Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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

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? 


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?


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.   


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, cybercaf├ęs 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.   

Sunday, January 9, 2011

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

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?


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.


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.