Who will be PM?


The man they want as their PM-designate is sadly in jail
Imprisoned for a crime we've been told he didn't commit
But campaigning for his innocence seems destined to fail
Hampered by various sinister obstructions I must admit

The man they did NOT want as PM has nominated himself
Saying that if people are desperate for an experienced PM
Yes, he shouted after chucking his baker's apron on a shelf
F**k Putrajaya, he'll even build his Palais de Buckingham


He claims impressive track records in money & banking
In surreal looking bridge as well as automobile production
Steel industry, gigantic dam, tin trading and road tolling
He knows the methods of constitutional ..ahem.. reduction

His charms are devastating, his once mortal foe can testify
While his anger is ruthless as felt by his erstwhile mentee
He is a walking encyclopedia, a know-all who is never shy
He can be your future PM but only when he hears your plea


Some say he is ashamed of and hides his ancestral origin
But that does not seem true as he has shown he likes roti
A delicious breakfast taken with dahl on a Sunday mornin'
Everyone likes roti, Punjabis, Telugus, Tamils & Malayalee

I cannot find anyone wrong with him, he is sans blemish
For an experienced PM-designate we needn't look too far
But wait wait wait, just one point, not something to relish
He might have just a fault if any, dia selalu mudah lupa



Drama Queen and the Blue Whale

The gab master told us a truly fantastic tale
What he had caught one day when fishing
A behemoth of 400,000 tons, a blue whale
And just with raffia string, bull and panjing

 And its tongue is forked

T'was in Sungei Bumi he landed the Putera
Prince of the Sea, a member of the baleen
Mind, I didn't realise he would go that far
Not knowing his DNA and inherited gene

Oh oh, Ox shallow River said 400K it's not
The whale was just a mere 40K (lb) pounds
T'was just a f**king sardine he had bought
Making all his adoring believers into clowns

But such bullshit is what'll make a minister
Yes, one will be the prettiest Drama Queen 
So said the 180-degrees about-turn traitor
Hearing all these, I sure need more caffeine


Crabs of Hinduism

FMT - Santiago: All parties, not Hindraf alone must help Indians (selected extracts):

DAP MP Charles Santiago disagrees with Hindraf's position that only an Indian-dominated body can look after the welfare of the community [...]

[He said]: I have always spoken against race-based politics. And Hindraf’s position that only an Indian dominated party or organisation can look out for the welfare of other Indians in the country doesn’t sit well with me.

While I do agree that the Indian representation is lacking in the federal opposition, the responsibility of addressing the aspirations of the Indians remains with all parties.

In fact, it’s the onus of every political party in the country to address the needs of the poor, marginalised and disenfranchised.

I read Hindraf secretary Muniandy Ponnusamy’s statement with amusement. It reminded me of the very famous story about crabs pulling each other down – a powerful metaphor for what is often touted as a very typical Indian trait of not letting other Indians forge ahead.

It’s essential that instead of reacting, Muniandy spend some time really looking into Hindraf’s relevance to the Indians and also Malaysia’s political scene.

And by the way, taking pot shots at me won’t help Hindraf recapture the imagination of the Indians.

Tho' annoying but yes, strangely it amuses me too
To be pulled down by those crabby crabs of Hindraf
When you ask Indians about Hindraf they cried who?
Hence they fear the DAP who to Indians do not bluff

Hindraf wants to corner representation for Tambee
So they can strut around in Senate and Parliament
As Yang Berhormat who will appear busy as a bee
But in reality become Big Maharajah's so corpulent

Crabs may be crabby but yes they need to be eaten
Cooked in chillie sauce and goreng kaukau to death
Better for them to be makan instead of being beaten
Bet they'll preach Ganesh even unto their last breath

That's the problem of politics that lean on the Divine
Beguiling the victim-voters into supporting the party
Instead of policies they play on superstitious mind
Hoping faith clouds voters' eyes to not think and see


Urgently required: Ashes Surveyor

MM Online - IGP Khalid to retire on Monday (extracts):

KUALA LUMPUR, Sept 3 — Tan Sri Khalid Abu Bakar will officially retire from service as Inspector-General of Police (IGP) at a ceremony to hand over duties to his successor at the Police Training Centre (Pulapol), here, tomorrow.

Deputy Prime Minister Datuk Seri Dr Ahmad Zahid Hamidi, who is also Home Minister, is expected to attend the ceremony scheduled for tomorrow morning.

Khalid said his retirement tomorrow, which would be one day earlier than his birthday on Tuesday was decided by he himself.

“Yes, it’s true that I will be retiring tomorrow and my plan after this is to enrol in cookery class at the Malaysian Institute of Baking in Petaling Jaya,” he told Bernama.

