[updated, bottom, more on Malays]
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Fall of the Great Malay Hoax: Ketuanan
Before the Great 1MDB Scam,
the Great Malay Hoax
Zainudin Maidin, above, a Mahathir stooge and make-pretend smart aleck produces (can’t say he writes) unreadable books that nobody bothers with, not even among his kind. Without any worthwhile intellectual and literary tradition. Zam’s god, religion, morality and intellect had to be imported. And even there, available in just one book — and that’s written in a language foreign even to Malays and on script, not Roman alphabets — what profound shit is there to be found in Depan Api, Belakang Duri?
Poor Zammy, trying to hoist up Old Horse Mahathir to burnish the scales of the Great Ketuanan snake and myth. His rebuttal to Nazri Aziz has, at the back of it, again, the classic Mahathir political and racist agenda supported by nothing other than Zam’s pseudo, personalised history — history he would make up.
Zammy is one of the signs, gathering speed today and spearheaded by Najib Razak, of the Melayu snake chewing its own tail. (There are more signs, below, provided by people like Irwan Serigar Abdullah and Ahmad Maslan.)
To proclaim the Fall of the Melayu (even the Great Syed Akbar Ali believes in his own lies) is to presume this stock of people were once great. Were they? How could they be great when all they boasted were coconut huts, shitting on their paddy farms next to steaming, muddy, mosquito-infested river banks.
Like so many Malaiyoos before him, Zam in his tweet (below) painted the picture that there were cities under Malays whereas the Chinese diaspora, instead of laboring to build them — Kuala Lumpur, Penang, Johor — actually seized them from Malays. Malayan and Malaysian history is full of these lies, and nobody would challenge Zam to his counterfactual revisionism. Not even the DAP nor the MCA would do it because Zam is tweeting it from a ketuanan platform, and anything to do with ketuanan or Malay, it is suppose to be sacrosanct whereas Chinese are fair game.
Well, fuck the Zammies, fuck their ketuanan. And fuck the Malaiyoos. How could a bunch of coconut tree dwellers who wear color bed sheets for trousers know anything about urban civilization? Not true? Ask the Sungai Besar village idiot and nuthead named Jamal Yunos: he was there in Chinatown on behalf of Najib Razak and Umno, threatening Chinese their lives, property and schools.
Malays, pirates to begin with, have never ceased in their grab-and-run conduct and attitudes, best reflected in the 1MDB scam. Today Malays still eye Chinese property with a mixture of jealousy, insecurity and rage. Ketuanan provided the political foundation and justification for Malaiyoos to steal, hide then pretend.
Malays as architects is a joke. What grand Reichstag vision can they have when their lives, 24/7, are spent surrounded by baking hot swamps and mosquitoes. Even Putrajaya had to be built on foreign designs, foreign labor and the US dollar. In the meantime, Zam would scratch his balls with the same hands he eats tosai out of banana leaves. Is that suppose to be Malay greatness? Ketuanan was, after all, manufactured, stuffed in a bottle labelled Umno where empty of true wine it is filled with Kadir Jasin’s Nusantara urine. Without an actual history (other than those imagined by Zam), without any theoretical basis, ketuanan was doomed from the start, surviving all the while only by putting down other peoples and beating up imagined enemies.
Is it any wonder why Muhyiddin Yassin should spit at the Chinese UEC examination syndicate? Out of Umno, he still needs Umno, he needs ketuanan and needs Malay. He is Malay, you see, and Malays like him were always a spineless lot, even a thousand crutches aren’t enough to hold their tongues to talk straight.
Gleefully, therefore, we watch Malay ketuanan turn into Malaccan shit.
Ketuanan Zammy, the Malay Fraud
Dulu Orang Cina, Kini Negara Cina
On the face of it, Mahathir Mohamad’s fight with Najib Razak appears to concern national issues of ethics (1MDB theft versus upright conduct) and law (corruption versus fiduciary responsibility). But is it?
Immediately above is the screen capture of a tweet by Zam the Mahathir stooge, ex-Utusan, ex-Information Minister (that is, ex-Umno propagandist), so, like Mahathir a has-been. The genesis of his remarks is a Mahathir blog entry criticizing Najib for selling land to foreigners.
