I love my country.
Political aide falling out of a building after being interrogated by the Malaysian Anti Corruption Commission and now, now, don’t jump to conclusions, they tell us, it might not be murder, really.
I love my country.
Two missing F5-E fighter jet engines stolen from the Royal Malaysian Air Force Base and ending up in Argentina and no, no, they tell us, no senior officials were involved in the conspiracy, really. The two lowly grunts sentenced for it must be infinitely more awesome than David Copperfield circa when he was still dating Claudia Schiffer to be able to smuggle FIGHTER JET ENGINES out of the country without any sort of help from “senior officials”. And without being discovered until 2 years later. Well, recently, at my office, a whole bunch of spoons disappeared from our pantry – just like that, *poof* and my boss has absolutely no idea where it went. But we’re not talking about spoons are we? We’re talking about FIGHTER JET ENGINES.
It’s nice to see that after everything that has happened in this country, after the rude shock of the last elections, after over 50 years of Independence, after human evolution, after the internet, after Vision 2020, Islam Hadhari and now 1Malaysia; the government and the mainstream media still takes the general Malaysian public for fools.
I love my country.
But today, some of us have proven once more, to be very much the fools we are taken for.
I think my country is sick. This is not the country I grew up in. The country I grew up in was pretty stupid, but it was not sick. Stupid people are funny. They might even be loveable. Sick people might still be funny but my momma once told me that that it’s wrong to laugh at them. So I don’t. I cannot laugh at my country anymore. And you’re afraid to love it just as one is afraid to love a terribly sick person because they tend to die on you and grief is such a hassle to deal with. Yes, my country is sick and pale and in need of a bone marrow transplant. The chemo’s not working but the hair keeps falling out. The doctor’s report came out today and it seems that the cancer has metastasized.
Last year, we had severed cow heads being held up in protest of a Hindu temple. Today, we have arson attacks on three churches in the Klang Valley (Klang Valley!!!) in wake of the “Allah controversy”.
You want to know what my take is on the use of the word “Allah” by non-Muslims in Malaysia? Of course, you don’t. You don’t really care, do you? But I’ll tell you anyway. The only people I think, who should be prohibited from using the name of God are thugs and despicable waste-of-Life who try to justify their acts of violence and provocation. Whether you’re a local arsonist or a suicide bomber on the other side of the world, Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, Buddhist, Zoroastrian, etc....... But Malaysians, really, what the hell? Is the Muslim community so oppressed here that you have to resort to such measures? It’s not freakin Palestine over here, is it? What exactly are you defending? What are you fighting for?
And suddenly, as a Malay Muslim person, I found myself being invited to join the Facebook group protesting the use of “Allah” by non-Muslims. In here they claim that it is a deliberate move by the Church or something to confuse and lead the Muslims astray. Can’t you see, the Facebook Group shouts, they’re all out to get us! They’re all out to destroy us! Oh please, give the community some credit. Not all of us are as dumb and easily confused as you are and if we are, then maybe why aren’t we doing more to educate ourselves and eachother? Instead, we have in-fighting between our muftis and what nots, getting eachother arrested and charged in court out of probably, though I can’t say definitively, professional jealousy. Forget about external threats. I think we’re doing a pretty fucking good job of destroying the community on our own. Way to go team!
Also, if there’s anyone out there who’s really out to confuse us; it’s not the Church as it is our politicians – whether they’re in the ruling government party, opposition, opposition who used to be in ruling party, politicians from the ruling government party who went to the opposition – they’re all the same. They might officially be of different race, religion, colour, creed and ideologies but they’re all united by the fact that they ultimately, truly, worship the same thing: themselves. Uh-oh, threat to my power – hey look, I’ll pull out this race/religion card out from under my sleeve. Ta-da! This will cause a violent distraction across the room so no one will notice that I’m just fucking about getting Botox injections at my desk and siphoning the people’s money into my pocket. Missing jet engines? Murdered political aide? No – look there – someone is trying to lead the Malay and Muslim people astray! And we have exposed a fundamental weakness in Pakatan Rakyat – DAP and PAS will never be able to work together, really, just look at how they’re butting heads over this issue, on top of the beer in Shah Alam shit. Keep us in power, people! And the opposition says – no, look there, the government should take responsibility for this church arson incident because they’re the ones who brought the matter up. So vote for us people! Yeah, eat that Barisan, backfired on ya didn’t it? Ha-Ha-Ha, nyehnyehnyeh. No, we don’t actually know what we’ll do if we do win the next elections – there will be no BN federal government to blame for blocking our grand plans anymore but heck, did you hear what UMNO did? Over there! Ah, what would we do without violent incidents? Hey remember a long, long time ago when the whole Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky sex scandal blew and the next day he orders an airstrike over Iraq? Like that. That's how Michael Bay makes up for movies with bad actors and bad scripts too -just throw in like, a really big explosion in between shots of Megan Fox's ass. yeah, like that. Fuck, I'm rich.
I do not vote.
I cannot bring myself to vote. And it saddens me so.
I still love my country.
On a related note, neutral ol’ Switzerland banning the construction of mosque minarets, Islamophobia on the rise everywhere and the global Muslim community whines, whines and whines about how the world is out to get us. Sure, maybe the Swiss are secretly prejudiced assholes, maybe the US Foreign Policy is biased (it’s the US – how do you think they became the most powerful nation in the world without looking out for their own interests, doh!), maybe Israel is bloody guilty of war crimes but hey, there comes a time when we need to stop this self-pity party. You want Jihad? Go home to your family. Take care of your kids! Get educated. Get rich. Control the world financial system. Take over Hollywood. Movies can solicit more sympathy for your cause then a 100 Molotov cocktails/ suicide bombs ever will. Seriously.
I hate politicians, terrorists, fanatics, bigots and thugs speaking on behalf of all of us. I hate that they claim to be speaking on behalf of ME. I am not a part of your community. I am not “your people”, “umat”, “sister” or whatever stupid ass familial term that you like to use. I disown you.
Not in my name.
I love my country.
And if I’m upset about it, me, mere mortal, whose name is not directly being used, can’t begin to imagine how God/Allah/Tuhan/YHWH, feels about the whole matter.
*Yeah, although I doubt this will happen as no one ever comments on my blog anyway, I think I should say anyway, just in case - don't leave your damn political opinions here unless you agree with me. This isn't some free speech democratic forum. For reasons that I will explain in future entries, if I'm bothered to do so at all, I no longer believe in Democracy. I believe in ONE RING TO RULE THEM ALL. Preferably worn by ME. Yeah, that's right. Just like Sauron from Lord of the Rings. Yessssssssssss (would rub hands together in evil glee but since I'm only a fiery eye in a tower - I have no hands. Bummer).
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