How I came to be a fascist party-pooper

If you live in Malaysia you’d have to be an utter worm not to notice that, at some fundamental level, the Government has gone off the rails. No one since Dr Mahathir has had the sheer balls to provide anything remotely resembling leadership—by which I mean doing what you think is good for the people even if the people are too daft to understand it.

Do you remember Morgan Freeman’s (i.e. Nelson Mandela’s) line in Invictus when he’s about to go head-on with his comrades at the sports club? Mahathir isn’t Mandela, but the principle is the same.

Now Dr M did a lot of things that I have a problem with, one of which being the complete emasculation of toadies I mean politicians to the point that we have the very same problem that I referred to earlier. That is the price to pay for leading a third-world country filled with peasants. Singapore has the same problem although by and large they lack the courage or plain recklessness to admit it.

There was also the business with the University and University Colleges Act and the judiciary, which, under his watch, turned into a pack of criminally negligent complaisant fools who make a virtue of betraying their oaths to the Constitution. They might hold me in contempt of court, but I hold the Courts in contempt of the People. And it is very easy to appeal to “the People” isn’t it? Everyone does it, and everyone inevitably falls for it. This is what happens when we have things like the University and University Colleges Act, but the People, such as they are, are too damned silly to protest.

Dr M governed by a mixture of abject fear and blind devotion that makes for a good study of classical Machiavellian political practice in an era of developmental economics. I just made up that last bit because it sounds somewhat intellectual. Politicians do this also, and people fall for it for the same reason. “I stand for civil society!” or transparency and accountability in administrative processes or whatever when really it’s merely ABU (Anything But UMNO).

People rally behind banners because they desperately want something to believe in, and they want to believe in leaders who are fundamentally “good” according to some definition that is as hazy as “the People” itself.

What these fools don’t realise is that this kind of unthinking activism in the cause of a “democracy” they don’t understand, or a ” civil society”, whatever the hell that is supposed to be, works according to exactly the same dynamic by which an individual or group achieves totalitarian control. By rallying to a cause, they devote themselves equally blindly to Anwar Ibrahim, the DAP or PAS or Perkasa in the same way that they once rushed to prostrate themselves before Dr Mahathir’s feet. And by and large our politicians are cunning enough to know this, or at least they understand how to use the dynamic to their temporary advantage. And the advantage is always temporary because the other side (or rivals on your own side) will eventually find some new toy to play with.

But none of them has the strength and conviction to provide national leadership. To do so in this country you’d have to be Hitler, or Mahathir. Even Mandela would not succeed. Our politicians  play to the mob’s tune, and so someone like Zaid Ibrahim will go from Messianic hero to abject party-hopping villain (which he might really be) in the blink of an eye, while his lot decry their once-Beloved Leader Anwar as a snake in the grass (which he might really be) just as quickly. That’s all fine by me—it’s political business as usual—but what I fail to understand is the People’s capacity to be perpetually bamboozled by the same thing over and over and over again.

Silly buggers.

So much for the New Malaysia. Meanwhile the Old Malaysia is falling apart.

The People seem actually to want a fascist dictatorship because they want nothing more than to trust in a leader who will do their thinking for them. Sometimes I think this is unavoidable. The internet allows the common citizen to voice his or her concerns in public fora, but far too many common citizens are thugs. The internet in Malaysian political life has done little more than to make shoddy thinking ubiquitous.

This might all change with time and education, but if the history of political education teaches anything, it’s that it usually changes only with blood.


Book of Babel

When I was very small I decided one day to write something on the wall with a marker pen. I cannot remember what it was but I do remember thinking that I had expressed an original idea.

Some time later I decided that it was impossible to express any original idea because there was likely no such thing as an original expression. Anything that can be said in any language has probably already been said by someone somewhere somewhen. Language limits thought; we can’t think what we cannot say, and even if we could there would be no point because there’s no way to communicate what we patently can’t. I learnt later that this was similar to what some structuralists were saying about epistemology. My original idea about reality being constructed by language was not, in fact, original.

This reminds me of the story by Borges about the Library of Babel, which is really the whole universe consisting entirely of interlocking hexagonal rooms, each of which contains four shelves of books. People live in it, die in it, etc. (Umberto Eco made use of this idea in his book The Name of the Rose, and you can see it in the movie adaptation starring Sean Connery. Hellboy was in it too.)