By foreigners, the pendatang Mahathir meant the Chinese, of course. It didn’t matter if the Chinese are from Malaysia or China (or India or ‘Nusantara’) — the pendatang are, to begin with, foreigners so that, in a backhanded way, he could, so as to defeat Najib, tell the kampung: ‘we’re still watching the Chinese to look after the Malays‘. Better than that, he could add the emotive phrase, ‘selling out‘. Kampung Malays are not expected to, and probably won’t, remember that Malacca and Selangor sold swathes of land and seashore to Arabs to build some idiotic ‘model Islamic city’. On that, Mahathir is expected to say nothing.
Malay politicians, in Umno or outside, all pendatang, along with their hangers-on (Ahi Attan, Kadir Jasin), will forever find an anti-Chinese angle in whatever each other does, or doesn’t do.
Sprinting to Najib’s defense, the Najib man Nazri Aziz called Mahathir ‘mad’. Nobody, of course, believes Nazri has the Chinese in his heart when defending land sale to China. He does and says what comes so naturally to Malays, almost without exception: hypocritical, deceitful, racist, and always political, always.
A good monkey stooge that he is, Zam came biting back, hence his tweet above. (By now, it is clear Melayu lawan Melayu is a hilarious, comical sight.) Even that isn’t the point, though. What is, is that whenever a Malaiyoo opens his big mouth and wags his tongue, there is always a political, racial slant in their word-meanings. Even to save foreigners, the Rohingyas, since especially they are Muslims, it is a political, racist act; expect no Malays to be humanitarian. That word is not in the Malay consciousness nor Muslim lexicon.
A chunk of Kelantan is flooded and from Najib down ministers queue up to be photographed, smiling with the glum-looking homeless, taking selfies, tweeting, always tweeting, then plastering their faces all over the papers. They present themselves as if the monsoon floods happen once in a lifetime, not every December and January, and here, thus, was yet another political opportunity.
Even the motherfucker named Ahmad Maslan tweeted the grinning Malay deputy prime minister (apanama dia?) with the title: Ketepi Kepentingan Politik: Demi Rakyat. So much for the Good, Super Tolerant Malaiyoo. If you were Chinese, however, Maslan would watch you drown, scratch his balls, take a pic then tweet your face under the banner: Ketepi Kepentingan Politik: Demi Melayu.
These incorrigible Malaiyoos….
The entire fulcrum of Zam’s remarks couldn’t be a psychological or a pathological question of Mahathir’s mental condition — a sick, demented man — because Zam didn’t offer a diagnosis. He offered instead an Umno, therefore, political account of Chinese occupying cities such as Kuala Lumpur then disguised the account as history because, after that, nobody could say he is wrong.
Malaysian history had been wronged in even the text books and since there has been a thing called Malay.
Out of swamps, the Chinese diaspora build cities while Malays sat on their asses, looking on. How could kampung people build cities? They have no such vision, no such culture and no urban civilization. Thus was the capital city of Malaya, later Malaysia, build by the pendatang, foreigners, Chinese. People like Kadir Jasin had city streets to drive on; was it a British Bentley? Ahi Attan had nightclubs to swing his pig tail. Ismail Sabri could sell phones. Imagine, what a new life!
Cities when completed, Malay politicians, the Mahathirs of his era, always insecure, always covetous, looked not at working with the Chinese, thanking them much less. Instead they scoff at, fumed, then with fingers pointing started their racist bigotry: balik Cina, pendatang, hapuskan Chinese schools. Hear this often enough and threatened, the Chinese did leave. It meant Malays could empty the city then seize building and land, paying for it either cheap or with no money in the name of bumiputra rights.
Cities provided the focal point of Malay racism and ketuanan, both of which provided in their turn the justification to bludgeon the Chinese, the perfect scapegoat for Malay greed and thievery — the same sort greed and thievery that characterize Najib’s plunder of national resources through 1MDB.
Zam wasn’t interested in history for his defense of Mahathir nor in its illumination of what Malays own and didn’t own, of what Malays had threatened to seize and then stole. His so-called history is designed for a racist, political purpose, the same one repeated from 50, 60 years ago for yet another political, electoral campaign, this time against Najib and Umno, never mind that Forest City in Johor was yet another set of ammunition, especially since it involves the Chinese.
