Been under the weather these past 2 days. All off a sudden, the clouds burst whilst I was walking towards the shop which left me drenched so bad that had there been a collie around, even it would be running for cover as I try to shake myself dry! And really, I did not want to go online, but did not want to miss a grand farewell party. Though its supposed to take place in about 5 months time, I think the celebrations has begun already; it began, the day Hindraf tried to meet Palalah.
Poor Palalah. When I watched the news that night, I almost felt sad for him. And with tv3 playing the sad part twice, where Palalah was almost in tears saying that not one of them (the Hindraf group) came to wish him...not one of them! Poor guy! You are so rich and yet so poor. You have the most powerful seat in Malaysia, yet you're so weak! You have at your disposal the most brilliant minds in Malaysia, yet you chose some of the dumbest to be by your side...you are not so clever, are you?
Dear Palalah, in case you have not noticed, I believe the Hindraff people did try to meet and greet you. However, I believe they were stopped by the group of people you have around you, namely your not so bright bodyguards! The fact that you were perhaps already too sleepy to notice, well, it just goes to show how very concerned you are about Malaysia and Malaysians, which off course, you are not, are you? But saying in any case that none of the Hindraff people wanted to wish you, so what? Does their wishing you make you a better person, as you have already shown the world that you are capable of being not? Don't you feel something not quite right when tv3 played your sad scene twice? It was like they were trying to show the world how or what a bloody *(^%@( of a fool you are.
Forgive me for having to camouflage my strong wordings as I have been taught that even old fools ought to be given respect. And believe, I have so much been trying to do so, and will continue to try. But alas, I am only human, susceptible to the anger that boils within and undoubtedly further fanned by the devil. Oops, make it devils, since there's more than one of them, most especially those standing or sitting beside you.
Palalah, I couldn't give a damn about anybody not wanting to wish you. What, with a private jet, yacht, chauffeur and limousine, income and allowance that exceeds your basic needs by the thousands, a dotting wife that is ever at your side, a loving daughter and son along with their family ever present at your call, a retinue of official and non-official staff waiting on you...why should you be sad about the Hindraff not wanting to wish you? Or, as I suppose, that more than 10 million Malaysians could not give a damn about wishing you. Heck, I did not wish you too! But I also suppose, you may not want to know why Hindraff and millions of Malaysians do not want to wish you. Yes, I suppose when too many people pour out their suffering to you, you might just break down and dirty the clothes you have on; those very clothes among others, that are neatly presented to you every morning for you to chose and wear so you may look radiant as befitting a leader of a nation. It does not matter then, there there are more than a score of children who's father you have sent or have not released from the illegal detention of the ISA.
Palalah, some said you are not to be blamed for the economic shambles Malaysia is in now. They said, the fault lies in Madey for those ridiculous bailouts involving Pewaja, MSNC-MISC-Petronas, MAS, BBMB, and many more; I quite believe them. But I also believe that as a premier with power, you could have used your good office to bring the wrongdoings including the above to justice, had you wanted to. You could have also made sure of all the relevant facts and figures, along with the legalities and technicalities and what other nitty-gritties to ensure that we did not have to pay more than a billion ringgit NOT to construct a crooked bridge. Or, made sure that your botak henchman was not talking through his bloody arse which made us lose an island to a neighbour (perhaps soon, along with the EEZ as well). Or...hmm, there just plain too many other incidences to mention here, many which you simply refuse to use a bit of foresight. But how could you, when many times you have been photographed to be closing tight those lids of yours?
No Palalah, I just could not give a damn about many people not wanting to wish you. And were you to read stories such as the one here, perhaps, you too may not want to wish yourself! Remember Palalah, you are a Muslim. And as a leader and a Muslim, you will be having a lion's share of responsibilities to answer to in the hereafter. So what care does it concern anyone of us about anyone not wanting to wish you. You and your retinue of brainless followers should be more concern about what each of you will have to reply later on - I just couldn't give a damn about you!
On another note however, I nearly did shed tear listening to the 1.30pm news just now. No, not because I felt sad about you, but I was surprised that your deputy has - after more than months of hearing him with a sad and uncertain voice - suddenly appeared with a style and eloquence that was last heard just before the GE12 when he so confidently declared "Tahun ini...kita, merawat Kelantan!"
Indeed yes, Palalah, the celebration has already begun.