Tuesday, 30 April 2013

GE13: MY FINAL PLEA

In a few days more, Malaysians of all races, ages, socio economic status and blood type would cast their votes on 5 May 2013 after being held in limbo by a mandateless PM for the past 5 years. Needless to say, the outcome of the election is one that is highly anticipated with both Pakatan and BN having a lot at stake. Najib and Anwar could either be the next PM for Malaysia or just fade away after 5 May 2013.

My plea here today is this, as much as we might think that we are a democratic country with every person having the right to vote for their party of choice, your choice in which party you vote for goes beyond your democratic right. It’s a decision of morality. A decision between right and wrong. A decision between standing up for the victims of injustice. A decision for a better Malaysia. Here is why:

1.       You are not voting for/against a Republican/Democrat or even the Labor or Conservative political party where both parties are equally at par intellectually and progressively with each other. Your choices are of a moral choice – to continue to endorse corruption and mismanagement of our funds or to vote in a possibly better government which has proven to be more accountable, transparent and less corrupt in the sates they have governed. How many multi-million dollars scandals do they have tied to them to date as compared to BN? But Pakatan seems to have more of their members serving jail time than BN. Ironic.
2.       You are not voting for which party cleans your drain, tars your road really quickly, answers to your DBKL problem, showcases his singing skills or his bedroom skills – you are voting for a party which is able to make a difference to the country, someone who would stand up for what is right regardless of the consequences. Think about this, abolishment of tols, reduction of tol rates, abolishment of ISA, the somewhat better treatment of peaceful assembly and the now possibility of buying cheaper cars... whose fight was and success was it really? If Pakatan together with the social movement of the day have not fought for all of these for years, with the likelihood of unjust imprisonment, police brutality, tear gas, FRU beating, would these successes be even possible? For all these sacrifices don’t you think that giving them just 5 years to showcase what they can do for the country is fair? Which BN candidate has actually been jailed for standing up against a minister who raped a minor?
3.       Individuals – Pakatan has to date showcased some very impressive individuals who have given up their bright or comfortable future just to get their hands dirty with meager pay to see a better Malaysia in the future. You gotta ask yourself why. Why would Rafizi Ramli get paid RM10k+ which includes paying their staff (if he gets elected this time around) when he had such a bright future at Petronas? Why would Nurul Izzah risk going through what her dad had to go through? Why would Tony Pua, with all his successes bother with Malaysian politics when he was already running a successful company listed on the SGX SESDAQ? Why would Hannah Yeoh get herself muddled in DAP when she could have sat  back and enjoyed her life with her 2 kids probably earning a lot more in the corporate world and not having to worry about medical bills? Why?
4.       You cannot separate voting for just policies and turning a blind eye to what really happens in reality. My Jib Gor talks about 1Malaysia, but yet he selects Zulkipli Nordin to stand in Shah Alam when he knew darn well before the racist remarks he’s made against the Indians. And to make things worse, Perkasa’s Ibrahim Ali is nominated for a straight fight in Pasir Mas through a cunning move by the UMNO candidate to step away. You cannot help to but conclude that it was all part of the show to get Ibrahim Ali a straight fight. An absolute bigot who wanted to burn your Bibles with Allah printed on them and the one who threatened us Chinese to stock up on food if we didn’t cancel the Bersih rally (like we were the only ones attending). Apart from all of these, the cow head incident, Ridhuan Tee’s, Utusan articles and the many more racially “inspired” events just to make sure that we are continually divided and continually fear for our safety and the best part in all of these, no or barely any action has been taken against these individuals. If you think that has ended, look at how BN is campaigning – race and religion continuously is used to instill fear that we cannot trust and we shouldn’t respect each other’s believes and way of life. Don’t make excuses that “My MP is not Ibrahim Ali so it’s ok to vote for BN” or “he is only but one”. You are not voting for just the individual but what the party says and acts on what it believes in. If you believe this is how Malaysia should progress then I do not blame you for voting BN.
5.       A vote to BN would also mean you endorse a party which carries so much tainted leaders and scandals involving rings, berkin handbags, cows, submarines, PKFZ, Mongolians, Sukhoi jets, billionaire Sarawakian and President porn star or you are just turning a blind eye. In any proper government, half the leaders today would have to step down – Bill Clinton should have joined Malaysian politics. He would probably still be the man of the hour and not the guy in the backstage. Please remember that there was no incriminating video evidence against him – just a recorded testimony from Lewinsky unlike our dear MCA PRESIDENT. Don’t justify the wrongs that have been committed by saying, “All parties have their scandals as well” because in any righteous party, these people would have been dealt with immediately… but not in Malaysia. What has happened to Lingam, Teoh Beng Hock, Atlantuya… N.O.T.H.I.N.G. It took BN years before they sorta kinda put Khir Toyo in jail and that white lion in Sarawak, he’s still roaming free and has the balls to ignore MACC (our supposedly “independent” all powerful commission). As much as this is just cases of corruption but remember, in all these cases, there are people on the receiving end – the clients against Lingam who never saw justice, the orang asli’s in Sarawak who have lost their lands, the refugees who have to constantly bribe RELA officers to leave them alone  – your decision affects them too.
6.       Some argue, economically, it seems that BN has a better plan to drive the nation. Let me then ask you, would economics outlook today mean anything if corruption and billion dollar scandals is allowed to thrive in Malaysia. How is it that every other year, from the Auditor Generals report that we have ministries procuring items at exorbitant prices? Every year. Every effing year. And this is just probably the tip of the iceberg. Imagine if submarines were part of the A.G.’s report. My dear friends, the money spend… that’s your money. Say something, stand up and make that difference. Pakatan to date proved that they can better manage the states under them than their predecessors. I didn’t say that, the A.G. report did. So which makes more economic sense, continuous mismanagement of our funds or a party that better manages it?
7.       Apart from all of that, it only makes logic sense to vote in a new government which has shown themselves capable in the states they have ruled in for this very simple reason – NEWBIE PASSION. In our organizations, who are the most gung-ho people? The ones that would go all out to make sure they get confirmed in 6 mths? Who wouldn’t be experienced enough to pull a hanky-panky? Who is so darn scared of making mistakes? Who would literally kow-tow to their bosses? NEWBIES. These are the qualities that I am assured of when I vote Pakatan into power. They are all out passionate to show that they can rule. Their heads are not as big. Their ears are spanking clean to listen to what us the people want. They’re dead scared to be caught doing anything wrong and they know who their bosses are.
8.       Finally, this might sound really crude and vulgar but this is my best illustration so please pardon me for the language. Before you vote for a party, please ask yourself – Which political party can you feel their balls closest to the palm of your hand? This is very important, because in order to make Malaysia a better country, you need leaders who are at your mercy and not the other way around. When we as a nation demand a less corrupted administration, our palms must be close enough to tighten our grip so that they move and if they don’t we are able to further tighten our grip till it causes enough pain at the groin for them to do act. I know for sure that there is barely any breathing space between my palms and Pakatans balls cause they have no choice but to listen to the people, but with BN, an aeroplane could probably fly between my hand and their balls. They need to be push so hard before they start making changes. Every year we tell them, uphold justice they do a half back RCI on Lingam which ended up with nuts. We tell them, abolish ISA, they condemn your CANDLE vigils, send FRUs at you, tell you “The hell with abolishing it. We NEED ISA. We cannot abolish ISA” until finally relenting after so many years and they tell you now, “It’s our achievement”. We tell them get rid of corrupted leaders and we get the white tiger from Sarawak telling you 2 years ago he’ll step down and is still running for election this time around and he HAS the balls to tell MACC, “Get lost”.

