum dan ugama dan bahasa dan budaya. Kurang-kurang sana boleh bikin 50 biji negara-dalam-negara wohh. Boleh ka Ah Tian? Mana boleh maa ... Sana semua orang kina pergi itu sekolah cakap Mandarin maa. Itu kawasan negara China sudah kasi ceroboh dan takluk macam Tibet dan East Turkestan pun kina cakap Mandarin wohh. Mana ada SJK Tibet atau SJK Uighur sana?

Itu China tadak kasi hak sama dia punya kaum minoriti lu takpa. Lu diam-diam duduk saja. Tapi lu mau paksa Malaysia kasi lu orang benda lain negara dalam dunia tadak bikin punya. Ini macam ngam ka? Adil ka?

Jadi lu mau Malaysia jadi satu negara aneh dalam ini alam ka?

Atau lu orang memang suka bikin lain orang susah? Amacam?

Ini macam boleh tahan ka?

Why so susah one?

Back to this "multi-national state" fairytale, the nation of Malaysia according to Yap Sin Tian plays host to Malay and Chinese and Tamil nations, each with their own schools, values, historical narrative, national agenda and identity.

Ada ka? Boleh ka?

This is what happens when even terminologies are distorted by alien concepts and interpretations spawned by Maoist thoughts induced by sole literacy in the national language of a foreign nation, a nation that hitherto backed the destruction of our Tanah Air during our vulnerable, embryonic hour, a nation that harboured the CPM murderers of our troops and innocent civilians for decades, but now don a plasticky façade of laissez-faire trade and commerce to shroud a ruthless intolerant one-party regime. This is the same intolerance, the grotesque chauvinism infused into these Mandarin-centric SJKC products.

The segregationists would parrot the need to protect Chinese "culture and heritage and identity" in their opposition to unified schools.

What is heritage anyway?

What exactly is the heritage of Malaysian born and bred ethnic-Chinese? Are these peoples' love for sambal belacan and durian and kari kepala ikan and empat nombor ekor part of their heritage? Or does "heritage" means assuming thick, imported cultural markers from China that was never part of the adat and kebudayaan of the local Cinas of Malaysia? For a start, come on lah people, Mandarin is NOT a heritage of Chinese Malaysians on the same basis Hindi is not a heritage of Indian Malaysians and Indonesian-mutilated Bahasa Indonesia is not a heritage of the Malays here. And if these defenders of the phantom "bahasa ibunda" took the trouble to read and understand the SSS Memo to the DPM cum Education minister, it was explicitly stated that the minorities should attend compulsory "bahasa ibunda" classes at the Sekolah Kebangsaan.

Why so susah one?

And still on this "heritage" poser, hey Dong Zong, what about my Kelantanese heritage? And the Kedah, Johor, Trengganu, Perak, et. al. heritage of the others? And of course the Iban, Kadazan, Melanau, Bajau, Kelabit, Penan and Murut heritage of our Borneo brothers? I don't see our heritage being eroded by our attendance in the Sekolah Kebangsaan? On the contrary, my Malaysian "heritage" was enriched by my appreciation of the cultural specificities of my Hakka, Hainanese, Cantonese, Tamil, Punjabi, Minangkabau, Javanese and Bugis buddies in my old hyper-cosmopolitan SK. BUT according to the SJKC-huggers, their kids' Chinese heritage would be lost if they attend half-day of SK five days a week during the school term.

Betul ka? Boleh pakai punya cerita ka?

Hey Chinese Segregationists, you saying that your culture and heritage would be lost, obliterated from the face of the earth merely by your kids' attendance in a unified school for all? What kind of culture and heritage is this? So weak, so fragile, so vulnerable to external exposure and stimuli? Hey, I thought we are talking about a dominant state of being here? What happened to the thousands of years of civilization? So effortlessly obliterated by the Sekolah Kebangsaan cikgus ka? So the simple SK Cikgu achieves what the Mongols, Manchus, Japanese and others over thousands of years could not do? Astonishing.

You are implying that Chinese (and Tamil) culture and heritage are outsourced exclusively to the SJKCs anf SJKTs? No community activities to enhance your language, culture, heritage, heirloom and whatnot during non-school hours? So your proud cultures are actually dependent on the Sekolah Jenis Kebangsaans for dear survival? Isn't this a dangerously precarious situation you've got yourselves into?

Why so susah one?

Tapi ini betul ka? Atau mungkin ini lagi wayang dongeng punya cerita?

I thought schools are for learning and for students of various ethnicities and backgrounds to commingle and interact as the Anak Bangsa Malaysia in a common language for all?

No?

You mean to say that you people learn your lion dances and who-knows-what-else exclusively in the SJKCs and nowhere else? Hence, if the SJKCs (and SJKTs) get absorbed as SKs, there will be no other platform and avenue to partake in your culture and heritage? So this explains your stubborn defense of vernacular schools as the primary medium to preserve your apartheid inclinations, as exemplified by this Leng Chai's incoherent ramblings, complete with inalienable rights under the UN Charter! I sure would like to upheld this "right" to a Kelantanese mother tongue education for my countrymen in Los Angeles. What dayya think? Would Herr Gov. Schwarzenegger oblige, even as he himself had to forego his native Österreichisches Deutsch and adapt to English like everyone else?

Why so susah one?

Actually, the "need to protect our culture and heritage via the SJKC" stance of the segregationists is just a smokescreen to hide their real motive of complete social segregation from the Melayus and others as their kids are pepped for life in the wider Chinese Universe centered on China with anchors in Taiwan, Hong Kong, Macau and Singapore and strategic phalanges in their cosy little Malaysian enclaves, in a system that inevitably produces more Namewees, Yap Sin Tians and likeminded subversives to further wreak social havoc in our negara?

Ini macam boleh tahan ka? Boleh benarkan ka?

Look, vernacular schools are not simplistic institutions for the learning and preserving of “mother tongues” and “cultures.”

Not that simple.

This phenomenon is the root cause of the worsening ethno-social fragmentation afflicting our nation today. You see, when you adopt a foreign language as the anchor of your inner soul, you’ll be immersed in the mindset and values spawned and shared by purveyors and practitioners of that foreign tongue. Indeed, language is the key determinant of social-group identity and the whole ecosystem of culture, values, aspirations and group cohesion, and these transcend man-made borders and geography. The Mandarin supremacy agenda of the SJKCs are relentlessly pursued at the expense of our national language and English. The pupils are immersed in a thick Mandarin-centric universe of foreign books, literature, arts, culture, philosophies, historiographies, values and self-image totally alien and incompatible with our national aspirations.

Indeed, the essence of Malaysian nationhood is subordinated to a Mandarin-laced China-centric paradigm as these SJKC products find it hard, if not impossible, to reconcile their foreign-sourced attitudes and outlook with Malaysia's national narrative. Hence, the creation over the past three decades of a new generation of re-alienised Chinese Malaysians stuck in their angry little cocoons estranged from the social-cultural mainstream, as typified by the bucketful of belligerent under-40 politicians in our midst elected solely on a toxic, race-based agenda by their alienised constituents. Yes, I'm talking about re-alienised Malaysians such as this and this. Come on lah people, after 52 years of Merdeka, we are still producing these kinds of ethnocentric little monsters attacking every single symbol and instrument of our Negara in their eloquently mimicked Beijing Putonghua Mandarin?