The books in Borges’ Library contain every possible permutation of a series of basic characters, and hence the sum of books contains a lot of nonsense, as well as at least one readable book and very possibly all readable books ever written, or ever will be written. He then goes on to build a very crafty story about how some librarians have gone puritanical and move around destroying books they deem nonsense, while others believe that, among all these possible books, there must be at least one complete and coherent catalogue of all the coherent books in the Library. They also believe that someone has already read this (the Man of The Book) and they go about looking for him.

Later, Willard Quine pooped the party and said that the Library wasn’t actually infinite because there will come a time when everything that can be written has been written. Worse, he then proceeded to create the Library by reducing it to basic binary terms: two sheets of paper, on one a dot, on the other a dash. With these two sheets anyone could now create any number of Morse permutations and thereby replicate the contents of the Library. This is what happens when logicians tell stories.

In my work (and therefore a very large part of my life) I have come across, used, depended on and lived by various kinds of dictionary, lexicon and concordance. Each of these represents to me a mini-Babel Library containing anything that can be said, has been said, and might be said in that language. It is a silly idea because people invent new words every day—this is true for the majority of my work, but not in my private time when I deal with dead or dead-ish languages.

Consider the Classical Arabic word مَأْبُور, which E.V. Lane gives as “A dog that has had a needle given him, to eat, in bread: and, with ة‎, applied to a sheep or goat (شــاة‎) that has eaten a needle in its fodder, and in whose inside it has stuck fast; in consequence of which the animal eats nothing, or, if it eat, the eating does it no good.” It applies metaphorically to people who are easily deceived. Poor animals, but I like this as an example of dictionaries being elemental accounts, still very much alive, of how people perceive the world, then, now, or always, that is not reducible to 1s and 0s, dots and dashes.

NB, Lane’s is a notoriously expensive lexicon, but you can now have it free here in djvu (for which you need to download a reader separately). You can get it in pdf elsewhere too.

Sometimes I think that when we learn something new, we don’t really learn it so much as uncover something that has been occulted. This implies that everything was revealed at some point in the past. Other times I think it is the other way around, and that we are born into darkness and must daily fight to establish, and re-establish meaning.

Siapa berhak?

Amat mendukacitakan apabila terbaca dalam suratkhabar pendapat seperti rencana yang disiarkan dalam Sinar Harian hari ini (Khamis 3hb Jun) bertajuk, Umat Islam, bangkitlah bersatu!

Tentang perpaduan umat Islam saya tidak akan mempersoalkan sebarang perkara. Begitu juga dengan pendapat penulis rencana tersebut, bahawa “negara-negara Islam tentu sedar, hanya dengan retorik, mengecam dan mengutuk tanpa mengambil apa-apa tindakan berkesan, adalah serupa seperti berdiam diri, sambil duduk dan menyaksikan kehancuran bangsa Palestin dan Lebanon [iaitu, Lubnan] di tangan durjana itu.”

Ia, apa yang dilakukan kepada para aktivis keamanan di atas kapal Mavi Marmara, saya menganggap sebagai perbuatan jahat dan keji. Lebih malang adalah pengepungan Jalur Gaza oleh tentera negara Israel dan bencana perikemanusiaan yang diakibatkan oleh pengepungan tersebut.

Saya ingin mengemukakan soalan kepada kerajaan Mesir, yang  telah menghalang pengangkutan darat ke dalam Jalur Gaza (termasuk juga konvoi Viva Palestina yang dinaiki saudaraku), dan yang membina sebuah dinding besi raksaksa di sempadan Mesir-Gaza.

Sebab itulah pertama-tamanya Flotilla Gaza berlayar. Sebab itulah sebahagian daripada para aktivis-aktivis terhilang nyawa apabila diserang dan dibunuh tentera Israel. Sebab itulah dikatakan, “darahmu sampai ke pantaiku sebelum bantuanmu.” (Yang ini saya baca di Twitter…  sudah lupa siapa yang menulisnya. Maaf.)

Ia. Zalim, kejam, jahat dan celaka. Tetapi apakah itu elok, jikalau kezaliman orang lain menimbulkan alasan kepada diri sendiri untuk menjajakan kebencian semata-mata? Kata penulis:

Mungkin pemimpin Nazi Jerman, Adolf Hitler bukanlah orang layak disanjungi kerana keganasannya, namun tiada siapa dapat menafikan kebenaran katanya, bahawa bangsa Yahudi menjadi parasit kepada orang sekeliling. Mereka datang ke sesuatu tempat itu, sedangkan mereka hidup senang-senang.

