Remembering Adelina

Brahmin
Did she meet one, a nasty self claimed pandita
Of a sad society that looks down and looks up
No one crosses the shadow of any uber varna
So then, was she sent outside to the dog to sup

Jasmine
Do adorn the belated with flowers and fragrance
'Tis the least we can do for someone's daughter
Stricken with suffering, none knew her ailments
Inflicted with cruel barbarity, she suffered torture

Foreign
She came from another country, a foreign land
To seek fortune but instead met with wickedness
Little she knew she'd receive a really bad hand
Evil, oppression, brutality and most, loneliness

Extinct
Marooned on an 'island' that was called Neraka
She inevitably perished due to treatment brutal
We hope she is now in a better place that's afar
A place where people are happy, and joy fruitful

Musang King turns out to be a belimbing wuluh

TMI - Dr Mahathir a divisive figure in fight for Muar (extracts):

Two Johor old timers have expressed their concerns with Mahathir as Pakatan's leader and PM-designate. TMI reported:

Wan Ali Wan Yusoh has voted in 13 general elections but none is giving him as much headache as the 14th polls.

Why? Having to choose between a scandal-tainted ruling coalition and an opposition coalition helmed by a leader with his own chequered past and an Islamist party that does not seem to have its act together. [..]

106 people were arbitrarily incarcerated, some for years without due judicial process 

5 High Court judges were sacked under questionable circumstances 

Lord president of Judiciary sacked 

The father of four used to be an Umno member but left when Dr Mahathir was in power.

“I might vote for BN if Abdul Razak (Hussein) is still around but the current administration is not doing well in addressing people’s woes. So, I don’t know,” said Wan Ali, when met at a programme by PH party Amanah in Muar recently. [...]

Wan Ali’s sentiments are shared by Fong, a businessman who owned a shop selling recycled items.

Lim KS used to railed against Mahathir for various scandals of mega-Billion proportion
but has now became mute due to political alliance and political interests 

“If you ask me, both (BN and PH) are bad. Not so sure who I will pick. I might not cast my vote,” said Fong.

“The opposition went on to work with Dr Mahathir. He had done many things that were bad in my eyes. He did it for 22 years.

“What is the guarantee he will not commit the same mistake and implement the same rule? As for the government, I have nothing much to say,” said Fong.

We went to Muar to sell our delicious Musang King
Thinking the local will snap up our generous offer
yes sir, we were so sure they'll snap up everything
But our durian tasted like belimbing to our horror

We saw the locals in Muar smile a sarcastic smile
Hinting to us durian sellers we were like conmen
They weren't going to accept or swallow our guile
Making us all feel very low like snakeoil salesmen

One Pak Cik beckoned to us and said city slickers
Should not peddle notorious secondhand ProKon
As Muar-ians have had enough of political sinners
With bull, follies, crimes all adding up to a big ton

OTOH, Ah Peh wants someone very squeaky clean
Who don't, won't jail everyone, anyone as he likes
And who hadn't for 2 decades polluted the scene
Importantly, will also respect and uphold our rights 

Gerakan's Impossible Dream

NST via Malaysia-Today - Penang To Swing Back To BN In GE14?:

Some just like to jump from lie to lie

But others dream of massive swing

In order to lie one mustn't be too shy

Tho' swing needs more than whinge

How must we then a swing bring to be 
So that we can shoot down de Rocket
Make the vessel crash into the big sea
Together with that smug Cina prophet

Such swings would be built on dreams
Yes, in your most silly hopeless fantasy
Masses flocking to your banner seems
More like dumb imagined impossibility

Once confidence has been lost forever
Once trust betrayed has been locked in 
Your promises smack of nebulous ether
Resulting from sad memory of your sin

Read also:

(1) Jumping from lie to lie,

(2) To sit on MaHwa throne.