Why so susah one?

What about the government? Has PM Najib Razak's administration done anything to address this societal decay?

Yes? No?

What?

They themselves add to the pile via financial support of these unconstitutional schools?

Apa?

Using my tax money?

Like this how?

So PM Najib is condoning three Malaysian school systems (yeah, in congruence with Yap Sin Tian's nation-states within our nation looney fantasy) while inundating us with his 1 Malaysia pipedream? Can someone enlighten my simple Kelantanese peasant mind how the production of three distinct, mutually antagonistic groups of Malaysians out of 3 school systems fit into Najib's 1 Malaysia?

How?

Got formula ka?

Is it 1+1+1=1 or is the 1 in 1 Malaysia a cumulative derivative of some weighted fractional aggregation of the 1+1+1?

Or is it in reality three 1 Malaysias in a sort of parallel universe right out of The Twilight Zone, with 1 Malay Malaysia occupying the same plane but in a different dimension from the 1 Chinese Malaysia and 1 Indian Malaysia realities?

Why so susah one?

Well, PM Najib did say that he will leave it to the Rakyat. What does it mean, people? "Leave it to the Rakyat" to decide how? In pitched battles accross the land? Let the court jesters, clowns and village simpletons in Parliament debate it out with their wrong facts and incoherent expectations?

The "Rakyat decides" based on what basis?

Majority rules?

Consensus?

Can any society reach consensus on anything? Can we reach consensus in our neighbourhoods, our streets? Heck, what about in our immediate families where even the weekend outing can be subject to tempestuous debate among siblings and parents? Yeah, where can find consensus in life? Some souls out there cannot even find consensus within themselves!

Isn’t this where Leadership comes in? To forge a united stand towards a common goal? To seek the best solution prescription? Couldn't this be PM Najib's finest hour? His long-lasting legacy? At last reining in the ethnocentric excesses of the past half century starting with his push for a single school under one roof for young Malaysians?

Or are we still captive of the easy-way-out Melayu mentality? The way the Tunku dealt with Singapore's PAP politicians? Or a grotesque manifestation of the obscene Kaw Tim culture?

Why so susah one?

Remember my call for a Referendum? Is there a better way, short of forcing people at gunpoint or via the painful end of the bamboo stick the Field Marshal Phibun Songkhram way?

No. There is no way around this except via a Referendum of the Rakyat. One Rakyat One Vote, fair and square, adil dan saksama, tunggak kesamarataan demanded by these SJKC products all these years. Lets now practise this kesamarataan with a Referendum.

Apa? Tak mau? Tak boleh? Apasal?

So now Referendum also cannot ah?

Why so susah one?

So you demand democracy and equal rights BUT reject and condemn the very embodiment of these principles when you sense potential "loss" of your interests? Haiya, you treat democracy the way you conduct your business ka, where you deal only when you have overwhelming odds of obscene gains enabled by various shades of legality?

How now people?

Can a selfish segregationist minority hold the rest of us captive? To our national detriment? Until when? Until the majority conducts its own "referendum" on the streets?

Actually, it is not the government’s business to seek consensus on matters of strategic national interest. You don’t seek consensus at times of national emergencies, at times of social conflict, at times of war. And yes, we are at war. At war with ourselves. A war of attrition between forces of unity and a resistant group whose mindset is clouded by a different narrative of the very essence of this nation.

It seems the ever benevolent Malays are eager for unity. The others are adverse to it and are hell bent on segregating their social universe from the mainstream even as they loudly advocate kesamarataan and keadilan when it exclusively suits them.

Listen people. Humans migrate from one end of the earth to another BUT a feature inherent in the act of migrating and resettlement in another land is the immersion of the newcomers into the lingua-cultural essence of the host land. Malaysia should be no different. Unless of course these re-alienised descendants of migrants intend to preempt and usurp the status quo and plant their own linguistic-cultural markers on this land.

That I don't like.

As for vernacular schools, these incubators of re-alienisation -- no matter how they cut it -- will not and cannot last in this country for the simple reason that the fabric of Malaysian society itself could not cater to this alienising medium much longer. It's no more a matter of what Dong Zong or Chinese Segregationists want; it's a matter of what Malaysia will accept.

Robin Returns ... More Conversation with an Alienised Malaysian

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 07:10:00 +0000

I met my friend Robin in PJ recently while on a stopover from somewhere far to Kota Bharu.

Robin seemed more animated this time, more agitated by events unfolding before his bespectacled gaze. He’s more edgy, more amenable to contentious debate, and seemed to have a loadful of grievances in his mind. He mumbled about the one-year anniversary of the “Anwar 916 Scam” -- the stillborn political revolution that was supposed to sweep the non-Bahasa Malaysia literate self-proclaimed Anak Bangsa Malaysia crowd to the corridors of power in Putrajaya. Then he bitched about the Perak political imbroglio, including the state assembly mayhem, blaming everything under the sun on UMNO/BN while oblivious to the root cause and sequence of events that led to the comical scenes, topped by the unforgettable spectacle of A. Sivakumar being dragged kicking and screaming from the Speaker’s chair. He next turned into a pseudo-CSI expert by blaming MACC officers for Teoh Beng Hock’s death, seemingly in denial of the slimy web of deceit and treachery permeating the incestuous relationship between elements of the Selangor Pakatan government and their organized crime siblings. The series of by-election victories for Pakatan didn’t seem to uplift Robin’s spirit. In fact, they just whet Robin’s appetite for more of everything. More power, more rights, more privileges, more concessions, more of everything.

I had three hours to burn at the PJ kopitiam, so I bought him a cuppa thick black local coffee, some kaya-spattered roti bakar and a couple of soft boiled eggs. I had the same thick black coffee and some subpar undercooked Nasi Lemak garnished with oily sambal, limp timun and burnt ikan bilis.

But fine cuisine was not on our minds.

Go here for the rest of the conversation.

Robin Returns ... More Conversation with an Alienised Malaysian

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 02:16:00 +0000

I met my friend Robin in PJ recently while on a stopover from somewhere far to Kota Bharu.

Robin seemed more animated this time, more agitated by events unfolding before his bespectacled gaze. He’s more edgy, more amenable to contentious debate, and seemed to have a loadful of grievances in his mind. He mumbled about the one-year anniversary of the “Anwar 916 Scam” -- the stillborn political revolution that was supposed to sweep the self-proclaimed non-Bahasa Malaysia literate Anak Bangsa Malaysia crowd to the corridors of power in Putrajaya. Then he bitched about the Perak political imbroglio, including the state assembly mayhem, blaming everything under the sun on UMNO/BN while oblivious to the root cause and sequence of events that led to the comical scenes, topped by the unforgettable spectacle of A. Sivakumar being dragged kicking and screaming from the Speaker’s chair. He next turned into a pseudo-CSI expert by blaming MACC officers for Teoh Beng Hock’s death, seemingly in denial of the slimy web of deceit and treachery permeating the incestuous relationship between elements of the Selangor Pakatan government and their organized crime siblings. The series of by-election victories for Pakatan didn’t seem to uplift Robin’s spirit. In fact, they just whet Robin’s appetite for more of everything. More power, more rights, more privileges, more concessions, more of everything.

