Archive for September, 2018


Helen Ang in happier days, above. As she ages, alone and decrepit on her arse, she grows to become increasingly like the DAP people she hates: bitter, irrational, grumpy, endlessly complaining (even after winning), and egomaniac. Imagine the like minded together: one racist ketuanan white guy named Brett Kavanaugh (below) and Aku Cina Ang. As they say, what has the world come to? Or maybe not.

Wait a minute, this Republican guy is the equal of Barisan? Shouldn’t it be Joseph Lim Guan Eng? This Helen Ang, so bitter, that she has got her brains stashed in her arse. Holy Pinanglang shit…


Talk about disinformation. These Malaysian Anglophile media hacks are so clumsy.

For Helen Is-not-Christian-name Ang, it wasn’t good enough just to watch white America tear itself apart (cheer if you must), that crucible of Christian, white and racist bigotry. She had to play victim, a victim of Malaysian politics. Worse still, doing it by equating Harapan = Democrat and then hanging on that compare herself to, of all persons, Brett Kavanaugh, Donald Trump’s judge nominee to the Supreme Court. Here, below, would be Rebecca Solnit’s rebuttal, without her permission though and which was excerpted from here. What do people say about growing old and becoming Angst?

For more on Kavanaugh, reliably, see this for example.

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America Don’t Want You to Know


I wrote an essay this spring called “Nobody Knows” about how those regarded as nobody are treated as people without voices and rights; what those considered to be somebody who matters do to them they do to nobody. Nobody knows what you did, there are no witnesses, because this black person, this poor person, this child, this woman cannot bear witness; their word does not matter; their testimony has no consequences. Too many elites think that what they did to people who are no one is, categorically, nothing. And thus they are justified in claiming they did nothing and indignant w hen told they did something. I am not saying this is the case with Kavanaugh, but I am saying it is common.

Even our laws have enforced the nullity of some of us, not only as lacking rights but lacking the right to witness. In the notorious People vs. Hall case, California’s supreme court let off a murderer by ruling that the testimony of the three eyewitnesses—all Chinese—was inadmissible by an 1850 statue declaring that “no black or mulatto person, or Indian, shall be permitted to give evidence in favor of, or against, a white person.” Truth and the ability to have our voices count is still something to which we have unequal access; #MeToo and Black Lives Matter are both movements to rectify this. The Republicans have demonstrated their commitment to rape culture, to a culture in which the voices of women will be ignored no matter regardless of the facts, in which men will be believed no matter how much evidence there is against them; and the racial equivalencies are everywhere we look, if we choose to.

This unequal status is what has allowed so much sexual assault to be perpetrated, in the Catholic Church, in families, on campuses, so much sexual harassment and abuse in the workplace. It is a direct consequence of the suppression of knowledge and the right and capacity of all of us to have it, to speak it and be heard, and to have consequences for our speech. Equality is one of the fundamental values of this country, delivered in small doses since 1776, and sometimes large ones—the freeing of enslaved people, the granting of voting rights to women, citizenship for Native Americans, the right to educational equality, the Civil Rights act, marriage equality.

That Kavanaugh is not a nominee for a normal job makes this all the more grim and outrageous than it would be otherwise. The job of a Supreme Court justice is to fathom what is true and right, to defend that principle of equality under the law, to pursue justice through an honest quest for truth, to be nonpartisan.

Kavanaugh, like so many of his kind, appears to be bound by loyalties to his elite organizations and to male privilege, white privilege, and the privileges of the wealthy, and to the party committed to all this, the Republican Party—whose ruthlessly partisan player he was and is. Often, membership in the clan makes its members themselves indifferent to the larger society and the rights and interests of other kinds of people. This loyalty also overrides their loyalty to truth and knowledge. It’s an ethos in which the power that resides in the elites stays in the elites, and what is known by outsiders stays outside.


安妮, Pssst… say nothing. I got even for you. And so it’s on you, my next dedak beer. Will WhatsApp when I’ll be collecting. BTW, give it straight, Yes or No: Have your Assholes been bitching to you behind my back?

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ISIS offers 72 virgins, Jesus promises 100 wives for every one you abandon.

Which will you take? (Below.)

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Abraham, another crackpot pre-dating ISIS, about to cut the throat of his son Isaac, ISIS style, in order to demonstrate his commitment to a voodoo Middle Eastern superstition.


ISIS in the Pakatan Government


From the Good News Bible, New Testament, Matthew 19:29

And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or fields for my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will inherit eternal life.

