So Whats Up Malaysia?

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.