Adolf Hitler “mungkin” tidak layak disanjungi? Keranakeganasannya”? Ada siapa yang ingin mengira penghapusan nyawa sejumlah 6,000,000 hanya “keganasan”, dan bukan sebagai “dahsyat” atau jauh tidak boleh diterima oleh sesiapa muhsin, lurus, dan jujur? Oleh sesiapa  yang ingin digelar “manusia”? Ada atau tidak?

Dan tiada yang sanggup menafikan bahawa bangsa Yahudi merupakan “parasit”? Oh, saya menafikan. Dan mereka juga:

Orang ini orang apa ya?

Gambar ini dicuri daripada laman ini. Sila klik ya, ada lagi gambar-gambar yang menarik dan yang mengejutkan. Tetapi yang dibangkitkan dalam hati saya adalah hanya kemarahan dan kecewaan; oh, tetapi tidak perlu bangkit apa-apapun, mengikut penulis rencana Sinar.

Amat menghairankan apabila Israel melakukan sesuatu yang dahsyat, dunia mengalih pandangan ke AS dan kuasa besar lain, mengharapkan mereka mengutuk serangan Israel. Tiada apa yang patut diharapkan mereka. Orang Islam sahaja dapat menyelamatkan nyawa saudara Islam mereka di Palestin.

Bagaimana dengan rakyat Palestin yang beragama lain? Apakah mereka tidak layak diselamatkan?

Apakah saya, yang tidak beragama Islam, tidak berhak menyelamatkan sesiapa pun? Kalau begitu bagaimana dengan para aktivis Flotilla Gaza yang turut  beragama bukan Islam, atau langsung tidak beragama?

Bagaimana dengan rakyat Israel-Yahudi yang tetap mengutuk kezaliman kerajaan dan tentera mereka sendiri terhadap rakyat (saya enggan menggunakan perkataan “bangsa”) Palestin? Bagaimana dengan Gideon Levy, seorang penulis beragama Yahudi yang berkerja sebagai kolumnis suratkhabar Haaretz?

Sila baca pendapat beliau dan lain-lain penganalisas beragama Yahudi and bukan Yahudi, Islam dan bukan Islam, di seluruh dunia, sebelum membuat sebarang keputusan bahawa nyawa Islam hanya dapat diselamatkan oleh orang Islam sahaja.

Ini fikiran sempit yang tidak akan mencapai apa-apa kecuali kebencian yang sama tahap dengan kekejaman kerajaan dan tentera negara Israel dan mereka yang sepakat dengannya.

No way to behave

This picture expresses an intention.

A friend, S. Tamarai Chelvi of theSun, says she was threatened by two municipal councillors yesterday while she was in court reporting on the Anwar trial. The language used was sexist, vile and racist—all because she asked them to quiet down in court.

The demand that she “wait till she was outside the courthouse” is the language of uncivilised thugs. “Dog”, “black monkey” and “dark-skinned girl” cannot be misconstrued. They may have been “joking” (and I hope they were), but that is no excuse in an adult.

If this is true—I have no reason to doubt Tamarai’s word, but an allegation is not proof itself—then I should like Khalid Ibrahim to do what he must to ensure that they are given a fair hearing. (One of them sits on the Klang Council.)

There is no excuse to use that kind of language on another person, whether or not that person is a journalist. Councillors are civic leaders and as such must set an example; and when they fail do so, let alone set bad examples, public examples must be made of them commensurate with the trust they have betrayed.

If they are found to have done as Tamarai says, they should at least be summarily dismissed.

Finding common ground

It is not enough to say that we have Malay friends, that we dutifully attend Chinese New Year open houses every year, or that we admire kolams during Deepavali and spend a moment thinking vaguely of our siblings in E. Malaysia during, for example, Kaamatan.

It’s not enough to claim moral superiority over bigots by saying “I eat every day at the mamak’s with my friends of all races and it’s very mesra and muhibbah. It’s only racists in Umno/Perkasa/DAP/PAS/PKR [insert bogeyman here] who want to memecah-belahkan the Rakyat/Ummah/Community [insert own tribe here].”

What is the point of all this when in private or among “our own kind” we entertain and sometimes encourage the opposite idea? Malays are lazy, greedy, over-sexed and bodoh sombong despite (or maybe because of) having everything handed to them on a platter. Chinese are racists who, not content with making debt slaves of the Malays, are trying to appropriate for their dirty pig-eating selves fundamental guarantees of Malay political independence and religious expression. Indians are untrustworthy drunken wife-beaters fit for nothing but the estates and the legal profession. (We can ignore Lain-Lain entirely because they are invisible and do not matter.)