But fine cuisine was not on our minds.

Between voracious mouthfuls of roti bakar with kaya drooling on his thin office worker fingers concurrent with loud slurps of kicap-soaked soft boiled eggs, Robin mumbled a series of grievances befuddling his social universe. Perhaps he longed for my retort, a sort of self-inflicted spiritual masochism to exorcist the ghost of failed expectations haunting his inner being.

I was intently inspecting the Kopitiam’s grotesque rendition of the Nasi Lemak, a Riau Malay staple, when Robin abruptly blurted the first of his gripes. He protested, “You think it’s easy to speak Malay as a non-native speaker?” I took Robin’s outburst almost as a reprieve, an excuse to at least delay the partaking of the Nasi Lemak. Half distracted and switching focus from food to friend, I asked, “What do you mean?” Robin clarified, “You see, the Chinese here spent their childhoods immersed in their ancestral dialects and, in many families, English as well. Then they go into the Mandarin-centric world of the vernacular schools.” He added, “The rich kids proceed to private schools and an overseas education, bypassing the Malaysian educational system altogether. As for the rest of us …” I interrupted, “Yeah my friend, what happened to these people?” Robin incredulously said, “Haiya, they all must go to government schools lah. They must cakap, tulis, kira and baca in Melayu maah!” I said, “Yeah, so? What seem to be the problem for these fellow Rakyat and Warganegara Malaysia?” A flustered Robin interjected, “You think these poor kids can easily adjust their mind to think and learn and converse in Malay after a Mandarin and English-centric existence all their young lives?”

Before I could reply, Robin unleashed another burst, “What kind of country is this? You repress us from all angles; even our kids’ education you purposely impose learning impairments via language to ensure they are only as smart as the dumb kampung …...” I assertively stopped him in mid-tirade and said, “Robin, why don’t we both shut-up and eat first. Then we’ll talk. I’m hungry, this Nasi Lemak is a disaster and I better order something else before my hunger-induced urge to hunt for edible wildlife gets the better of me right here in PJ.” Robin ignored my pleadings and repeated his point. My primal instinct was to grab his scrawny neck and let go an uppercut to solve his problem, and then hunt for edible wildlife while I’m at it. But he’s a dear friend, albeit woefully damaged by four decades of societal conditioning. Hence, I will bear with him and collectively unravel the issues contributing to his inner grief.

I pushed his hand aside, quickly grabbed and made short work of the last piece of his roti bakar, gulped down a glassful of air suam and looked at him straight in the eye. I said, “Robin, why are you crying to me and blaming the government about the fallout of your own community’s stupidity?” His attempt to rebut was met with an even more forceful brush-off from a jet-lagged, hungry KijangMas and he wisely stuffed it and quiveringly slurped his kopi-o while half-staring at the inquisitive gaze of some noisy Hokkien cussword-obsessed dyed-haired Leng Chais at the adjacent table.

I asked Robin wasn’t it the decision of the ethnic-Chinese in Malaysia to insist on a separate education stream based on Mandarin, the national language of the People’s Republic of China? Why complain when many of these shortchanged Chinese kids later couldn’t adapt to the mainstream Sekolah Kebangsaan? Didn’t the government since the era of TDM attempted to gradually integrate these SJKC and SJKT kids with their Sekolah Kebangsaan counterparts, with the first step being the Sekolah Wawasan concept of shared canteen and recreational facilities? I said, “So Robin, who resisted this measure and rendered it an utter failure?” See, you people not only demand a separate educational silo, you also fight to maintain complete social segregation from the rest of Malaysian society at the crucial formative years of your young people. Of course, by the time these kids become adolescent First Formers at the integrated Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan, its already too late. They would find it hard to adapt with the mainstream, where every facet of life – language, culture, identity and self-image – seemed so different, so alien.

Robin seemed stumped at the very obvious answer, perhaps reflective of his social group's abject irrationality on matters of education and social integration, where even the simplest, obvious answers are smothered by their collective prejudices and eluded their consciousness. With Robin in a state of logical incoherence, I inquired why it is o.k. for his two nephews in Perth to go to the Aussie equivalent of our Sekolah Kebangsaan and his wife’s kid brother likewise in Vancouver? Why no insistence on SJKCs in Western Australia or British Columbia? Forget these faraway places, what about Johor’s old Pulau Singapura? Any more “Chinese School” in Kiasu Country? Nope. No "Chinese School" in Singapore. Sure, they have Mandarin "Mother Tongue" classes, but that's it.

I asked, “Hey, I heard some bloggers initiated a campaign for unified schools …” Robin interjected, “Haiya Bosz, this was started by that baby rusa with RPG maah, rusa mas or Bambi Rambo or something.” I said, “You mean Bambo?” Robin said, “Yeah. He should show his face lah.” I added, “Well, maybe that’s how he actually looked like?” Robin replied, “Could be la Bosz, and we won’t laugh if he’s ugly maah. Bloggers are all fat or ugly one what, true or not ah Bosz?” I said, “Ya kah? And some are probably maladjusted psychos too.” Robin nodded and made a quite convincing impression of a “cyber-psycho” while loudly slurping his soft-boiled eggs. He mumbled, “I heard this rusa mas used to serve with Baby Doc Duvalier’s Tonton Macoutes in old Haiti.” I said, “No lah, where got? I read in a subversive blog that he was sifu for the 12-year old twins that led the whacky, now disbanded “God’s Army” in eastern Myanmar? And then his ragtag guerillas launched an insurrection somewhere in Thailand.” Robin queried, “Waulau Bosz, you know a lot about this baby rusa; you know him ahh?” I ignored Robin’s inquiry and continued to probe his mindset, asking why he seemed to resist Satu Sekolah. Robin then went on and on about cultural preservation, ancestral relics and heritage pride and the importance of maintaining the roots and origins and vestiges of some glorious past.

I asked Robin, “Waah, if your peoples’ past in your medieval ancestral domain was so great and worthy of worshipping and emulation to the traumatic extreme by fifth generation Malaysians, why did your ancestors jettisoned themselves from this glorious land of culture and heritage and underwent unimaginable risks and hardships to start a new life with nothing more than a cangkul in a hot tropical neverland claimed as their own by "racist Malays”? Robin protested, “Haiyah, I don't know what happened in the past, but now that we are here, we must defend our language and culture and identity maah!” I asked how come only descendants of immigrants in Malaysia worry soooo very much about “Cultural Preservation”? In California, the first thing foreign students and economic migrants from China, Taiwan, Hong Kong and the Indian subcontinent would do is to throw away their Cultural Baggage (clothing, mannerism and language) and metamorphose into a California Beach Bum celup faster than I can say Gong Xi Fa Cai! And these people crave acceptance even as they are ridiculed on American national television.

