Rudyard Kipling"
“When 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 soldier”
General Douglas MacArthur"
“We are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.”
“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.”
“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .” “The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
“Nobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
“It 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."
Hawking the same fare - ‘You help me, I help you’ By R Nadeswaran
Saturday, October 22, 2022
Malaysiakini : But who cares? What convention? Do they have to follow or comply?
Detractors and critics can say what they want, but the belief is that
the government knows best and that it can do no wrong.
A week
after Parliament was dissolved, Ismail Sabri Yaakob announced that
Putrajaya had agreed in principle to waive some RM223.8 million in debts
owed by Felcra settlers. How would this be stated in the books? Bad
debts? Gifts? Election promises?
After the big money promise, on Thursday,
he turned to hawkers and petty traders in the Klang Valley and the
familiar long-forgotten “You help me, I help you” phrase thundered
across Dataran Merdeka in Kuala Lumpur. (The man who created it and used
it in elections is now languishing in Kajang Prison.)
Putting
himself in the shoes of hawkers, he declared: "The hawkers are close to
my heart. I was once a hawker myself when I was in primary school. I was
a lemon hawker on the sidewalk and I even sold fish at the weekly
market in Temerloh town.”
This was perhaps, when rent collection was little heard about, the
odd fellow seeking some to supplement his income. Then, with the arrival
of that doctor as the prime minister, middle persons mushroomed,
multiplied and rent-seeking was transformed into an art and became
entrenched as part of the administrative culture.
All about the money
These
days, they are at it at all levels of the administration. You can’t
supply any big-ticket medical equipment to the government without going
through them. They sit and collect their millions doing nothing but
lending their names “to do business”. Ditto for scores of their
government supplies.
Lower down the rung are staff of local
councils and political minnows who are said to be only getting the
crumbs, but a heap has value - plenty of money.
Ismail Sabri Yaakob addressing a strong crowd of thousands of hawkers and petty traders at Dataran Merdeka on Thursday
Some
of them and their relatives get choice stalls at hawkers’ complexes.
Some get hawker licences while others wait in line for years. But some
of these licensees don’t hawk anything - except their licences.
The system of pajak
(leasing) sets back the entrepreneurial hawker. He pays a fee to use
the licence of another and occupies the stall at up to 10 times the rate
set by the local council. Walk around hawker centres and you will see
one operator occupying three, sometimes more stalls.
Some of you
must have come across a Hokkien mee stall operated by a Myanmar or a
Vietnamese selling fish head curry or even a Bangladeshi selling tom yam
by the roadside.
At the height of the movement control order two
years ago, all foreign and unlicenced traders were removed from the
peripherals of the Selayang wholesale market. They are back operating
oblivious to the dozens of council officers who make daily visits.
Doesn’t this say something?
How do they do it? Do they have licences? If not, why has no action been taken? The same old phrases - kau tim and setel
are in operation. Now, you know why we come across hawker licences
during the festive period changing hands for five-figure sums.
Signing blank cheque
Talking
to the hawkers, Ismail Sabri committed himself: “That's why whatever
request is made by the hawkers’ associations, I will definitely approve
them.
“Maybe the hawkers’ association will come to see me with a
memorandum, I have yet to read the letter. However, if this government
returns to power, we will approve it.”
It
was like signing a blank cheque. Ismail Sabri said that five hawkers
and petty traders’ associations in the Federal Territories had submitted
their memorandum to the caretaker government and believed they were
mainly asking for allocations.
So, what do they do with the money? Will all of them benefit or only a selected few as past experiences have shown?
What
hawkers and petty traders need is a conducive environment to ply their
trade without harassment from any party or their earnings looted by the
rent seekers and middlemen.
While competition is welcome, there
must be a level playing field where everyone complies with the standard
requirements of the law.
Ismail Sabri can start by insisting that
all hawker stalls must be owner-operated and revoke the licences of
those who choose to lease them and sit at home in their bungalows and
collect regular stipends for doing nothing.
Wouldn’t this be a
more equitable way of helping them instead of making empty promises and
throwing away good money? Will local councils play ball or try hard to
derail?