Had a good, tension-releasing drinky-do with one half of the parenting unit. No buzz or anything, just the relief of being out and doing nothing in particular. I’m suddenly reminded of all the church camps and leadership camps that blossomed in the 90s and such.
You know the ones: every single session is like an opportunity for catharsis, for release. Like talking about God was a precursor to talking about your feelings, and then the obligatory cry. Dear god, the emo crap that teens are inured to. Anyway, I’m no rabid, catharsis-seeking junkie. I’m not particularly constipated.
Again, anyway. I’ve not said much about the Machap elections, mostly because others more closely involved have been giving blow-by-blow accounts of the goings-on in the run-up to the elections.
Damn, I wish I was there… I contemplated heading down during one of the weekends to snap some photos, just to get a feel of Machap alive. Most times, Machap’s just a stop-over to Kluang or Batu Pahat. It’s always been a transit point, maybe, and as a result, transitory. And that means I don’t know much about Machap.
But if BN intensifies the campaign tactics it’s been using in Machap in the run-up to the General Elections, I wonder how the Opposition’s going to win at all. I’m not despairing, just wondering: how do you convince people that pork barrel tactics are essentially invitations to give up your voice for another five years?
I mean, it’s quite compelling. Imagine yourself languishing in the pit of your daily life and suddenly you hear news that things are going to get better, especially with millions coming your way (so to speak).
Ah, well. Just musing. Maybe quite a number of Malaysians are not ready to think about issues that deviate from the practicalities of living day to day. Maybe that’s the problem.