Yeah, just last week I met and barely recognized “Bruce Liow,” a 20-something Perakian who is making a small Ringgit fortune as an illegal kitchen hand at Benihana in nearby Torrance using his cousin’s Green Card and Social Security number. Well, the old kuaci-junkie Liow Siew Meng is gone just six weeks after he absconded from his Tour Group at Disneyland. I’m sure even old madam Liow in Bidor wouldn’t recognize her son, with his dark glasses, baggy bermudas, oversized sweatshirt, hush puppies, chewing gum and all. I don’t see a dire need to maintain any Chinese cultural roots and ethnic identity and linguistic heritage in this Bruce Liow @ Liow Siew Meng. Why only in Malaysia? Why is this “need” to uphold some obscure Kwangtung heritage and Fukien pride, this pathological need for ancestral language and identity prevalent only in Malaysia, but not in America, Britain, Europe, Australia, Thailand, Indonesia and elsewhere? I don’t see cries for cultural preservation and vernacular schools in these places? Why?

I told Robin, “Come on buddy, just look at Kylie Kwong. She talks and acts more Australian than the typical Aussie from the outback!” I added, “And you yourself adapted well to your old Australian college and job and lifestyle, with no demands for Chinese anything? Then how come you morphed into a grotesque ethnocentric monster when you returned to Malaysia, demanding Chinese rights over everything? Is it because the Malaysian government is a pushover, soft and clueless and blinded by a misguided adherence to some twisted socio-diversity fairytale parroted by anti-unity racists out there, exacerbated by abject ignorance of the history of nationbuilding in the world through the ages?" Robin kept quiet as he digested my inquisition. Really, out of the 200 plus nations on the face of this Bumi, how come this “must have Chinese school or else” compulsive obsessive disorder afflicts only Persekutuan Malaysia? Yeah, nowhere else on earth. So Malaysia proudly joins China and Taiwan to form an exclusive Mandarin-centric SinoSuperSpecial Educational League. Now you tell me how can this make sense?

I said “Malaysia Boleh!” Robin said, “please lah Bosz, I hate that phrase.” Huh? Now you add another item in your ever growing bucket of Malaysian symbolisms and instruments of nationhood that you took it upon yourselves to become allergic to? I told Robin half-jokingly, “I have a cure for your PatrioPhobia affliction; I’m gonna make you put on a Songkok and hold a Keris up in the air and shout ‘Malaysia Boleh!’ on the chair of this kopitiam. Then you sing Negaraku out loud with tears of patriotic joy streaming down your cheeks.” Robin smirked and let out a pained laugh and said, “Haiya, Negara Lu lah Bosz, not Negara Ku. Bukan aku punya.” Before I could digest this profound statement, Robin sprang to life and blurted, “You know what, even our 31st August Merdeka Day is not for all, non inclusive, and meaningless to the Sabah and Sarawak people.” I’ve heard this subversive spin before but feign ignorance to further harvest the contorted nuggets from the dark recesses of this Alienised Malaysian’s psyche. I asked: “Huh, where did you get this anomalous logic, the Pakatan gang?” Robin affirmed it energetically, and with new found vigour and conviction said that his DAP and PKR friends are now unraveling the many fallacies created by UMNO over the past half-century. With pride and fervour, Robin proclaimed: “I will never accept 31st August 1957 as Malaysia’s National Day” and gurgled and gulped down the last of his kopi-o with gusto.

My amazement at Robin’s near malignant political impairment was smothered by hunger pangs exacerbated by my refusal to consume the Nasi Lemak. Upon my repeated hyper-gesticulation – with deft use of the global sign language to depict “mana gua punya order?” and “lu mau kena hantam ka?” – the sour-faced overworked Rohingya illegal worker let go of his filthy mop and brought much needed sustenance, this time Teh Tarik Kurang Manis, and he made sure his filthy paw got imprinted on the spilled condensed milk near the rim of the glass, yup, the spot meant for your lips. Likewise for our Roti Canai Banjir where his thumb was half-immersed in the parapu. I gesticulated my disgust at his unhygienic ways and this pendatang (who would probably carry a Sabah-issued MyCard by next year) hurriedly disappeared into the crowd and came back with two small bowls of soft-boiled eggs and a tall glass of Iced Coffee which we did not order. Visibly irritated by this distraction, Robin said at least the Iced Coffee came with a straw and he didn’t see any thumb sticking into the soft-boiled eggs when it was dumped on our table. I agreed. So its soft-boiled eggs as the main course for me then, washed down by the Iced Coffee.

Energised by the dose of protein (… and cholesterol), I asked Robin if he’s a regular at this joint? He said, “Of course; good food maa. Cheap somemore. And can feast the eyes for free at the clubbing Ah Mois, sniggering with a typical HamSapLo twinkle in his eyes.” I wondered where are these Ah Mois? All I saw that evening were pathetic, lonely Ah Sohs lamenting the loss of their Ah Peks to the leggy China Mali wallet busting "tourists." And I began to sense a correlation between Robin’s degenerative political logic with the frequency of his consumption of detergent-, dirt- and bleach-laced food and drinks at that busy kopitiam. So I told a bemused Robin, “Hey you can be a good subject for a simple linear regression model here, where I can correlate the frequency of your visit to this kopitiam to the deterioration of your political mindset.” My attempt to inscribe the elegant equation of the Robin-Kopitiam PoliRetard Coefficient on the serviette was interrupted by our Rohingya floor cleaner cum dirty-hands food preparer who dumped another two plates of the infamous Nasi Lemak on our messy table. I asked this shifty-eyed PATI, which I Christened “Tyrone,” who the heck ordered two more plates of this insult to my culinary senses? Tyrone’s hand gestures and garbled talk implicated a surprised Robin. I asked Robin to start gesticulating wildly that he did not order the food, and sniggered in schadenfreude anticipation of Robin’s impending communication calamity in sorting out this mess. Well, Robin nonchalantly uttered to Tyrone in Hokkien – you know the Boh Liao stuff – and this filthy-pawed brute kinda curtseyed and merrily hop scotched and skipped away to deliver the two plates to a couple of busily gossiping Ah Sohs! Well, I’ll be darned. I asked: “Hoi Robin, these new pendatangs also go to the SJKC kah?” Robin replied, “No lah Bosz, it's straight from rickety tongkang to kopitiam two months ago for this guy” in a rare show of wit and humour that got me laughing.