Some years ago the Hong Kong government of Donald Tsang, the Christian chief executive (now in jail for corruptly accepting free renovations for his house, a charge not unlike Joseph Lim Guan Eng getting a discount for his Penang house) used an archaic administrative media law and ordered a publisher to seal wrap its magazines. This law, according to the government, prohibits photos and language or word descriptions that depict sex, violence, war, brutality, carnage, that sort of a thing. Because this law clashes with the principle of freedom of press and information both of which were imported from the UK, of course, a solution was reached. Seal the publications in clear plastic cover.

Within a month of the edict, the government received sacks of letters, thousands, nearly all written in Chinese, each one detailing in chapter and verse the exact same violation of the law from one publication, just one, and it is written in English. Guess which? Some department bureaucrat counted so that the individual violations when added up total more than 5,000. In other words, the book violated another Christian law, a media, language law, 5,000 times over. Being the good fucking Christian that he is, Donald’s government argued that the law didn’t apply to the Bible since it is regarded (by who, he didn’t say) as works of a ‘classical’ nature such as paintings and religious text. Ah! There we go… Anglophile tongue twisting on their hypocrisy, one rule for them, another rule for us.

Matthew 19:29, cited above, is special, more special than Anglophile, Christian double standards. Why?

For one thing, it means that there are now, inside the Pakatan government, people who by their own admissions clearly believe in the ISIS madness and doing it even better than those Muslims crackpots. If you do whatever God does, say, burn down whole towns that God considers as Sodom and Gomorrah, you will be rewarded with 100 wives instead of 72 virgins. Such a follower must, like Abraham, be also willing to kill his own son Isaac so as to prove loyalty. There are in Malaysia more than 2 million such followers, and this is just Christians.

For another, Matthew 19:29 is like ISIS, encouraging people to desert their homes and family so as to go on a crusading rampage. That, in its turn, breaks numerous moral and criminal codes in the statues of many countries, and let’s start with houses:

  • Arson, if a man burns down his house to follow Jesus;
  • Desertion of aged parents (Singapore law);
  • Child abandonment, hence abuse (most countries);
  • Polygamy, 100 wives, holy shit (Anglophone countries);
  • Sexism, women and sex are treated as objects of reward (Christian and Muslim countries); and,
  • Discrimination, women won’t get 100 husbands, (Christian and Muslim countries)

Here, then, who are these ISIS people, both Christians and Muslims, in the Pakatan government?

No, as Malaysian, you don’t deserve the government you voted in, you deserve the government you cultivated. It was Anglophiles who seeded then cultivated this country, its system of government and the apparatus to go with it, all the opposite of, say, Chinese law such as during the Qing and Ming dynasties. Then, we treated family as sacred, and made punishable offense if any adult especially abandon old parents and kids. To Christians and Anglophiles, it’s become noble to kill the family instead. Small wonder Christian preachers for decades routinely fuck young boys, and that under the cross of the churches. After which, they put on a ‘holy’ garment, label the Bible as a ‘Good News’ book, and talk of Christian compassion and charity.

Consequential to this hypocrisy, you read in the pages of Malaysiakini, typically, this daily outpouring of irrationality, contradictory rules, absurd policies, and propaganda lies. Only a Pakatan government could have this capability.

There is, in the Chinese, no script nor character equal to the word ‘evil’ which connotes Satan and the devil. In the Chinese thought-world, there are assholes who are ‘bad’ and people ‘good’. But never evil nor holy for the reason we don’t believe in Middle Eastern superstition nor desert voodoo talk. Evil (or holy) is purely a Christian word, conception and idea, available in the western languages, carrying the baggage of Judeo-Christian traditions, English in this case, that only DAP Christians and Anglophiles have copied and so routinely use to label the ex-Barisan government and MPs. Hilter is often called evil as a portrayal of beast and an un-human combined, though Hannah Arendt (in ‘Banality of Evil’) disputes this label. In other words, Hitler was perfectly human — Nietzsche’s ‘Human, All Too Human’ — but the Bible lied about a man created in the likeness of god so that such a person could have only come out of such a Christian society.

Only a Hannah Yeoh or a Maszlee Malik could dream, think, and drum up evil deeds because that’s the sort of society and environment they grew out of and now seek to promote and cultivate. Syed Akbar Ali at Outsyed the Box can’t understand why it is Islamic school teachers routinely abuse children. But why is that a mystery given a society that talks about evil as if that’s a fact and truth, after which to instruct such values as how to whip your wife, even stone her to death (an act repeatedly found mentioned in the Old Testament Bible that double-standard Anglophile Hong Kong refused to hold legally responsible and so ban the book). We Chinese say, Grow beans, get beans; grow melons get melons.

