Voice of Insanity
The voices in my head… they talk to me…
The voices in my head… they talk to me…
My response to this article on the Nutgraph.
I can relate to these stories quite well. Being Malaysian we are all used to the "mamak stall crusader". You know these people, who had someone’s uncle’s daughter’s third aunty’s grandfather who knew someone who did something… So they are the experts in giving their opinion on economics, security, politics.
I remember so many times I was persuaded by well meaning and responsible people that I should stay in Malaysia because "its better to be a second class citizen in your own country than a first class citizen elsewhere". This is their logic to be content in the rut that they live in. After all these years, many of them are still in their same spot, the same mamak stall, same jobs (unless VSS or retrenchment)…
I think Malaysia is the only country is the world where the general public knows every dirty little secret of the ruling elite and its discussed feverishly and passionately at the mamak stall. But Malaysian are proud NATO card carrying members – the No Action Talk Only kind…
The reason for this is – all average Malaysians regardless of race, religion and cultural heritage believe in one thing very strongly. We don’t disturb another person’s rice bowl. Even if its illegal, morally wrong. So long as our rice bowl is protected and assured.
This is the reason why BN coalition enjoyed such a long and prosperous comfortable looting, plundering and pillaging of the nation. So long as the average Malaysian thinks that they will continue to be fed, roofed and clothed comfortably – the continued to support every ridiculous and mentally challenged ideas of BN politicians. Until now.
Why now ? Well, the average Malaysian is finding themselves hit where it hurts most. Their rice bowl. The size of the rice bowl has become smaller and while even the scraps and bone are tiny and no meat is in sight. While every minister’s relative is sporting new cars and mansions from sub contracts – the average Malaysian is the orphan Oliver. Finally, the average Malaysian is waking up to the kopi tarik that he, the citizen has been royally buggered for years. Its about time anyway!
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