The sideshow now behind us, Robin spiritedly repeated the glorious platinum-class DAP-concocted rallying point that 31st August is not the National Day for all Malaysians, this time convinced that I would not be able to rebut him. While gazing at the sight of his lips touching Tyrone’s sticky pawprint on the slimy Teh Tarik glass (further reaffirming the empirical evidence of the stillborn Robin-Kopitiam PoliRetard Coefficient), I asked: “O.k., based on your logic, 37 American states should not accept July 4, 1776 as their independence day then.” As Robin continued slurping the bleached-enhanced Teh Tarik, I told him that since only Connecticut, Delaware, Georgia, Maryland, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, North Carolina, South Carolina, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island and Virginia signed the declaration of independence, the Americans would need to celebrate the 4th of July PLUS 37 other dates for the other states of the union. Does this make sense? The 49th state Alaska joined the American union only on January 3, 1959 and 50th state Hawaii joined as recently as August 21, 1959, almost two centuries after American independence. I asked Robin whether Alaskans and Hawaiians celebrate these dates? Before Robin could muster a spin to his answer, I told him, “Heck, they don't even know about these dates.” So I asked whether these late entries make them less American than a jock from Connecticut? Obviously not. Then why the opportunists of the Pakatan gang want to poison the minds of our Borneo brothers by creating an issue out of nothing, by isolating 31st August as if it symbolised some Tuhan-forsaken UMNO-designed non-event, and not a symbolic beginning date for the emancipation of the various Kesultanan Melayus and Negeri-Negeri Selat and later the Wilayah-Wilayah Borneo that coalesce to ultimately form the Federation of Malaysia? My point suddenly snapped Robin from his mental block induced by the political subversives infesting his ethno-cultural community. I cynically asked Robin perhaps the American’s singular Fourth of July date was the work of the UMNO people as well? I said: “Hey buddy, you better open DAP cawangans in the 37 other states and instigate their populace against this “unfair” date. Who knows, maybe UMNO had a hand in the selection of the Fourth of July date over 230 years ago?”

Our animated exchange was suddenly interrupted by the deafening sound of broken pottery, overturned chairs and tables, and a dull thud akin to a fallen sack of potatoes. Wau-lau-eh, Tyrone had slipped on the slimy floor and laid waste to three fresh, piping-hot bowls of Curry Mee he was ferrying to a bunch of rowdy men with walkie-talkies, probably car repossessors ubiquitous in the current economic malaise. The Leng Chais on the next table burst out laughing as a dazed, blushing Tyrone rearranged his splayed butt and picked up pieces of crockery amidst the splattered noodles, kerang, tauhu goreng, fishballs and taugeh oozing in the pool of curried slime. I couldn’t help sniggering myself at the ridiculousness of the scene, and commented to Robin on the subpar quality of recent pendatangs. Robin surprisingly roared back amidst the din, “Come on lah Bosz, you Melayus are also pendatangs what?” He added, “I read somewhere that you come from Sumatra and Java and all those little pulaus and curi this land from the Orang Aslis.”

Apa?

This guy has some kind of a deathwish or what? I’m still hungry, may miss my flight, and this old friend has just opened a Tong of Ulats that may trigger quite a few more broken bowls of Curry Mee plus tables, chairs and some faces.

But my anger turned to pity as I stare into Robin’s glazed eyes, and contemplated how far my old friend has been manipulated by the relentless DAP and PKR propagandists.

Time for more food.

I summoned a limping Tyrone and ordered additional refreshments. Bolstered by a fresh bowl of Curry Mee to complement Robin’s Char Kuay Tiau, I throttled a series of what I call logic modules into Robin’s mangled mind. I asked Robin, “If you perceive the Malays as fellow pendatangs, then why demand rights and concessions and giveaways from a group who are in the same 'boat' as you? Why should a fellow, albeit senior, 'pendatang' – who had fought hard to stake his claim on this land amidst a millenium of competing claims by regional rivals and global colonisers, and administer it via age old customs, laws, and social norms – give you anything?" Yeah why? What do you as a junior pendatang give in return?

Faham ka?

Folks, understand this point clearly. Your act of demanding all kinds of goodies from the Malays shows that you implicitly recognise the Malays as the owners of this territorial domain, this Negara, and its corresponding laws, rights, privileges, land and resources.

Betul ka? You can only minta from a tuanpunya. So your act of demanding a whole bunch of stuff from the Malays (freehold land titles, cultural freedom, linguistic rights) demonstrated your recognition, pengiktirafan, of the Melayus as the owners, the Tuan, of this land. Hanya tuanpunya boleh memberi kepada si peminta. How can one give something that one doesn’t own?

I told Robin that he cannot have it BOTH ways. If he wants the Malays to agree they are pendatangs as well, than he has no right or reason to demand anything from a fellow pendatang. So every pendatang for himself and herself now in the land of the pendatangs. BUT if Robin wants the Malays to give him stuff, then by implication he ackowledges Malay OWNERSHIP of whatever he is demanding, be it land, scholarships, cultural freedom, language rights, and so on. Betul ka?

Robin nodded in apparent agreement and dejectedly stared at his half-eaten Kuay Tiau. See folks, the single biggest strategic blunder the non-Malays can commit in their overall quest for relevancy in this land is to convince the Malays that they are fellow pendatangs, on the same tongkang as the various Chinese suku kaums, Tamils, Keralans, Punjabis and Bengalis. You see, the minds of pendatangs anywhere on earth are calibrated differently, guided by strong survivalist imperatives spawned by the ancestral displacement that permeates their soul for many generations. Pendatangs grab and hoard and grab and hoard whatever opportunities they could find. Their lives revolve around the search for jalans and lubangs and short-cuts that they can kao tim their way into to get at the largesse at the other end of the “transaction.” They don’t share with other pendatangs, even with members of the same tribe. And this trait is readily demonstrated time and again by our fellow countrymen still trapped in this pendatang mindset. Often, the only thing they’ll share with their neighbours is the unsolicited 3am loud barkings of dogs guarding their hoard or the spillover chaos and mayhem caused by their quest to grab and hoard more than their fair share of the economic and now political pie.

Look at the Bukit Antarabangsa landslide tragedy of December 2008. I was there on many occasions to assist loved ones. And you know what? Practically all of the hundreds of volunteers were Malay Muslims – with heroic efforts by groups such as Jamaah Islah Malaysia. Yes, this is the same JIM vilified by the debilitatingly ignorant Ooi Chuan Aun @ “Jeff Ooi.” You see, the bigotry of this fledgling politician blinded his ability to differentiate between Jamaah Islah Malaysia (JIM) and Jemaah Islamiah (JI), the purported regional militant group. This is the problem with chauvinists like Jeff Ooi. While spewing empty rhetoric on cultural diversity in a multi-religious, multi-linguistic and multi-everything neverland in their sporadic delusions of self-grandiosity, they themselves show little tolerance for anything different from their pathetic China-centric little beings.