Some of us like to prattle on about some ancient fictitious Golden Age of the recent past where racism was unknown in this land and everyone walked down the street arm-in-arm singing happy songs about each other. We “remember” the time when we recognised no difference in creed, colour or tongue for we were all brothers and sisters under the same British sun; and now we self-righteously deplore the depths to which we have fallen since.

We look fondly on the story of Lat and Frankie and apply it not to our own lives (for those of us lucky enough to have had such a friendship) but to the country as a whole without thinking for a moment that maybe such friendships are possible only as a result of similarities in social class and language unity (English), rather than stemming from any deep wellspring of equal, sincere and universal regard for shared humanity.

Outside the urban centres we were perpetually at one another’s throats. Is it any wonder that the Putera-AMCJA alternative constitution failed so spectacularly to resonate in the hearts of anyone outside the broad Left? Or that the Rakyat in fact ran in the opposite direction towards the same race-based political parties we accuse today of having divided the country worse than the British could ever have done?

Why, even when articulating opposition to Partai Perikatan/Barisan Nasional do we inevitably flock to other exclusivist parties such as Partai Islam or the (notionally inclusive) DAP and Parti Gerakan?

And despite our complaining so loudly about inequality, racism and systematic religious oppression, we still haven’t found another way to express our hopes and fears in anything but the language of our enemies: Ketuanan Melayu, Malaysian Malaysia,Kerajaan Islam—it doesn’t matter. What matters is that the definition of our utopia is in direct opposition to those of our enemies.

(Take gender equality as a neutral example. There is a tendency to approach it from an exclusively feminist perspective, given that more or less attention should be paid to it in direct proportion to how much or little women have been oppressed in our community. But if the discourse is strictly exclusive to women, how does that differ from the discriminatory practices of men?)

We are daily given cause to go to war. The latest incident involving Joshua Wong has dragged up again the whole business of keeping silent about sensitive issues (sorry guys, you need to be logged in to Malaysiakini to read it. I will post a free-access report later, if I find one).

The problem with race-based parties is that the practice of consensus is a zero-sum game: a community gains something only at the expense of another. After a while, some things inevitably become taboo. Race, religion, political ideology, gender, education. This is because people are at first reluctant to jeopardise a fragile balance achieved through consensus—a noble enough reason, but within a generation reluctance turns into fear and the reasons for that fear become lost or obscured by “rights” and “privileges”.

We have to take a step back and find some common ground where it is safe for us to talk about these things. It has done us no good to keep silent: we have done this for 53 years and look at the result. Still the same. No, worse.

Two years ago I was intensely pissed-off by Syed Hamid Albar in Parliament (this was when I was still a correspondent) claiming more or less that Israeli oppression of Palestine was an issue exclusive to Muslims. I wrote my weekly column on this subject and was spiked by my colleagues who feared to offend the Home Ministry because I had quoted from the Qur’an (I am not Muslim). I understood their reasons: annual printing licences being at best a tenuous thing and too many people in the office needed their jobs to feed their families.

I withdrew the column for that week, and sent it to a fellow who published it on his blog. That fellow is a PAS Member of Parliament, and you can still read my original story on his page. However important and meaningful that gesture was to me personally, I am aware that it is sadly a bit insignificant in the broader scheme of things.

But if nothing else it proved to me that we must encourage ourselves to tear down the walls that separate us, even by a fragment of a brick at a time, and to do that requires just a bit of courage—not just to help yourself, but to help the fellow on the other side of the wall.

Mamak, satu ayam goreng.

“The 1Malaysia concept is more popular than Milo, Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC), the badge and logo of 1Malaysia has no competition because some like chicken and some may not like to eat chicken, but everyone likes 1Malaysia,” said Najib” — Bernama, Apr 22, copychecked HAZ MCD RV JRL.

Well my happy friends, our Prime Minister has just compared his benevolent all-encompassing ecumenical messianic prophesy to a Snack Plate and an over-sweetened chocolate drink. Good for the body, good for the soul. Sic transit in gloria mundi.

This is very funny, but it also points a withered bone at a much more serious problem. The other day I ranted about the mess we make, and the subsequent chest-thumping we engage in when nobody seems capable of cleaning it up (thank you for reading it). Now here we have its twin: prostitution. We are all back-alley hos and sell ourselves, body  and soul, without knowing what we buy in return.