Aiyoh, where can lah. How men. Who will be looking out for seditious ashes slipping into Malaysia?

But here's Ong Boon Hwa's chance to return to Sitiawan to rest his soul.

The post at the lonely border will be vacant
I dread none will look out for seditious ashes
That of the nasty naughty communist agent
Through our ethnic barriers his soul crashes

Who says there is no more communist here
When it is obvious vote losses UMNO fears 
Of the Heartland who dreads the buccaneer
The 'faithful' sees him as bogeyman 4 years

what treaty - can't remember 

Sadly, one renegade to an international treaty
Put paid to the meaning of integrity & honour
Prohibited Chin Peng's return dishonourably
Treachery's his name, full of ugly dishonour

Now Heaven punishes him for an oath broken
Consigns him to utter shame and humiliation
Ignored by his 'faithful', he's truly heartbroken
But it's only Heaven's way of divine retribution

Malaysia semua Boleh so think BIG lah


Home for Rohingyas?

Compare current Malaysian compassion for Rohingyas to how we had badly treated the Vietnamese during their dire moments as they fled the communists in their homeland to arrive here by boats.

vietnamese boat people 

We even had a very nasty bigoted high ranking politician threatening to tow their hardly-seaworthy vessels out to the high seas again and/or shoot them.

If we want to be compassionate towards the Rohingyas then that should be based on universal values and not on blind religious or ethnic loyalties, and a compassion which should be universally applied to everyone deserving of such sympathies.

Oh Rohingyas Rohingyas Quo Vadis
Flotsam of Poms, you colonial debris
Like Malayan Cinapeks if you please
Though the latter, alas, could not see

That your problems are almost similar
To theirs, save an exception in religion
That's the one with moon and scimitar
Which ruled Arakan in arbitrary fashion

You couldn't mix with local Burmese
Nor consider the locals as your kind
You treated them as if they've disease
Class them as pariahs, infidels, swine

Ali Jinnah didn't want bigoted loyalty
That you offered to his pure Pakistan
Instead of pledging to Burma loyalty
You thus rendered citizenship undone

Now you cry songs & tears of  sorrow
You gnash your teeth & tear your hair
Sadly for you, there seems no morrow
A sky with storms but not weather fair

Go home to Mother Land, Bangladesh
End thy Diaspora, run to Sheik Hasina
Cease silly threats and militarism brash
Such extremities won't take you very far

Be like the Malayan Cinapeks who live
In Malaysia amidst peace and harmony
Strong has been their wish their belief
In a life of co-happiness & co-prosperity

Live anew in what once was E Pakistan
With your brethren of Bengali ethnicity
That may end your sad & sorrowful run
Which unchecked may be unto eternity



Thanks MACC

Part 1

Thanks MACC for taking action on my report
Should I also tell on the reclamation scheme
Appreciate your wonderful prompt support
Your speedy response has 4 me been a dream

F**k Pakatan for I'm the Malaysian Mata Hari
I owe allegiance only to the one I alone know
Reclamation or whatever like a seedy factory
Moi would let the MACC know where to go

Mata Hari

real name Margaretha Geertruida "Margreet" MacLeod

Born: 7 August 1876, Leeuwarden, Netherlands
Died: 15 October 1917, Vincennes, France by firing squad 

Part 2

Thanks MACC despite your still unexplained
Part in Teoh Beng Hock's most horrid death
But nonetheless thanks as I've much gained
When you hound my foe into great distress

F**k TBH's family and forget what I did promise
I want to be be in Prince-City 'ere my retirement
Justice, integrity and honour I will give a miss
Stop dreaming I'd even care about sentiment


Life-long punishment

Deemed a bastard & consigned to being a bin Abdullah
A lesser human, one to be forever scorned as a mongrel
Feathered & tarred by cruel people, the dastardly mullah
To be jeered by society as one possibly born in a brothel

in Selangor we back mufti of Perak 

The Divine One looks from above, and shakes His head
At those who claim to be His clerics but sadly heartless
Who brazenly claim to talk for God above, so they said
But 'tween secular & clerics' laws, which's of darkness

By their cruelty, their arrogance, he became a bin Mutt

Smeared forever, though for what purpose, I must ask
Branded as an illegitimate, the leper's mark is clearcut
Stigmatised, to prove he's innocent will be no easy task

as a public servant, I only obey a fatwa and f**k secular laws 

Why do so-called men of god want such an evil tattoo
To be inked on all innocent babies born out of wedlock
Such life-long punishment wouldn't be from a bhikkhu
Nor should it be from a cleric to a member of his flock

Ishmael bin Abdullah, not Ishmael bin Musa 


God created all creatures

FMT - Subang DAP youth leader denies quitting over ‘gay iftar’ (extracts):

PETALING JAYA: The founding president of a lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) rights group, has quit his posts in DAP after having organised a “gay iftar” last month, MalayMail Online (MMO) reported.