The impressive display of Malay Muslim volunteerism was matched by the thousands of policemen, bomba, SMART team, tentera, MPAJ personnel and JKR workers who were also almost all Melayus and Borneo Bumiputras. Yeah, I saw PKR, PAS and UMNO members near ground zero, with PAS cadres the hardest working of the lot, often digging and removing debris with their bare hands. Tapi mana DAP? Mana MCA, MIC, Gerakan, PPP, IPF? Mana itu candlelight vigil junkies? Too rough and messy for you people? You "fight" for freedom and democracy only in clean, tiled squares with cute water fountains and blinking neon lights and within walking distance of your favourite boutique café where you dump your obese torsos and pig-out and gossip for four hours after demo-ing for one hour? And what the heck is this all about? Hey, I thought I've warned you MT Junkies about the hazards of Dewa-nisation? Weird bunch lah, people. And mana itu Hindraf "underdogs" in their bright orange t-shirts? In fact, the very week of the tragedy, Makkal Sakthi-shouting whackos of the Jaringan Rakyat Tertindas or Jerit caused an untimely distraction when their bicycle riding stunt ran smack into the police near Rawang. Precious law enforcement resources, including the Selangor police chief, had to be redeployed north to handle these rabble rousers who were further instigated by the usual provocateurs of course. Why can’t these people use their excess energy to good use? Why cause pandemonium and anarchy on the streets to the great inconvenience of law-abiding citizens when they could be helping out the victims of the landslide tragedy and then promote their cause at the same time? Ayoyo aney, go fight for the rights of your “Rakyat Tertindas” at ground zero lah, where the rakyat were not only tertindas, yang tertimbus pun ada.

I asked Robin isn’t this stark contrast a surprise? He didn’t have to answer. Indeed, the pendatang mentality precludes such acts of altruism, of giving and not expecting something back. Anyway, I had the opportunity to observe the serving of free meals near the disaster zone by local hotels. An Ah Pek and his family there shoved their way to the front of the queue and to everyone’s amazement, the father reprimanded the tudung clad volunteer worker that the hotel food was “too pedas” for his 10 year old son. Wau-lau-eh, I couldn’t just let this outrage of über arrogance and ungratefulness pass by and actually confronted this chap and told him that first of all he should be thankful that Malay Muslim complete strangers were prepared to risk their lives and leave their loved ones and their businesses and studies to serve him for free, and secondly if he or his spoiled brat of a son cannot “tahan pedas,” than he should take a hike and drive off in his tax-evasion underwritten, Ah Beng-pimped BMW E60 to the McD downhill and buy his own food. But no. After sniggering at KijangMas with a “solli ahh, gua tadak paham apa lu cakap” look, he turned around and threw choice Cantonese expletives into the air and proceeded to tapau eight bungkus of the hotel Nasi Goreng Ayam and as much mineral water bottles as his small troupe could angkot in their garbage bags! Remember the pendatang mindset I mentioned earlier? Yup, this is a full-fledged demonstration of that affliction. You know why the Melayus took the trouble to beri pertolongan to mangsas like you? Beyond their inherent cultural rasa belas kasihan and the kerja amal stressed by their Islamic faith? Yeah, because they are the Tuan Tanahs, the pribumis, the hospitable hosts bestowing kindness to the guests, the pendatangs.

Now, imagine if the Malays now believed they are pendatangs just like you, which typically comes with the package of greed, avarice and an inconsiderate disposition as manifested by the food-grabbing troupe above. Would the Malays be as charitable to you in such circumstances? Nope. It will be a case of every pendatang on his own. What do you think? You want that? You like that? Can or not?

Yes, once the Malays assumed the same pendatang (winner takes all, I won’t share, I don’t care about my neighbour) mentality, this country would be in ruins. Yup, the Malays and other Bumiputras would not only NOT give and share what’s already theirs (which is still a whole lot of rights and privileges and laws in this country), they would (like a typical pendatang) want what is NOT theirs as well, guided by the philosophy “May the Best Pendatang Win.” Imagine 68% of the Malaysian populace suddenly morphing into selfish resource-grabbers. I asked Robin, “Lu mau ini macam kah? Lu mau gua punya otak jadi macam lu kah? Tamak, angkuh dan tidak prihatin macam lu? Mau kah?” An undersiege Robin pleaded, “Haiya Bosz, I was only asking maaah. I was repeating what I heard in the Pakatan ceramahs, that’s all” And I replied, “Yeah, and I was only telling you. So you ask and I tell. We are even now.” Robin interjected, “So it’s a Win-Win lah friend?” to which I clarified, “Yes, I win and I win …” Not quite of supple mind to catch the oxymoronic teaser, Robin politely asked, “But Bosz, what about these Orang Asal? What are they? Where do they belong?”

O.k. folks, for the sake of argument, let’s assume we are ALL pendatangs, with the Orang Asli being the only pribumis on this land. Well, apparently the Malay pendatangs of the … well … “Malay Peninsular” (yeah, go concoct another Conspiracy Theory behind this ageless name) must have been eminently more successful than the other pendatangs, having tamed the wild equatorial forests and established major polities beginning from the early centuries AD, including Langkasuka (200-1400, centered in today’s captive Malay state of Patani and extending from the Kra Isthmus to Kedah and Kelantan); Ch’iht’u, sited in the upper Kelantan river basin in the 5th-8th centuries; Tambralinga (Nagara Sri Dharmaraja) of the 8th-13th centuries; Satingpra, the 6th-13th century precursor of the ancient Malay kingdom of Singgora (now corrupted as Songkhla under Thai misrule); not to mention the myriads of Malay civilisations of the lower peninsula, culminating in the Malacca Empire of the 15th and 16th centuries and ultimately the Malay Sultanates of modern Malaysia.

Yup, these Malay pendatangs went on to built ancient empires and forged regional alliances and spawned what became today’s Sultanates dotting the Nusantara that signed agreements in their capacity as undisputed owners of the lands with European Superpowers and regional empires for hundreds of years and engaged in regional military alliances and military campaigns throughout the vast domain, from Aceh to Ligor to Champa to Makasar to Maluku. Yup, these Malay pendatangs were so dominant that even the British colonisers were compelled to recognise them as the “natives,” the sons-of-the-soil, as the original inhabitants of this “Malay Peninsular,” as the Bumiputras.

You see, the very rational Malay pendatangs (although I chuckle at the thought of my Kelantanese-Patani countrymen with a 1,500-year history of documented nationhood on this tanah reduced to tongkang arrivals from Java or Madura or Lombok) have no reason, being the victorious “owners” of the land to go work as labourers for another band of pendatangs, the British.

As eloquently expounded by William A. Graham, the Thai-appointed Adviser to the Sultan of Kelantan in his seminal 1907 book, “Kelantan: A State of the Malay Peninsula”:-

True, the Malay will often decline to work in the particular manner in which the European desires him to do so, that is as a mining cooly or plantation hand in the service of the said European, but the Malay is by no means an idle person. In Kelantan he grows the seventy thousand odd tons of rice which feed the population, he catches and dries fish enough for home consumption and for considerable export, he makes some forty thousand pikuls of kopra every year, he works boats on the river, and, in fact, he makes a very comfortable living, supplies all his wants, and is contented. It is not probable that any European who condemns him would himself continue to work at a tin mine or rubber estate after he had made enough to satisfy all his wants and to be able to realise all his ideals in order merely to satisfy the demand of some stranger for labour.