Jumping from lie to lie

Although I am not a frog, I still like to jump around
This becomes more so when I've been caught lying
There's nothing sweeter than those croaking sound
'Cause that make more melodious my sheer fibbing

I am thinking of blocking that tunnel with concrete
To deny a pseudo-god his connection to more glory
But I feel slime oozes out of me as if I am in defeat
The bloody gunk is making me smell like a lavatory

Why can't I get that bloody bastard, it makes me mad

And why can't my aides provide me with a silver slug
Needless to say, their incompetence makes me sad
Because I cannot bloody walk away with just a shrug

Shall I borrow a submarine to torpedo that wormhole
Or steal a Su-30MKM to drop one mighty big bomb
I've to be quick as we're approaching close to the poll
But whatever I do it will have to be with bull aplomb

Related: To sit on MaHwa throne.

To sit on MaHwa throne

What scandal would be necessary to dislodge Tokong?
Yes, what awful poo can be fling at a political immortal
It's hard to defeat him when anak Pinang for him sokong
Their ardent support for Guan Yu seems incredibly total

The Jalan Ping-Pong house was not enough of a scandal
And neither was the put-on sad tale of land reclamation
That bastard has too much teflon, just far too invincible
Somehow we've to condemn him to eternal damnation

Wait, there is light after all, yea, at the end of the tunnel
It seems the only issue to use against him mercilessly
Attacks must be ever incessant so as to burst the bubble
Of cleanliness that surrounds Tokong's aura of divinity

WTF, why worry about incorrectness, inconvenient facts
The aim is to spread sufficient poo to smear his holiness
Take this and that, whatever, then use judicious extracts
Fling them hither thither, go on, just make a bloody mess

Let us say Tokong has dug for himself a deep long hole
To Perdition, and we will help, push him along that way
And attack with specially made stink bomb on his role
Dolling up his corruption we must to the people portray

'Tis our last hope if we want to exist, as a party survive
A la Sisyphus, don't ever stop rolling our political stone
To the very peak where hopefully our hopes will revive
Where once again we can sit on the holy MaHwa throne

Goodbye to a lil' girl

Malaysiakini - Student accused of stealing teacher's iPhone passes away.

Remembering little 13-year old M. Vasanthapiriya

Accused of stealing a handphone when she was innocent
She was nonetheless horrendously and ruthlessly 'uan ong'
By someone she so respected, but unjust & hastily indolent
And by the way, 'uan ong' means she was unjustly wronged

Now she has left us for a better world of no discrimination
Of sweet fragrant jasmine, soft sunshine, crystal clear sky
Leaving behind a mass of prejudice, evil and abomination
What is there for us to say, to regret-weep, but just goodbye

What happens in the Middle East

It’s annoying to deny me my favourite sports

Doctors’ primum non nocere is just tok-kok

At most we will have ended up with a corpse

It’s the same with executing him with a rock

I am talking of hands to undergo amputation

To lope off criminals’ appendages for ‘crime’

Inhumane? F**k such a bloody consideration

The bleeding hearts are just society’s slime

People fear me ‘coz I love to really inflict pain

That way, I have them in the palm of my hand

Yes man, I like that saying of ‘no pain, no gain’

Though not of sports hahaha but of my stand

The backs of crying women I sure love to whip

Ogling at same time their fair juicy creamy skin

Wails rang out, my eyes stray to an ample hip

While I clean her soul from a lusty wicked ‘jinn’

If heads have to off-ed, that will be even better

Too much logical thinking is bad for the health

The headless corpse will be my badge of terror

My unchallengable power increases san stealth

Flog, whip, rip off skin, behead, chop off limb

What lovely musical play of terrorising words

Whoops, time to exercise my muscles at gym

Then drink coffee, and train my raptor birds

Wasting time chopping off a hand that's hale?

What poppycock tok-kok is this from the Med?

It's sheer nonsense, what a bloody sorry tale

To deny 'justice' because of stories that's sad

Blast, I've just sharpened my lovely chopper

To wield it & feed the public's increasing fear

I am the ultimate Judge Dread, the stopper

Of fun, dancing, love, driving music and beer 

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

Wakakaka

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

Wakakaka

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

Wakakaka

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

Related: I ain't no chicken farmer.

Malaysia semua Boleh so think BIG lah

wakakaka 

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

Related:

(1) Rohingya - Made in Britain.

(2) Turkish pot calling Myanmar kettle black.

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