PROLOGO LA TRAGEDIA SI NAJIB

Najib's prologo la tragedia actually started when he was in the late teens. Why so?

If indeed he did not graduate from his studies in the UK that proves he is an egghead. As a privileged son of Pahang, he had all the means to be able to get through university scholarship with excellence. Why the hurry to get back to be a politician? Build a strong foundation of one's worth first before trying to govern others. Was it that he is just plain stupid?

A leader with such basic failure is dangerous. He has to depend on others to guide and advice. His weakness, an inferiority complex worsen during the course of struggling in an ever challenging national and global environment. Najib has to show that he is smart. One way is by surrounding himself with equivalent/lesser beings or those with tainted image so that they would listen to him. Yes, Sir. Inferiority breeds mediocrity as the adage goes.

Najib believes that a smart (supposedly) bed-partner-confidente should be able help him. She becomes demanding to the extend of claiming to be the First Lady. The husband succumbs to a yes ma'am syndrome.

His trademark previously was the finger. When his honchos, nincompoops and ordinary rakyat start to follow the style he has to stop the theatric. The finger is of endless possibilities.

His ways of governance and lifestyle are opulent. How can it be for survival and sustainability? Clueless. He is a pretender the likes of sleepyhead and B.A.B.I.

To save Malaysia the PM must face the axe now otherwise the damages done to the country will multiply and get beyond repair.
The condo cow below does not suckle the bull, so needs to be axed too.

Just get rid off the head the tail would follow ensuit. Enough of the beerless Ku Nan, samurai Nazri, chap ayam Hassan Malek, pemandu Jalal, biadap KJ, spad Hamid, sempurna Shafie,  highest-income sucker Nazir, permata Rosmah ...  still we want to suffer more?

Down with Najib and the goons!

Hanya Melayu jaga maruah Melayu. Bangsa lain sudah lama ketawa.

THE LADY WHO COULD BE KING

Rafidah Aziz, a lecturer at the Faculty of Economics, University of Malaya before joining politics.

An intelligent, knowledgeable hard working Wanita Umno member - a bright star, a hope for the country. 

At the peak of her career she has been touted as an iron lady the like of Margaret Thatcher.

She goes along with everybody at least professionally. B.A.B.I. knows whom to associate with and be seen in limelight. Beware, he is the master of the killer game in politics!

Among the aspirants singing patriotically. The elegant pretender to the left of RA finally became the master. 

'Let me hold you down the steps' by the sleepyhead was the signal of her downfall from grace. She was mooed out of WU ending the hope and dream. 

Only RA knows how the dirty game of politics was played while up there. But she is a survivor. She is with AirAsia but Fernendez is not going to force her to wear that skimpy (the skimpiest among airline stewardess), body hugging red skirt and blouse! Nay. But again, skimpy skirts are good for BN, you know what I mean!

The nation has been enriched by RA's contributions.

SUKARNO, THE FALLEN HERO

Sukarno, the first President of Indonesia was a charismatic leader that gained global recognition in his first half of governance of the country. After the Asia-Africa meet at Bandung many foreign head of states especially those of developing countries flocked to meet him. To up the fervour of unity and nationalism among his people he introduced the Pancasila.
                                   

Later he became more and more misaligned and delineated by western nations because of communistic trends in his policies. He was the sound box of neocolonialism/imperialism indirectly challenging the  capitalist countries especially the British and US. He saw them as imperialistic and a threat when Brunei, Sabah, Sarawak and Singapore joined Malaya to form Malaysia. Ganyang Malaysia he said and hence the konfrantasi episode.

Eventually he became the fallen hero, a victim of the clash between the ideals of democracy and communism in which Islam cannot accept all. Such trichotomy created major factions in his people resulting in slaughter and Sukarno's downfall.

Neocolonialism was never imperilled by Sukarno. It is in fact still much alive, a capitalistic game in various forms often subtle otherwise militaristic engulfing the world today.

With Ho Chin Minh

With President Gamal Nasser of Egypt.

With King Bhumibhol and Queen Sirikit of Thailand.

With Lee Kuan Yew.

BLOG THE HOG

Hog - swine; yearling sheep not yet shorn; wool from such sheep; yearling of other species; formerly slang for a shilling; low filthy person; greedy person; inconsiderate boor; to use selfishly.

Hogback - hill-ridge, ancient monument, or other object shaped like a hog's back; hog-deer - small Indian deer; hog-fish - fish having bristles on the head; hog-frame - frame built to resist vertical flexure; hog-mane - mane clipped short or naturally short or upright; hog-nose - an American snake; hog-plum - West Indian tree (Spondias); hog-rat - the hutia, a West Indian rodent; hog-reeve - officer whose duty  to round up stray swines; hog's pudding - hog's entrails stuff with various ingredients; hogwash - refuse of kitchen or brewery, slang for rubbish talk; hogweed - cow-parsnip.

Bring one's hogs to a fine market - to make a complete mess of something (reminds of Najib?); hog in armour - a boor in fine clothes; hog it - eat greedily.

striped hogs

hog's crossing

suckle my piglet (PNG)

suckling piglets

for the lard (right)

experimenting?

merrily play the flute

FREE WHEN THE JUNGLE WAS NAKED

Not too long ago jungle life was naked. Life was very hard but free. Now the jungle has been raped and ripped open and free no more. The fate of the weak, the protectors of the forest are at the whims of the Malay buggers who run the country.

This picture was of long time ago, just to tell you how life was and why we are like we are. We are more clothed now. Of diamond rings certainly we have not.

We live barely. We use spears to hunt wild animals and protect us.

Our most deadly weapon is the blowpipe with the ipoh dart.

Logs are our bridges. You talk about long double bridges somewhere and wheels zoom. My feet!

Dark is the night. Occasionally we sewang to pass the dullness.

Taking bath in clean, clear river then. Now we get murky, shallow and itchy waters. After you dirty your own rivers which you cannot clean, now you dirty us!

The jungle paths prick us anywhere and everywhere but we are used to it. The scratches heal by themselves if not we poultice them with jungle plants.

Life has improved though, some got better housing than those of zinc roof. Politics not sincerity to help got the better of us. We are but pawns of games that civilised(?) people play.

CLUELESS ON NEW YEAR, LAST RESORT

Ah, my fossilised thoughts

Let's party and catch the sunrises (Sydney, LA ...)

Consult the genie

Clueless round eyes

Don't call me names, orang utan

Watch the rear admiral

Walking (Najib) on a tightrope mid-air

Heavy is the sack

Take me front

Addictive

Tindik lidah

Lick a froggy

Better still, cupid a cobra

Take the inkblot test

Go bokam

Deworm

If all things won't work ...