A British naval officer, Sherard Osborn, compared the dignity of the Malays to the people of another British-conquered land in his 1857 book, “The Blockade of Kedah in 1838: A Midshipman's Exploits in Malayan Waters,” :-

Like spaniels, the natives of the whole sea-board of the Indian [subcontinent] lick the hand that chastises them; not so the Orang Melayu, and we Englishmen should be the first to honour a race who will not basely submit to abuse or tyranny.

See people, Tuan Tanahs are naturally not amenable to become submissive labourers, the coolies, for some strange peachfuzz-faced pendatang bent on pillaging his Tanah Tumpah Darah. Tuan Tanahs just don’t do that. Yes, the British couldn’t get the “cooperation” (or shall we say, couldn’t enslave) the Orang Melayu. Hence, they had to import more malleable groups to do the grunt work of their wholesale looting of Tanah Melayu, yes the very ancestors of the Zuriat Pendatang politicians today who shout that the Malays are as much a pendatang as them.

Thus arrived the Pendatang Mark II, new and improved, hungrier, more rugged, versatile, compliant and amenable to abuse and oppression of the White Capitalist. For the ethnic-Chinese pendatangs, they escaped from the centuries of ruthless oppression by a foreign coloniser, the Manchus. By the end of the 19th century, the immigration door was rapidly closing worldwide for these impoverished Sin Khehs, including the U.S. with its draconian Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882 which imposed a blanket ban on Chinese immigration and made life difficult for ethnic-Chinese already in that country; Canada, with the Chinese Immigration Acts of 1885 and 1923, which banned Chinese immigration entirely; and Australia's Immigration Restriction Act of 1901, which formed the basis of the White Australia Policy that ended only in 1973. Of course, old Siam and the Dutch East Indies were not much better as the fierce pribumi mobs in those lands devoured, repressed and assimilate the incoming immigrants almost with impunity. Hence, Malaya, the land of the hospitable Malay Tuan Tanahs (except the gedébé parang wielding Oghé Kelaté, of course) became a safe haven, a veritable last chance sanctuary for these wretched masses, the grand depository for all the wandering returned-to-sender coolie-laden tongkangs out of Kwangtung and Fukien. The same story for the Tamils and Keralans. They were nothing more than economic migrants squeezed out of their homeland by abject poverty and crippling caste-based prejudices who found a niche in Malaya's labour-hungry plantations.

I told Robin that we should not be misled by manmade political boundaries and obsessed with coloured maps in schoolbooks. The Malay Stock, in their various ethnic-groups and suku kaums, have been traversing all points of the Malay Archipelago since the beginning of recorded history and are a fungible populace seamlessly linked by shared histories, cultural essence and a common, pervasive lingua franca, Bahasa Melayu. A Patani Malay and a Bugis from Makassar and an Acehnese as well as a Sulu native would have little trouble conversing and sharing complex ideas in their common Malay lingua franca. I told Robin that in the holistic context, the natives of the Nusantara nations are pribumis throughout the archipelago, in their own nation as well as in the adjacent polities, where present-day political boundaries are nothing more than the invention of European colonisers. Hence, to dismiss a son of Javanese settlers such as Khir Toyo as just another pendatang is to show an abject ignorance of Nusantaran socio-cultural history, where the pribumis of these lands have moved back and forth in this vast seamless common domain in concert with the rise and ebb of dynamic political and economic tides since time immemorial. Indeed, a variant of this phenomenon can be seen in contemporary Germany. Under the German Right of Return law as codified in Article 116 of German Basic Law, ethnic-Germans living in Eastern Europe (the so-called Aussiedler) can move to Germany and acquire German citizenship even if their families have not been in any German historical territory for generations. They are perceived as rightfully belonging to the German nation even as third-generation German born and bred “pendatang” Turks and transient gypsies and other non-Germanic peoples struggle for acceptance by the German populace. Same with the Jews and their Western-concocted "homeland." Under Article 1 of the Israeli Law of Return, every Jew on earth has the right to go to that country as an “oleh” or Jewish Immigrant and automatically be given Israeli citizenship. Of course, I'm not proposing automatic citizenship to every Buluh Runcing-carrying Indonesian pribumi who set foot on this land but the Malay-hating politicians in our midst must appreciate the region's socio-cultural history before making fools of themselves on the pulpit.

I told Robin that the Japanese are pendatangs from the Asian mainland and crowded out the indigenous Ainu. The Han Chinese themselves are pendatangs in much of China, having terrorised and supplanted the hundreds of indigenous groups beyond their ancestral Yellow River basin, including the Miao, Bai, Dai, Dong, Uygur, Kazkh, Kirghiz, Lahu, Lisu, Naxi and Zhuang. The persistent violent social upheavals in Tibet and East Turkestan (Xinjiang) are livid examples of this pendatang-isation process, where the Han Chinese pendatangs methodically usurped the power and influence and socio-cultural and demographic essence of these vast once proud conquered nations. Even today, the Han Chinese predominate in hardly half of China's land area, although they make up 92% of China's population. Of course, in Taiwan, these Han Chinese pendatangs decimated the indigenous Formosan people, the progenitors of the Austronesian language group, of which Malay is but one of hundreds of related tongues from Madagascar to Rapa Nui (Easter Island), spanning 60% of the earth’s circumference. And the Tamils and other Dravidians were pendatangs to Southern India, having swarmed the aboriginal Veddoid peoples there.

And don’t let me get started with the English.

I asked a pronouncedly blurred Robin, “You think Eng-Land was the land of the English since time immemorial? And who were there first, the English in England or the Malays in Tanah Melayu?”

You see, the present day “British” Isles was populated by Celts (forefathers of today’s British equivalent of the Orang Asli – the Welsh, Gaelic Scots and Irish) a thousand years before the Roman invasion and the much later appearance of the Norsemen, Anglo-Saxons and Normans who arrived on British shores via their glorified tongkangs at a time when the Malay polities of the upper peninsula – Langkasuka, Satingphra, Tambralinga and Raktamrttika/Ch'ih-t'u (present-day Greater Patani, Singgora, Ligor and Kelantan respectively) – were already at their zenith. These newcomers commingled their genes, culture and, of course, languages to concoct a hybridized people known today as the “English.” Robin couldn’t help but gawk at this revelation and blurted out, “Haiya Bosz, those English yobs who gave me a hard time at Heathrow’s immigration counter are also pendatangs ka?” I said, “Yeah buddy, next time tell these fellow pendatangs to let you into London with ease to join them in crowding out the poor Celts from the last vestiges of their homeland. And I want to hear some noise from recent pendatangs there that the English are pendatangs as well in England like what your brethrens are doing to the Melayus in Tanah Melayu.” I don’t think the Englishmen’s reaction would be as restrained as the budibahasa-overloaded and tatatertib-crippled Melayus.

