Clint Eastwood in one of his movies said, there could a million reasons why I should not pull the trigger but right now punk, I can't think of one."
Well! the same here constructively. The same pill had come to haunt me.
But sometimes I do try. In Malaysia, if you notice, our fellow Malaysians and politicians have a load full of things to puke and write owing to the dysfunctional system we have amongst our "learned" politicians and of course our half-cooked Government.
In fact, if you plan taking up journalism, Malaysia is the bed-rock to hone your skills. No joke!. Ideas and topics are abound. Just by going about writing on the misgivings we stumble upon, you can even go for that early double degree in journalism. All you need is to write all about our political hungry clowns. What ever you do, you'll either win the Pulitzer and/or rot in Sungei Buloh Jail - the dreaded Sing-Sing of Malaysia or get that dreaded degree.
With all their monkey-antics, mudblood nonsense and the barrage of "shot-in-the-foot" speeches made over the media and airwaves, we really aren't short of Mr. Bean vs Scenario nonsense.
Que: The Malaysian parliament when in session gives us ample ideas and reasons to becoming a good or better writer or journalist. You need to get a passage into this august house and it will dawn upon you, you had playfully with a thumb in your mouth had walked into a zoo while the feeding frenzy of monkeys and macaws are in place.
Parliament is where without doubt we argue on our differences, our legislature, law and everything healthy to spur the nation and its people to betterment; to find amicable solutions and to give rise to a nation fuddled with debts and poverty. But hell NO - we have a Parliament full of tail wiggling monkeys arguing and fighting over who ate Belacan or which lady is going through her monthly recess. (remmy that one?)
I too jumped into the bandwagon to hone my skills - can't you see? Once in a while I take a swipe at our elected numbnut politicians. I'm too am honing my skills here.
Some have extended their tirades into debates and licentiously show-off their long forgotten cave-dwelling inheritances to the public. They make statements and when checked, you may find you have actually in a long time coming stumbled upon a prehistoric fossil. And of course never forgetting their "super" language and oratory skills. Our 'depository' of men and women sermoning out their tirades are never short of again - Mr Bean meets Rajikanth meets Lau Poo Tze.
Our immense data of grown-ups' conundrum keeps growing. Now, this is what we Malaysians call Malaysia Boleh!
A new spin off to speeches was the one about ex-army men who wiggled their butts and inadvertently franchised off a new "senaman buntut" to the public. Way to go soldiers - if in dire need the nation calls for reinforcements, we call upon the butt-aerobic soldiers to wiggle their butts and we may even win the war. We have an exemplary example of army men to the front to save guard the King and its subjects. This is what the Malaysian Government is today. Ruling 50 over years, and this is what we can expect even if Singapore is to wage war over our waters.
If you're a foreigner, welcome. You have no idea what we have in store come our 13th General Elections in Malaysia. Stay tuned.
Psstt ++ On a stricter note, do take time to ponder over all the musings we bloggers are writing and ask why?
This isn't about dissatisfaction or clowning around. This is all about saving the nation and to bring about a betterment to the quality of life we now have. Is this too much to ask?
We urgently need to rewrite history and change all misgivings and the government, not for me but for the future of those who shall carry our names and our forefather's into the future.
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