Each time they find an opening, Malays look for an electoral score, even for something as amoral or as benign as economics. They troll our ministers and civil servant to make stupid statements but politically beneficial. Take, for example, the Treasury’s secretary-general Irwan Serigar Abdullah.
He has to be heard to be believed and it wasn’t just that he was plain wrong: that is, GST has no substantial effect on the poor (Clip A). He actually lied: poor economic performance is a matter of perception (Clip B).
Malaiyoo Ketuanan Economics
Clip A: Ketuanan on Handouts
Irwan Serigar: “Here’s your ketuanan, Malaiyoo! GSTless food supplied by Umno.”
“But, Tuan, ta’da duit.“
“No duit? We gave you BRIM, you lazy Malaiyoo loafer!”
GST is only the name of a form of tax (like corporate tax is another form), properly known as Value-Added Tax or VAT. Unlike, say, income tax, GST happens whenever a transaction is made (through an invoice, for an example). Consumption is presumed to have taken place.
Serigar says the poor are unaffected because fish, fresh meat, paddy and flour are not taxed but only at that point of transaction, not with the products that contained those ingredients. A hamburger produced from flour and meat loaf is taxable, and so, too, a bowl of noodles. This is the cascading effect in GST.
Striking at every point of consumption, McDonald is required by law to bill you GST at every sale. The other, especially painful part is the level of tax, 6 percent, then multiplied several times for GST imposed on rent, electricity, water, meat loaf, cooking oil and others. (This explains why developed countries keep the GST at a low 2 percent, but not Najib’s Malaysia.) All that — 6 percent piled on 6 percent on 6 percent and so on — means McDonald had in effect raised its hamburger price before slapping a final 6 percent on the hamburger bill.
The only way for the poor to be unaffected is to barricade themselves in the jungle and never see money again or another human being. Otherwise, you’d get the two charts below, in particular Chart Y. There, prices of food and non-alcoholic beverages have risen in just one year since GST by 30 percent (Index 3.8 – 2.5 = 1.3 x 100).
Things get worse with the slump of the ringgit, making every drop of grain of paddy or pound of meat incredibly expensive because more ringgit than before is now required to pay for every import which are payable only in USD or Sing dollars.
Chart X: The Rise and Rise of Ketuanan Makanan
In both charts, food have galloped way ahead of overall prices, raising the prospect that the poor must surely go out less, travel less and especially eat less (eat because the lower the income, the higher is the share spent on food, often as high as 90 percent). This would be necessary in order for a fixed given income to cover higher rents, school books and uniform, a pair of shoes. Watch for malnourishment next door, the signs of which are a big, distended belly, thin arms and legs. Kids are the first to be struck down.
Chart Y: Holy Ayah! Nasi under 1
Clip B: The Lie
As if being misleading wasn’t enough, Serigar went on to lie, which wasn’t difficult to pinpoint. No economics necessary, but pure reason: On a daily basis, Najib’s government troll our dozens of Serigars to mouth platitudes and say all’s well. Has Serigar been delivering perception then failing? All that he says is nothing but pure perception — that is, lying to himself and the rest of the world.
梁茜雯 Liang Chien-wen in Taiwan: always so good, so deft. No ketuanan necessary to inspire her.
Coconut Malaiyoo: don’t even have instruments to play music with. And Fahmi Reza, below, has to flee to the Chinese (in Taiwan) to escape from … ketuanan, from Malaiyoos! What a mess, these Malays. Truly, Fahmi epitomizes the Fall of Ketuanan — running to the Chinese — like no other Malays before, not even Anwar Ibrahim who hides in a Turkey’s ass instead.
Fahmi, Welcome to Zhongguo, land without shit Melayu Ketuanan. So how? Can you survive here?
The Malay as Vomit
The Malay is such a bitch… and when the rest of the world don’t give a shit for them, not their silly looking baju nor their pendatang bangsa nor their copycat language, they eat one of their own, as dogs eat their vomit.
Faiz, here’s your solution: Don’t be a fucking Malay, ketuanan or no ketuanan. Ever.
Mahathir, Umno then Utusan and every other Malay ever since had been lying to you, cheated you. The Melayu is, if you’d think about it, is no big deal. No, he’s a political scam, a hoax, like 1MDB is a scam. You know 1MDB?