Of course, if we go back far enough in human anthropology, we are ALL pendatangs one way or another in most places of this earth. The Orang Asli themselves were the residual biological vestige of successive migratory peoples – the many waves of pendatangs – who journeyed from Eastern Africa to Southern India on their way to populate Papua and Australia and adjacent islands beginning 70,000 years ago. The Amerindians and other “natives” of the Americas did likewise via the exposed Bering Land Bridge towards the end of the last Ice Age, and there exist the possibility that Polynesians and other Orang Lauts of the eastern extreme of the Nusantara may have landed in the Pacific Coast of South America via Rapa Nui (already 90% of the journey), just as they had landed and formed civilisations in Madagascar off Eastern Africa almost two millenia ago, where till this day, the Malay Stock lighter-skinned Merina people form the ruling elite of Malagasy society, as exemplified by the competing presidential claimants.

Robin asked an excellent question, “Bosz, what’s the cut-off point? When does a pendatang become a pribumi?”

Yeah, when this metamorphosis take place?

Proof of length of residency, even if the tribe did nothing for 40,000 yrs? Proof of “civilisation”? Proof of “statehood”? Proof of socio-political organisation beyond concentric tree houses and tribal councils huddled around campfires?

“Yeah Bosz, what?” Robin asked as he slurped the last of his Kuay Tiau in typical … errr … mad-rush pendatang style.

Well, how about recognition by third parties? By other regional polities? By foreign powers?

I asked Robin if he had seen any record of an Orang Asli delegation to the Ming Dynasty court in the 15th century? Perhaps the anti-Malay historio-revisionists should start work on that project. And to find evidence of a Senoi-China trade pact or a Semang Tok Batin letter of friendship with Alfonso d'Albuquerque. Or perhaps this time to re-spin Hang Tuah as a Negrito and Jebat a Jakun? Couldn’t be that hard, certainly more plausible than the Chinese Hang Tuah fairytale. Yeah, any Orang Asli polity that was part of the Srivijayan thalassocracy? Or “claimed” by either Langkasuka or Sukhothai? By Majapahit or Ayutthaya? Any political, military or economic treaties between the Portuguese, Dutch, Spanish, French or British with an Orang Asli nation on the peninsula or anywhere in the Nusantara? To anti-Malay opportunists out there, want to spin some more?

Robin asked, “O.k., how then do you define a pribumi, a native, if you’re neither an “Orang Asal” nor a pendatang just off the tongkang?”

I told Robin that my definition of a Bumiputra is the group that first set up a recognisable polity on the land and historically ruled other peoples of that land, including the aboriginals, the Orang Asli. Since the dawn of Malay history, the Aslian groups are an integral subset, the ruled, under the Malay ruling class. Hence, the KEY determinant of ownership is not so much who arrived first, but who did what first, i.e., who formed the embryonic entities that were recognised by regional historiographies of that era. Same logic applies between the Japanese "Bumiputras" and their Ainu Orang Aslis. In their universe, ethnic-Korean immigrants are the pendatangs, and aren't fully embraced by the mainstream even after many generations of assimilation.

Based on this premise, to call the Orang Melayu a fellow pandatang on par with more recent tongkang arrivals from China and India is not only an indication of utter ignorance borne of a subpar education but is also a mischievious attempt to bring this country’s historical facts into disrepute.

Bludgeoned by my tutorial, Robin naughtily asked, “So Bosz, between myself and this Tyrone here, what’s the difference? When can we become you?”

I told Robin that he himself, and for that matter the likes of Tyrone as well, hold the key to the issue. And collectively his society will determine their ultimate place under the Malaysian sun. The key lies in their own self-image, what they ultimately want to be on this land. To steadfastly cling to and perpetuate their mimicry of the lingua-cultural essence of a distant, faraway ancestral land OR to play their role in the forging of a true, sustainable Anak Bangsa Malaysia as exhaustively expounded in my post here?

Don’t blame the Malays, the majority, the founder of the original polities dotting this land -- just as migrants to Japan, Germany, Britain or France do not blame the respective “Bumiputras” there -- if the Malays do not accept you as a fellow full-fledged citizen of this land called Malaysia UNTIL and UNLESS you assume certain fundamental affinities to the dominant group, namely language competency and awareness and respect of the prevailing Malay-Bumiputra socio-cultural norms beyond your little enclaves. You can be here for ten or more generations, but if you and your descendants insist on exhibiting foreign lingua-cultural traits on this land, you will still be deemed as an “Orang Asing” in perpetuity, and would probably be “overtaken” by Tyrone’s progenies in the Malaysian socio-constitutional pecking order by the next generation.

After much prompting, Tyrone got us the bill and handed it to ……. yup, Robin. I asked this neo-pendatang, “Apasal engkau kasi itu bil sama ini Ah Pek?” Tyrone gave the look that said: ”Isn’t that the way, you pompous ignoramous?” Now, that’s a snapshot of Malaysiana right there, courtesy of this unwashed pendatang. I told Robin, “See my friend, even Tyrone knows YOU are the bodek-ful seeking-something Pendatang, and I’m the can-give-something Tuan Tanah, where YOU must belanja me almost as a matter of social norm.” Robin let out a hearty laugh, agreeing to one of the peculiarities of Malaysian society: that the Ah Pek always gets the bill, be it in slimy kopitiams or the Mandarin Oriental, KLCC.

I grabbed the bill from a bemused Tyrone and gave him some crisp red First Agongs and didn’t bother to await the couple of ringgits in change, thinking Tyrone at least deserved a tip for his comedic presence that night. As we parted ways, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Robins of this world, the generation of Warganegara Malaysia that have become thoroughly alienised in their own land, a bitter social group that are unwitting impediments to true nation-building and the formation of a cohesive Bangsa Malaysia based on a proud common Bahasa Malaysia tongue underpinned by shared values driven by a predominantly Malay cultural essence and sense of shared destiny. As I board my late night “shut-eye” flight to KB, I told myself that at least I’m returning to a foretaste of that utopia in Kelantan, my own beloved ancestral domain of linguistic and cultural cohesion, deep-rooted pride of identity, excellent cuisine, rich history and, of course, the incomparable exquisite damsels.

You really a MALAYSIAN ka?

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 15:53:00 +0000

Drop whatever you're doing, stand up at attention, put your right hand on your heart, and sing OUT LOUD your Negara's national anthem.

Then pledge OUT LOUD the five tenets of your Negara's Rukunegara.

If you did both well, give yourself a good pat on the back. But if you could hardly sing along the Negaraku with neither the ability to pronounce the sacred lyrics nor actually comprehend their meaning or lost for words in your pathetic attempt to lafaz the Rukunegara, give yourself a good tight slap ..... on BOTH cheeks and stop pretending that you are a Malaysian ..... because in my book you are not.

For the rest of us Malaysians, go here and show your worthiness as a Rakyat Malaysia by giving your heartful support to One School for All .................... SATU SEKOLAH UNTUK SEMUA, the fundamental bedrock in the creation of a cohesive Anak Bangsa Malaysia.

Misfiring MU, Masalam Mystery and Manic Manek plus Malevolent Mullahs, Mesmerising Michael and Maltreated Maids

noreply@blogger.com (KijangMas) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 15:45:00 +0000

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