Numan Afifi, of Pelangi Campaign, ... [...] ... however, denies being forced to quit from his posts by the party following the controversy raised after the “gay iftar” breaking of fast event on June 10, organised by Pelangi Campaign.

“I think for the cause I’m doing, I don’t want it to be affected by politics. So I think it’s best for the activism I’m doing to not be influenced by politics,” Numan told MMO, adding that he remains a DAP member.

Two DAP youth leaders also denied that the party had anything to do with Numan’s decision to quit from his posts.

LGBT is such a sensitive issue in religiously conservative Malaysia (not just with Muslims but Christians as well) that poor Numan Afifi felt he has to quit his political job just because he merely organised a 'gay' iftar.

This sounds ridiculous but not in Malaysia, where God's creation can be edited, audited and vetted for approval by mortal priests (of the Abrahamic religions).

By the way, for Malaysians (including and especially Malays, wakakaka) who might have forgotten what is the Malay term of 'buka puasa', it means the current Arab word 'iftar', wakakaka again.

LBGT flag

(top to bottom) Hot pink Sex, Red Life, Orange Healing, Yellow Sunlight,
Green Nature, Turquoise Magic/Ar
t, Indigo Serenity, Violet Spirit

Buddhist flag
Buddhist Truth & compassion

(left to right) blue Compassion, yellow Middle-way (moderation), red Blessing of practice (achievement, wisdom, virtue, fortune and dignity), white Purity of Dhamma – leading to liberation, timeless, orange Wisdom of Buddha's teaching, 6th compound colours Truth of the Buddha's teaching

The beautiful Pelangi people came for 'iftar'
In colours like the flag of Truth & Compassion
BTW, 'iftar' in our lingo means 'buka puasa'
When passion was for Allah, not Arabisation

They respect the Divine words on Ramadan
Abstaining thro' discipline and devoted piety
Praying, only breaking puasa at setting sun
They, best of god's children, fast in empathy

Priests of Hatred revile these God's Children
Defiling the Almighty's own beautiful creation
Insulting the Lord's hard work with derision
Blaspheming divine work without realisation

They believe not in God but enhanced prestige
Indulging in vile threats of malevolent hostility
Not unlike dark occult forces used to bewitch
Blind lemming-like followers of their religiosity



Rats and Rats - Which?

The Malaysian Insight - Thaqif died of bacteria attack, second post mortem reveals (extracts):

MOHAMAD Thaqif Amin Mohd Gaddafi, a religious school student whose death caused an uproar in April, died of leptospirosis, a bacterial disease that affects humans and animals, the second post mortem revealed.

Thaqif's family, however, are incensed that they were given this news today by reporters, instead of the police or the Health Ministry.

His mother, Felda Wani Ahmad told The Malaysian Insight today that she will not accept the post mortem results, questioning why none of the other students in the school – Madrasah Tahfiz Al-Jauhar – had not contracted the disease.

The last check showed that the school had 109 students and six teachers.

"Something is not right," Felda told The Malaysian Insight. [...]

A 29-year-old assistant warden in the school was arrested to facilitate investigations as reports emerged that he had beaten Thaqif with a rubber hose.

The assistant warden, who had a previous conviction for robbery, was later released on a RM20,000 court bond.

Felda also questioned why the police and hospital authorities did not inform her and the family before releasing the results to the media.

"I'm still shocked, I think the results are illogical. We can accept that he (Thaqif) is gone, but we cannot accept the results," she said.

I have to admit, that like Thaqif's mum, I am not satisfied with the findings of the second post-mortem.

Recall, earlier the exhumation was also done without his mum knowing. His mum was so much in grief about the unexpected (initially unknown to her) exhumation said: "It's not a cat but my son".

Again for an unforgivable second time, the Ministry of Health f**ked it up, lacking basic decent courtesy in informing Thaqif's family of the exhumation findings before releasing them to the press. WTF has been going on?

It's somewhat strange none of the other students at Madrasah Tahfiz Al-Jauhar suffered in any degree from leptospirosis.

Was Thaqif so uniquely unfortunate, perhaps cursed by God or Satan (take your pick) as to be the ONLY student in the Madrasah to be inflicted by the poisonous rat urine?