I am writing this with my 20 days old baby on my lap, ignoring my 2 year old daughter who is yearning for some attention just so that I can finish writing this article before the elections. I am sacrificing my time so that my children would have a better Malaysia to live in. A Malaysia that is truly one, where injustices are dealt with without fear or favor, a Malaysia where our resources are equally distributed regardless of race (and not just to cronies) and a Malaysia where leaders are held accountable and who truly listens to the people (and not just on advertisement on billboards).

P/S - If any of you tell me that, “If PAS comes to power and implement hudud how?”, I’ll bring out the bagful of both my kids dirty diaper, make soup out of it and force feed you. Read more about PAS and Hudud here.

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Thursday, 4 April 2013

MY HEART BROKE

 CRUSHED! BEATEN! SMASHED! GRINDED! SQUEEZED OF ITS EVERY LIFE!

Every Sunday for the past couple of months, we’ve been sending Athalie to Sunday school right after worship. As my wife is heavily pregnant now, I have been the one bringing her to the back, sitting together with her initially and then standing behind while she independently does her work interjecting only occasionally. The main idea of it all was that in the near future, she’ll be able to sit all by herself without me being there and she being ok with it. To slowly achieve this, I have been occasionally disappearing from the back and usually within 5 min, she would come looking for me. The very first time I disappeared, she was absolutely ok and when thru the entire class without me in it at all. We were so happy then at how independent she became so quickly. However, the second time around when I disappeared, she cried. Then after telling her where I would always be, she would just whine and walk to where I was “hiding” and ask me to go back and stand at the back (so she could always see me). So that was the usual routine every Sunday at her Sunday school class.

