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Selamat Pagi Malaysia.Let there be anger. Let there be rage!





Selamat Pagi Malaysia.

You can see what has been happening from the time that Din and his back door government took office in May 2008. Political horse-trading to benefit themselves politically and to make for themselves an insane amount of money! Cash under the table, Cash over the table. Cash from jobs for the boys.

Cash from various “sources” under different guises…overseas allowances, double, triple salaries from jobs that they get for doing nothing, income that is paid to them for holding public office that they are not qualified to do, politicians earnings hundreds of thousands of dollars for being politicians who are “loyal” to Din’s back door government.

Never ever have this wretched Nation of ours seen so many politicians with so little acumen, know-how, and grey matter on the gravy train of this back door government, going nowhere with no particular haste, all at the expense of the long-suffering Rakyat! Whatever you call what these political pariahs do, they are all in politics for themselves!

And what has become painfully obvious to all of us is simply this: all that is happening in politics today, without exception, are rogue politicians behaving badly because they can. No checks and balances.

The Executive, the Legislative, and the Judiciary are, by and large, in cahoots with one another and with these political pariahs who are their political masters, all together for their own vested interests. If Armageddon is not already upon us today, it will come soon….very soon, so help me God. 

Anger. Anger. Anger is my everyday emotion, ever-present, ever threatening to explode into physical acts that I know I will surely regret if I allow it to boil over.

Only common sense and the knowledge that for now, I must hold my peace until such time when that anger within me can be directed towards something constructive that can make a difference, however slight, to the wretched state of our nation today.

So for now I wait with fist clenched, my whole body and soul tensed and curled into a tight mass of tension and nerves, waiting, waiting, and waiting for that moment when we all, as one, will have to move together to take back our nation from these political pariahs who for now, albeit temporarily, have our nation, our people and our future at their mercy!

How long these political pariahs can hold us to ransom is moot. 

All these political pariahs care about is politics and money. With political power, so they think, come insane wealth. With political power, they think, come jobs as special envoys to the Middle East and other places with ministerial status.

With political power comes Chairmanships in Statutory bodies, government institutions, a ministerial appointment with fat pay packets, Mercedes, and all the perks of high public office. And the list goes on and on.

Ptui and a pox on Din and his political pariahs and any other political pariahs who think themselves above the rakyats who first elected them as our representatives. For now, all that we can do is to hold the anger at bay. Keep that stone that is still hidden in your hand.

We will have use of it on another day when we are ready to move against these political pariahs. Whether that day is weeks away, months or even a year or two away, it will eventually come. Meanwhile, keep the fire burning. Keep the rage within your heart. The weekend is almost upon us.

Use it well. Use it for reflection. Use it to encourage and keep one another focus on our matalamat – to rid ourselves of these corrupt political pariahs and make them pay for their multitudes of abuse and use of our national coffers for their own ends.

Use it so that you yourself will be ready for what is to come after next week when the dust settles on the circus that is the Malaysian Parliament and you and I will be needed to keep those bastards in parliament honest! 

 

Enough for now. I have spent enough anger for now writing this piece. A Short Black of the Nespresso kind is needed if I am to face what is left of this Friday. What will you have…or what have you had for breakfast?

How I wish I am at Lucky Gardens in Bangsar now getting something for breakfast. Instead, here I am, over 6000kms away in Fitzroy Melbourne, in a sarong and T shirt writing about my beloved Malaysia and about things happening there….and my heart bleeds for the pain that is now being inflicted by political pariahs upon us all…all of us that calls Malaysia home.

Selamat Pagi Malaysia….Do good, be good, and be nice to one another.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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