Thaqif, you must be strange if God picked only you
To be afflicted by poisonous effect of leptospirosis
Why'd the Almighty picked on a good Muslim too
You just wanted to be a Hafiz, not to suffer necrosis

Legs already amputated, your arm was about to be
This time they blamed the rats, the dogs were not
Throughout the exhumation they ignored your family
Y? Perhaps they didn't want to, perhaps they 'forgot'

And you prayed to Allah swt for your parents to know
Horrible abuses & beatings heaped upon you 2 awful
You just wanted a change of Madrasah and not to forgo
Studying the Quran; the torture was too much for you

We quote Shakespeare to describe a situation wrong
"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark"
You could not tolerate the beatings, you did not belong
In a Madrasah that beat student limbs until they're dark

Perfect Baloney

The Mat Salleh claimed I support Anwar
And I regretted my persecutions of him
What bullshit, they've really gone too far
Capitalising upon a repentance theme

I'd never repent, I'd never ever apologise
'Coz I've never and won't ever be wrong
Mind you, in my perfection there is a price
But that's my secret, written in my song

It's a song of brazen bulldozing baloney
To feed to those ‘mudah-lupa’ masses
Sweetening also the dedak with honey
You'd soon have them kissing your ass

Perfect? Then why did Forex go kaput?
Why did Maminco become Makuwasa?
We'd now be eating oysters, not siput
EPF'd still be 2 billion better off thus far

Yes, You might have PERFECTed baloney
In saying no objection to PM being Anwar
Forgive? With your heart black as ebony
That'd be like you giving up Proton Saga

Now you need him, you do need Anwar
But once used, won't he be buang astray
He will be like your 'successful' Perwaja
Cast off but 8 billion still hilang till today

Recall Memali, Ops Lalang & Project IC
Musa copped it sweet for your first call
Police in the 2nd, 3rd you ‘couldn't’ ID
Perfect indeed, your 'mudah lupa' stall

You do not want to talk about the past
But those who can't learn from history
Are fated to re-do it, as taught in class
We've had enough of your evil liturgy

dreaming of my best friend

but don't forget MAS too


3 'Old Goats'

three grumpy 'Old Goats'

Three old galoots took us for a toxic ride
Fill our minds with venom for one another
Thus we have only hatred and ethnic pride
Not considering other as sister and brother

Their individual middle name is Division
Distrust Disrespect Dislike each's surname
They love clashes, conflict, confrontation
Agitating provoking inciting are their game

These old codgers, they are far far worse
Than the Four Horsemen of D'Apocalypse
Poisoning goodwill in every spoken verse
Promoting darkness, shadows and eclipse

They love Pestilence, War, Famine, Death
Riding on horses white, red, black & pale
Exhaling vicious venomous viperish breath
Ethnic division their deadly rancorous sale

I mean 'men', 3 men 

Call them 92, 76, 69 or 3 prophets of hate
Their Kabbalah figures are hexes to beguile
Abracadabra just for their own power sake
Their laughs're of hyena, tears of crocodile

They resent their own ginormous mistakes
But with karma running out their mortality
They want to have & also eat up their cakes
That's why they resent our youthful vitality

very old billy goats 

Leave & let our nation be more harmonious
They should cease spraying muhibbah-cide
We want to regain our country once glorious
Stop leading us like lemmings into suicide

We want to play 'soccer' again like Mokhtar
Arumugam, Santokh Singh, and Chin Aun
Malaysia need civility, decency, muhibbah
Give us more Ola Bola stories, joy and fun

where old goats ought to end up

best for everyone


Three boats, three legs

They curse the man who stands at same time
On two separate boats with one foot on each
An opportunist with no moral, overt or sublime
Worse, to us true believers he dares to preach 

But you have not see him in his full notoriety
Where he has a third leg for one more boat
There is just no end to his sinister infidelity
What treachery and sellout he has invoked

He claims pseudo-leadership of the coalition
Only by default of his supremacist Di-An-A
Behind, he hugs a foe of Green Imposition
In scheming league per his perfidious way

Wait, there's more as he flirts with a newbie
A devious still-active despot, so damnable
Their Di-An-A make a Supremacist coterie
Arrogantly oblivious to proletarian struggle

Party factionalism results sadly in cessation
Of aid for once Loh Gwo Burne's constituency
Wong's Wrong-ed; Wrong-ed Wong's vexation
Suffers aid discontinuity despite his assiduity

An intra-party spite evokes ugly arrogance
In misusing power to punish the 'other' side
The Wannabe Leader shows clear evidence
Of sinister intent to push Team 'B' outside

There is no decent trace of moral principle
But only the obsession to cling on to power
Every which way goes, internal & external
Allies to strike ruthlessly, foes to pamper

He has been tutored by the most notorious

Who taught ways demanding a stone heart
To achieve victories meritorious or inglorious
But what happens when 3 boats move apart

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