Now, you see why people like Mahathir Mohamad, Hannah Yeoh, Joseph Lim, Yeo Bee Yin and Maszlee and the Amanah MPs are dangerous people. They are mad. It’s just that they hadn’t yet had the chance to turn their madness into law and into administrative practices and rules. No, you deserve the government you cultivated — in Malaysia, in your La Salle, church kindergartens, churches, Sunday ‘worship’ halls and classes and in your fucking tahfiz schools.

May God, since he is such a great, compassionate destroyer, destroy Malaysia; it’s a lost cause. And you have only to read Malaysiakini for daily reaffirmation to that conclusion. It’s an Anglophile viper’s pit for ISIS insanity.


The ISIS in…


ISIS Christian cunt holes: leading the crusade.

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ISIS Bersatu, midget is everything.


ISIS Amanah.

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ISIS Keadilan


Hannah Yeoh the Satan


Above, Hannah Arendt, philosopher and political theorist (Origins of Totalitarianism), 1906-1975, born Hanover, German parents, stateless for several years until she migrated to the US in 1950. Her rebuttal to Hannah Yeoh would go something like this:

For Hannah Yeoh to say Najib Razak is evil, like Hitler is evil, like the devil is evil must mean that Hannah Yeoh, the speaker and knower of that evil, had been to hell and back and, therefore, she knows all about evil and recognizes it. Who else would recognize evil unless that person can claim to be God? That, or the person is Satanic. Since there is only one God, so Hannah Yeoh must be a devil and so possesses the satanic characteristics of evil as well.


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Saifuddin and his piggish Islamic harem, all imported from the land he dislikes, all as fat as pigs.


Saifuddin Abdullah’s tweet, in translation: “There are two countries whose governments I do not like but am forced to visit, one for religious matters and one for a national matter.”


The problem with Saifuddin isn’t his incompetence whether as politician or as a public officer. Incompetence is the middle name for every Pakatan minister and official, without exception: Mahathir (scrap projects, postponed, delayed), Wan Azizah (child marriage? but the child agreed!), Guan 1 trillion ringgit Eng, Maszlee (the black shoe minister), Bee Yin (her ‘political’ technology), Hannah Yeoh (nowhere is safe, especially the church; there preachers will fuck young boys)….

All the criticisms of Saifuddin’s tweet (above) — that, being foreign minister, he should show professionalism, he should behave — misses the point entirely. Because, if he hadn’t tweeted, Saifuddin will still be Saifuddin, a kampung is still kampung, and a coconut head is still a coconut.

The problem with that motherfucker is that he takes his personal baggage to the office. It’s not only to work that he exports his prejudices, but to everything he does and everything he touches. What’s in the baggage? His moral bigotry, his racist prejudices, and especially his religious fascism. Name any Pakatan minister, you’d find they carry the same load of baggage: the anti-Chinese racism of Mahathir, the Islamic bigotry of Azizah and Maszlee, the Anglophile Guan Eng, the Hannah Jesus-saves-or-go-to-Hell Yeoh, the anti-Malay, condescending Bee Yin.

Saifuddin’s condescending prejudices are plain enough in his tweet: he is being forced to deal with people he dislikes, so that if he had his way, what then? Go to war? It was easy against Najib Razak, of course, they have the power. Against other people, he is as good as his piece of Islamic dick. If Saifu has no respect for other people, why should other people give a hoot for him. Or Malaysia.

Ask Saifuddin why he dislikes those countries, he is almost certain to say, religion because of Country A and nationalism because of Country B. Given that his dislike for both countries are a personal matter, how had the two governments been an affront to him, personally, no matter what their religious or ideological persuasions? What did those countries steal from him to earn his ire?

If, on the other hand, we are talking about Saifuddin’s ketuanan attitude, then it is identical to those held by Mahathir, Azizah, Guan Eng, Maszleee, Hannah Yeoh, Bee Yin. Their attitudes in combination sum up like this:

I am 20. I am walking along the King’s Road in Chelsea in London. It is the 1980s. Three men are coming towards me; they are clearly together, though the foot traffic on the pavement requires each to walk a half pace behind the other. They are white, dressed in tight jeans and cap-sleeve T-shirts. The first man, as he passes, looks me in the eye and says: “You’re a pretty girl.” The second one smirks, but says nothing. The third one leans into my face and breathes: “Nigger!”

