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And the propaganda machine rolls on…

My dad exclaimed at the PM’s recent remarks at the MCA General Assembly, remarking: “Wow, can you believe the PM is saying these things?” My answer a few years ago would’ve been “no”. Now my answer is “yes”. Yes, it’s believable. You know why it’s believable? Because the bullshit smells the same.

Really, it does.

How else can you explain it?

Before the PM was PM, he promised an end to corruption lah, more justice lah, more openness lah, etc. A few months from the next general elections and none of his promises have been fulfilled. But see, people back then, when they voted his benighted party into power with such a HUGE majority, people back then, they actually believed what he was saying.

See, I bet the same damn thing’s gonna happen again. It doesn’t matter what flavour of bullshit we’re being fed this time, see, because bullshit is generally fragrant. People are probably so used to the stench of bullshit they can’t tell the difference between a revolting stench and flowery fragrance.

That’s got to be it. Because, hey, check this out: here and here.

I guess I’m most particularly pissed off over the latter report. PM sleeps-a-lot now wants us all to be chummy and pally with each other just like our parents and grandparents were in 1957. This was, let’s just try to recall, before the NEP, before the May 13th riots, before all that unpleasantness split us apart. NEP, put in place by BN. May 13th 1969, presumably orchestrated by power-hungry politicians from, wait for it… UMNO!

So he wants us to put aside 30 years of bitterness and lost years over privileges afforded to one ethnic group, he wants us to forget about the now-marginalized Indians and he wants us to forget about racist employment policies lah, institutional quotas lah, all that jazz.

Because, see, it’s possible! Really!

And we can ALL be chummy and pally while:

• Kerismuddin brandishes the uh.. keris… and promises to bathe every mother son and his pet dog in the gooey red stuff. Or some such. (Why is violence always the last resort of failed leaders, eh?)
• Families are ripped apart because they’d rather believe in the Tooth Fairy than some particular religion. By implication, of course; atheists and agnostics are apostates if they stray from Islam, I imagine.
• Politicians talk like bumbling idiots with sub-90 IQs who can’t tell the difference between a state, a country and a nation and who can’t, apparently, haven’t even read the Constitution. (note: I’m not calling politicians bumbling idiots.. that inference is completely unfair - though justified. Heh heh.)
• The judiciary remains independent. Seriously. I don’t wanna get sued or something. Ha.
• The Agung has to step out of his presumably ceremonial role to take charge (my heroes!)

And many others lah.

But still, let’s give the PM his due lah. Ok, referring to his 1957 buddy-buddy story, did anyone catch this?

Abdullah related the story of a meeting between Tunku Abdul Rahman, Tan and leaders of the Chinese community at the onset of negotiations with the colonial power.

“Tunku had just told Tan he wanted to go to London to discuss the terms of independence with the British when the Chinese leaders present began emptying their pockets.

“They handed over their money, rings and watches to Tunku and told him they wanted to help finance his trip to London.

“That was how united they were and how much they were willing to sacrifice in the name of liberty.”

You see how united these three great men were? They gave their money to Tunku for liberty. Ah, the implication: willing to sacrifice for the liberty of this country means giving money.

Brilliant, PM, brilliant.