Rudyard Kipling"
āWhen you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldierā
General Douglas MacArthur"
āWe are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.ā
āIt is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.ā āOld soldiers never die; they just fade away.
āThe soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.ā
āMay God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .ā āThe object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
āNobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
āIt is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
Malaysiakini : COMMENT | Malaysia, the land of my birth, is almost unrecognisable today.
Values
have been thrown out the window, things we once held dear have gone
belly-up, and the version of Islam that is practised resembles a cult.
Umno Baru is about tribalism, nationalism wants to wipe out
multiculturalism, and religious extremism has removed many of our
freedoms. The only ones who prosper are the bigots, who enjoy the protection of the tribal leaders and members of the cult.
The rest of us are ruled with fear or favour. Gone are the days when most of us did things because it was right. There is no end to the insanity. Should we resign ourselves as the
newly emerging Afghanistan, Rhodesia, or Lebanon (take your pick) of
Southeast Asia?
Drug addicts who steal a few ringgits from
collection boxes in the mosques are manhandled and roughed up before
being handed over to the police. The crowd will scream "shame on you"
and demand that the thieves be beaten to a pulp.
Incredibly, no
one bats an eyelid when the man who stole billions of ringgits from the
taxpayer was given a hero's welcome in the Umno Baru convention centre
in Johor Bahru last week.
They championed
the convicted felon, Najib Abdul Razak, for his successful campaign to
win Johor. He left Malaysia with a trillion ringgit debt. The money he
stole would have funded good schools, better wages for teachers,
improved health care for the elderly, better infrastructure, and more
flood mitigation measures.
Instead, he was treated like a minor celebrity. This is not the Malaysia that I recognise.
The
people who voted Umno Baru failed to think about the consequences of
Najib's theft. This is a failure of the Malaysian education system.
Keeping the masses stupid is Umno-Baru's successful formula.
Brains and skills donāt count
In
Umno Baru households, they talk about the "BossKu" tidal wave, but this
was no political tsunami. The win was a lucky coincidence.
It
happened because opposition supporters suffered from election fatigue,
but more importantly, who wants to step out of the house into foul
weather just to cast a vote for any Pakatan Harapan candidate?
Harapan is in disarray,
lacked a clear election strategy, and openly disagreed with one
another. I do not recall Anwar Ibrahim acknowledging his role in this
mess. Four defeats in a row is a sign of failure. The voting public is
not stupid.
The signals that Anwar sends shows that he is more concerned about his still unfulfilled quest to be prime minister.
There
appears to be a fatalistic resignation with PKR that anyone who
attempts to inject new life into it faces opposition. Rafizi Ramli
stated his intention to re-enter politics, and before the hubbub had
died down, he was attacked by the former Perak PKR chief Farhash Wafa Salvador.
PKR members lack discipline. Housekeeping and weeding within the party are vital.
Whilst
in a celebratory mood, the jubilant Johore Umno Baru/BN crowd received
the cold shower treatment. After all their hard work, the choice of
menteri besar was not theirs to make. Only masochists would dare to
object. Why do we keep pretending that we have a constitutional
monarchy?
The people of Perak suffered a similar fate in 2009 and 2018 when their choice of MB was brushed aside. Ahmad Faizal Azumu cannot even run a bath, but others thought that he was brilliant at running the state.
This
is the Malaysia of today. Brains and skills don't count, but if you are
good at "ampu bodek-ology", even highly educated people are easily
conned.
Faizal picked up the MB's pension as a lifelong reward and
leap-frogged to a ministerial post. What did we get? A mismanaged
state, its youth and overseas Perakians refusing to return to rebuild
Perak.
Does the state assembly not have a code of conduct for
assemblypersons and a clause whereby aduns must declare their assets.
Why did someone from outside the assembly, and a non-politician, have to
announce the asset declaration?
One iron lady rather many female sycophants
In
my childhood, protests were about a physical presence on the streets.
In 21st century Malaysia, many people have the impression that a
well-fought political battle is determined by huge numbers of Facebook
"likes".
Outside of the internet, we destroy our forests several
times over. We fell the trees and sold the logs for profit. Having
cleared the land of all vegetation, we introduce monoculture, like oil
palm, again for profit. We don't care if the forests are protected. We
don't care about the undiscovered species of flora and fauna or if the
wildlife and indigenous people are deprived of their habitat.
Where
are the women? Forget quotas for women in government. I would rather
have one iron lady who can tackle the issues effectively and effectively
silence reprobates like Bung Moktar Radin and Tajuddin Abdul Rahman
than have a full quota of spineless and clueless female sycophants. If
the deputy minister for the women's ministry advocates violence in unhappy marriages, one wonders how effective this ministry is.
Did
schoolgirls who complained about teachers joking about rape get
support? No! Where were the voices of concerned mothers, aunts, nieces,
daughters, grandmothers to support the schoolgirl? Do they need their
husband's permission to speak out?
The
Malaysia of today does not empower women and yet, during my youth, most
menfolk would tell their daughters that both physical and financial
freedom can be acquired via education.
In medieval Europe, the
church and crown were sworn enemies. The head of the clergy promised his
flock the kingdom of heaven only if they observed his religious
doctrine. The king promised heaven on earth to his subjects, provided
they obeyed him.
Both vied for the attention of ordinary people
because without the blood, sweat and taxes of citizens, neither the
church nor the crown could prosper.
Both became rich by manipulating the masses. Centuries later, transpose the word 'church' with religion. Nothing's changed.
Very
soon, the golden goose called Malaysia will be admitted into the ICU.
When it dies, will we fight over its carcass?
Must we hit rock bottom
before we regain our senses?