But here is the rub for Saifuddin et al: you don’t like us? We don’t like you either. The feeling is mutual. If he were true to his word, and if he has any backbone, and if he eschews hypocrisy, then don’t go to those countries. In Saifuddin’s indignation towards other countries, he must believe he comes from a first rate, moral nation; see headline below. Being a racist, if he dislike, say, Saudi Arabia (understandably) or China (predictably), what country does he like? Well, the answer is the same as the answer to this: What does an Anglophile coconut like, brown outside, white inside?

Saifu, should you ever come, if at all, we will serve you pork dumplings. Recipe below; hope you like.

You have to wonder, how Saifu, a man raised and taught in the same sort of school, beats up his wife. As Allah commanded? Or as instructed by the school text book?

That, above, is Saifuddin Abdullah’s PKR in all its moral glory. Trust they will one day kill each other. And we kaffirs don’t even need to lift a finger to defend ourselves against murderous Muslims. Yet that motherfucker has the nerve to lecture other people about his moral indignation. Go fuck your mother, Saifu. That is, after you have beaten up your wife — only be sure it’s the Quranic way.


Court Official: Da Wang, they are at it again.

 大王: What is it this time? Who is at what, again?

Court Official: The Malaiyoos. They say they dislike coming to our imperial, glorious land.

大王: Malaiyoos? You mean the ones who live in coconut trees. What’s their problem?

Court Official: Yes, Da Wang, the barbarians hate us but say they are forced to come.

大王: Who said that?

Court Official: Some guy called Saifuddin or Saifu?

大王: Saifu? It means Wash Underwear? What kind of a name is that?

Court Official: Da Wang, he is a barbarian. They suffer from a disease. People call it Islamophile.

大王: Okay, okay. So what do you want me to do about this… what… Saifu?

Court Official: Revoke his diplomat status. And when he has an audience with Da Wang, can we we serve him pork but on the menu say it is beef rendang.

大王: Pork? That’s expensive meat. Why not give pork intestines or pig penis?

Court Official: Yes, Da Wang, that’s a better idea.

大王: Next time, if you are going to discuss state matters, make it important. Imagine, talking about some barbarian coconut head with an underwear name.

Court Official: My apologies Da Wang. I deserve a thousand deaths.

 大王: Yes, you do. Be on your way…. Dismissed! Guards!

Court Official: One more thing, Da Wang, I almost forgot. Our guard of honor, can we also show him the middle finger. Like this… below.

大王: (Sigh) So much trouble over a Malaiyoo barbarian. Guards! Guards!


Understand this, Mahathir….

We Chinese never take that which doesn’t belong to us. But, in the skies, in the seas and on land, the Chinese will not give up an inch that our forefathers left us and all that which we had built with our hands. We challenge you to take us on, China, anywhere, in the sky, in the sea, on land. Come to Xinjiang, too, little boy, if you will put your money where your mouth is.

Let’s see if you have balls bigger than your mamak mouth, sharper than your keling tongue.


From The Paris Review,

Cooking With Pearl Buck

by Valerie Stivers

Houses were meaningful in Pearl S. Buck’s life (1892–1973). She had many, but none of them were ever quite home. She was born in China, a bright, bitterly poor missionary child with a skeptical, wide-ranging mind, and she grew up on the streets of its rural towns, playing with the local children and speaking fluent Chinese. Her early education was performed by a Confucian scholar, and by the time anyone tried to make an American young lady of her, it was too late. “By birth and ancestry I am American … but by sympathy and feeling, I am Chinese,” Buck told a reporter near the end of her life.

Her most famous book, The Good Earth, was an attempt to bridge her two worlds, and explain the life and values of rural China to an American audience. Buck won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1938 (the first time the prize was awarded to a female American author) and The Good Earth is taught in schools to this day. I was concerned when I started investigating her that I’d find out she had a condescending attitude toward the Chinese or that her work would be stereotyped about China in a way that would make her a poor candidate for this column, but despite ongoing academic debate on the matter, I found it to be fascinatingly the opposite. After Buck’s return to America she became an outspoken critic of religious missions as disrespectful, and she was officially sanctioned by the Presbyterian Mission. Spurling’s biography makes the argument that Buck was the first person in the history of Chinese letters to write realistically about the lives of the rural poor. It wasn’t considered the appropriate topic for literature, and the Chinese literary elite weren’t exposed to life in the countryside the way Buck had been. Her books are romanticized in terms of the plot, but the inner lives of her rural farmer protagonists are convincingly and empathically depicted.