Disagree? KFC! Milo! Think of all the ghetto jokes you can make. Better than the Zimbabwe thing which is getting a bit old.

Take the ridiculous Hulu Selangor by-election, for example. In the greater scheme of things (not much greater, if you think about it) Hulu Selangor does not matter.

Najib, in all his wisdom, has gone and declared that Hulu Selangor is a referendum on his 1Malaysia bullshit and his latest tactic to steal from the poor and give to his wife, I mean the New Economic Model.

Well excuse me pink-lips. I speak for myself. The people of Hulu Selangor do not vote for me. Or did you think this was Umno and you could get away with bribing your Delegates at the Mesyuarat Agung and then proclaiming it a national victory?

[Note to self. Najib said this: “Jika saya tidak bernilai, beliau (Obama) sudah pasti tidak menemui saya. Tetapi sekarang pembangkang mengadakan cerita  bahawa saya melutut kepada AS.”

Woi pembohong, nilai engkau tepat RM77 million. Bukan saja pembangkang yang buat pasal. Aku sendiri mendakwa. Kalau sanggup menjual buntut sendiri, jual lah. Buat hal Anwar meliwat Saiful, buat lah. Aku tak peduli. Tetapi jangan jual maruah Ra’ayat Malaysia kepada sesiapa. Pengkhianat!]

So what if estate workers are paid RM200-something a month? So what if children have no schools and their parents no paying work? So what if housing estates for the middle class have been abandoned?

Do you honestly care?

What has any of it to do with your life?

The Nut Graph and Malaysiakini are on the right track asking Kamal Alan Nathan, or whatever the hell that spineless goat’s name is, questions about federal policy. That’s the job of a federal MP, in case we’ve forgotten, and the MIC man’s jellyfish evasiveness should tell you something that you really, really, ought to have known since 1957: politicians are cheap and, since we keep re-electing the same pack of thieves to Parliament, so are we. (There is also the question of his academic credentials, which you can read about and decide for yourself at RPK’s, but you’d have to be incredibly stupid to fake something like that and not expect to be found out.)

Zaid Ibrahim, erstwhile Umno fatcat, has not been asked the same questions by the same people. This is unfair and wrong. The portals might think we already know what his stand is on things like the Internal Security Act and that we must be aware that he blogs here on WordPress. At the very least he resigned on principle from the Cabinet and from Umno, even if he was embroiled in some nonsense while punching his ticket in the Kelantan division some years ago, and that should be enough for a die-hard ABU fanatic.

It is not. It should never be. But it also doesn’t matter because we’re not voting. The people of Hulu Selangor are. And they, like us, can be bought with promises, gimmicks, and Khalid Ibrahim’s bribes, hand-kissing, back-slapping, more feel-good nonsense, KFC and Milo.

The only thing Hulu Selangor proves is how quickly we get taken in and swept along with the general tide of pro-BN or pro-Pembangkang electoral tomfoolery. I mean, do we really need to have nationwide by-elections every damned day just to get government policy moving?

ABU, yes, but what about those of us who do not subscribe to PKR’s Umno-in-opposition politics, or the DAP’s unrepentant chauvinism, or PAS’s conservatism (yes I exclude Khalid Samad, Dr Zul, Hatta Ramli, Siti Mariah and the rest of those pro-People troublemakers) — or for that matter the whole destructive mess of hyperpartisan Malaysian politics?

Can there be no meeting point between Muslims, non-Muslims; Malays, non-Malays? Can there be no work towards showing, once and for all, that this silly Marxist thesis-antithesis division is a false dichotomy created for the purpose of fooling us into blasphemous idol-worshipping lunacy?

You tell me.

Enemy of the People

We are all familiar with the litany of sins: twenty-two years of authoritarian rule under which the perpetuation of unjust laws, moving in tandem with the increasing politicisation of race, education and religion; and the growing dependence on money as the universal medium, have turned the state into a creature of evil.

In 1998-1999 the whole business came to a head. The impotent “People”, having suffered silently and for too long under this yoke, rallied to the cause of Anwar Ibrahim, late protégé of that geriatric villain Dr Mahathir Mohamad, and once the brightest star within that putrid, corrupt fascist behemoth the Nazi Party, I mean, the United Malays National Organisation.