This fine Sunday however, for some reason, the Sunday school teacher decided that it was high time the parents all disappeared, NEVER to return until the class is over (EVEN IF YOUR KID CRIES). She first suggested it to the parents to leave, however some were still mingling, not willing to depart from their kid. I very nervously decided that it was time for Athalie to be independent and bravely I told the teacher, I’m leaving and if anything, I’ll be outside. Me- the Brave and Mighty Dad. Afterall, I’ve been the biggest proponent of letting kids cry and not giving in. Slowly I creeped out, Athalie didn’t know I disappeared then.

5 minutes after, to my horror, wailings were heard from within the class. The teacher had actually shooed all the parents out and as I stood outside the door, I could see the parents streaming out amidst the cries and wails and there Athalie was, in the teacher’s arm crying her heart out for me… “I want Daddy!!! I want Daddy!!! I want Daddy!!!” The teacher shut the door. My heart stopped.

Disoriented. Guilty. My heart just dropped at the sight of her crying and me not being able to soothe her. While the other parents left, I stood by the door, hoping to get a glimpse of her being ok. But all I heard was more wailing and crying from the room and I was so darn sure I heard  Athalie still crying her heart out for me but yet I couldn’t see her. I could only hear her wails and cries. I tried looking for another way to get a glimpse of her but to no avail.

What have I done!!?!? What if she cries herself crazy??!?!?? What if this leads to more insecurity and she becomes super attached/dependent on us after this?!?!?? What if she hates me after this??!?! WWWWHHHAAATTTT IIIIFFFFFFFF……?!?!?!?!?!

As I stood outside, a friend of mine who had to bring his kid out cause he was underage for the trauma was outside with me as well. Unable to quell my uneasiness and my disorientation, I asked him for a favor – “BC, could you go into the room and see if Athalie is ok”. He said sure. He went in, and as I anxiously waited for him to let me know her status, he told me this, “There’s too many kids crying inside. I couldn’t see Athalie”…. …. …. I was like WTH!!! There’s not a lot of kids in there and all I asked was for you to look for Athalie and see how she was!!!!! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh….!!!! My heart remained as restless and disoriented as it was.

While all the parents had gone back to the main sanctuary to listen to the sermon, I just couldn’t bring myself to sit out there, so far away from Athalie. I wanted to grab her and hug her the moment she stepped out of the class to tell her how sorry I was for leaving her there. So I sat in some place in between the main sanctuary and the Sunday school area.

The teacher emerged from the class carrying a boy who couldn’t stop wailing back to the mother. She saw me sitting at the “in-between” and told me, “Go sit in the sanctuary. Don’t worry about your daughter. She’s ok”. She told me this 3 times and my reply was always, “It’s ok”. I remained sitted where I was. I wasn’t going to budge. I will be the first thing my daughter sees when she’s done. She went back to her class.

I sneaked back to the door just so I could hear if Athalie was still crying. There were still wailing kids inside but I couldn’t make out Athalie’s voice anymore. But hopping and squinting through the door, I couldn’t see Athalie and hence couldn’t be sure of her exact condition.

My wife, suddenly pop in the area and she told me that it was already the sermon’s last slide. I totally forgot I was on bass duty that week and I had to go back to the main sanctuary to play the closing song. I told her what had happened and she was like as cool as a cucumber. No disorientation. No worry. Nothing. I had now become the crazy, clinging, disoriented father who had detachment issue with my daughter. She was the matured mother.

Went back on stage to play the last song. I could hardly focus as all there was in my mind was going back to the back to get my daughter (of course I played a couple of wrong chords). After the last song, I became even more anxious to sprint all the way to the back to see her but had to stay on a couple more of minutes to play what I would call a “disbursing song” where we just played the chorus of the song, while the crowd gets up and exits. Right when it ended, put my bass down and walked as quickly as I could to the back.

There she was, with slightly puffy eyes, and the first word she uttered, “I cried today in Sunday school”. How my heart dropped at the ordeal that she had to go through. Instead of letting her walk by herself (I’ve always asked her walked whenever she wanted to be carried), I told her, “You want Daddy to carry?” and she was non-chalant about my request. Too traumatized or just too distracted with the array of toys she had in her hand, I do not know.

So there it was, me the bravest, the loudest of them all and the biggest proponent of letting children cry to help them to the next level put to the test. In real life situation. ULTIMATE FAIL.