The People rallied to the banner of Freedom, Justice, and Democracy without understanding a word of anything because not a single comprehensible word was spoken in their defence, and because we were too busy chanting slogans to ask. Anwar, once Finance Minister and Deputy Prime Minister of the very same regime now unmasked as a kleptocratic dictatorship (and really you would have had to be daft to think any such unmasking necessary) was the Prodigal Son, returned and transformed, into a kind of oriental Moses.

Alternative policies weren’t necessary (remember that was during the time of the Asian Financial Crisis), action plans were irrelevant. All that mattered was the Promised Land to which he and his kind proposed to lead us. Where was that, exactly?

To be charitable, Anwar did not have much time to articulate an alternative before he was arrested, abused, tried and sentenced in a kangaroo court filled with incompetent prosecutors whose failed attempts at misdirection were saved only by the dismal rants of that mindless automaton, the late S. Augustine Paul.  I speak no ill of the dead, but I make an exception for that cadaverous monkey who, as much as Eusoff Chin, Hamid Omar, and V.K. Lingham, prostituted the judiciary for a pittance in the dark corridors of the Prime Minister’s Department.

Ten years later on March 8 Anwar, and we, had another chance to change our common political future, but again we failed and even now we are engrossed with questions of private morality—whether Zaid Ibrahim drinks bourbon or owns race horses, or both, or whatever; whether Khairy Jamaluddin drinks, whether Hishammuddin Hussein got wasted on a tin of Anchor, etc. Why is this important?

Why, in Malaysia, is it more important to believe what a politician says than to judge her by what she does as a legislator? Why do all political parties fail consistently to provide social leadership and seek instead to appeal to the lowest, most vulgar, denominator and turn that into a public virtue?

Hitler distinguished between “members” and “supporters” of his party UMNO, I mean, the National Socialist German Workers’ Party:

“The greater and more essentially revolutionary an idea is, the more activistic its membership will become, since the revolutionary force of a doctrine involves a danger for its supporters, which seems calculated to keep cowardly little shopkeepers away from it.

“They will privately regard themselves as supporters, but decline to make a public avowal of this by membership. By virtue of this fact, the organisation of a really revolutionary idea obtains as members only the most active among the supporters won over by propaganda.

“And precisely in this activity of a movement’s membership, guaranteed by natural selection, lies the premise for equally active future propaganda as well as a successful struggle for the realisation of the idea.” (Mein Kampf, Vol 2, Ch XI. No I am not saying Nazism is good; but it is good to be aware of Nazi tactics, and I shall even use them for antifascist ends if you trust me enough.)

Our parties, on the other hand, seek perpetually to make members of everyone. We proceed from the base assumption that strength is good, and strength lies in numbers, and we replace activism with the whatever we can get, as long as there is a lot of it. It doesn’t matter if it’s the frothing hyperventilation of diseased fanatical sheep.

How else do you explain the quick descent of the democratic process in Hulu Selangor, even as I write this, into the juvenile hell of Molesworth & Co.? How do you explain the giddy complaisance of the MIC politician, Kamalanathan, in cozying up to the very same brand of bigot who might very well describe him, in Parliament itself, as a “toddy-drinking darkie” who should “go back to the estates” or even better, India?

How else do you explain the absence of talk about democratic obligations rather than perpetual screaming for rights and privileges?

And how else do you explain 53 years of Perikatan-Barisan Nasional despotism?

Well, whose fault is that? The politicians? They merely tell you what you want to hear, promise you things you covet but which they are unable to give and—here’s the funny bit—were yours by right in the first place. Wang for the Rakyat. A new school. Land titles. Justice. Freedom. Democracy.

We, the People, are idiots and exult in our own ignorance.

In this sense I prefer to continue living under Mahathir’s regime: at least then my enemy was one man and he was honest enough not to dodge. Now my enemy is almost the entire population led by fools parading around as saints.

And if anyone wishes to remind me of vox populi, vox Dei (the voice of the people is the voice of God), I beg to draw attention to the full quotation: Nec audiendi qui solent dicere, Vox populi, vox Dei, quum tumultuositas vulgi semper insaniae proxima sit. (But they ought not be listened to who keep saying the voice of the people is the voice of God, for the restless mob ever approaches insanity.)

It is imperative that we eject from political office that international disgrace Najib Razak, as well as the vertically-challenged human worm that follows him about, before the two of them pauperise the rest of us for their explosive, unsinkable purposes. But who for the sake of this wonderful country do we propose to replace them with?

Therein lies the rub, doesn’t it? We have no bloody idea, and we don’t damned well care.