Ultimately, however, the writer did not succeed in bridging between her two selves. She left China in 1934 expecting to return, but was never able to. Her later life in America was marred by political, financial and personal scandals, and in her final years, she became isolated from family and friends. I wondered if it was possible to meld Buck’s two worlds by riffing on some of the dishes mentioned in The Good Earth and on the things Buck liked to cook according to the biography. Could such a weird-sounding mash-up taste good?

The most significant dish Good Earth was a “moon cake,” made by O-Lan, a formerly enslaved woman, in order to show up her former owners. The desert was composed of sugar and lard and with “strips of little red haws and spots of dried green plums.” Their construction was a triumph for O-Lan, and for me as well, since in the modern era, moon cakes are a festival cuisine of the type made by bakeries, not home cooks, and require several specialty ingredients, a mold, and a kitchen scale. I couldn’t find haws (hawthorn berries) or dried green plums, and don’t like lard in baked goods, so my version used a modern recipe asking for butter and black-sesame paste. I had to order all the specialty ingredients from Amazon, as we do in these parts, but I thought the cakes were delicious.

Also from The Good Earth, and much more familiar to me, technique-wise, were “little delicately spiced balls of pork wrapped in dough and steamed.” I chose to interpret that as pork dumplings, and used fresh-ground pork sourced from The Vermont Butcher, my local, organic option.

Most interestingly, the book’s main character, Wang Lung, in his decadent old age, “tasted winter bamboo and shrimps’ roe and southern fish and shellfish from the Northern seas and pigeons’ eggs and all those things which rich men use to force their lagging appetites.” This was after he had taken two concubines into his house and adopted the other vices of the rich men he used to fear. I found some shellfish—in this case, clams, about as rare in Vermont as they are in rural China—and gave them a sweet-and-sour treatment, sautéing them with maple sausage and seasonal local vegetables like sweet corn and green tomatoes. I reflected that Buck’s life trajectory oddly mirrored that of The Good Earths protagonist, a character she dreamed up in her 30s. She also became extremely rich, decadent, and exiled from her roots. Her life with the young dancing master and his hangers-on, while odd for an American woman in the 1960s, was normal for the Chinese men she portrayed in her books.


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Moon Cakes

This recipe is adapted from The Omnivore’s Cookbook, which has an excellent essay on mooncake history and technique, highly recommended for anyone attempting to cook them. It requires several specialty ingredients, a kitchen scale thats accurate to the .01 gram, and a mooncake mold, which can be ordered online.

For the filling:

1 cup raw black sesame seeds
1/3 cup confectioners sugar
1/4 cup unsalted butter, at room temperature
1/4 cup glutinous rice flour

For the dough:

56 grams golden syrup
1/2 teaspoon homemade kansui
20 grams peanut oil
1/8 teaspoon salt, and a pinch for the egg wash
100 grams cake flour, and extra to dust the mooncake dough
1 large egg yolk


Sweet and Sour Clams

3 dozen littleneck or other small clams, washed
2 small maple-flavored pork sausages, removed from their casings
1 tbsp sesame oil
2 tbsp olive oil
1/4 cup fennel, diced small
1 cup green cherry tomatoes, halved
1 tbsp grated ginger
1 tbsp fresh hot red pepper, minced
1/2 cup Shaoxing wine
kernels from 1 ear of fresh sweet corn
juice of 1/2 lemon
1 cup of cilantro leaves


Pork Dumplings

This recipe is adapted from The Omnivore’s Cookbook. Note that it requires a Chinese steamer basket, widely available online or in Chinese groceries.

For the filling:

3/4 lbs ground pork
2 tsp grated ginger
1 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp Shaoxing wine
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp white pepper
5 cups Chinese vegetable (bok choi or Napa cabbage is good), finely chopped; with 10-12 large leaves reserved to line the steamer basket
1 tbsp sesame oil
dark soy sauce, to serve

For the wrappers:

3 cups flour
1 cup boiling water
1/4 cup room temperature water
1 tsp vegetable oil




This, above, is what Jian got ready when I got back. The neighbor from Chongqing added the ones below. Grapes, wonderful, juicy grapes are from Shanxi.

Should you visit China, look out for the advertisement above. Instead of posters and billboards, Jian and friends have the idea of painting the walls. The woman is modeled after her; face, hair, height, and she is the only one who wears four-inch heels. Half-face is in vogue (thanks to, ‘ahem’, me; see avatar). There is a consideration to use anime half-face models like the one below.



你是中国最漂亮的士兵  那时你很瘦。。。你比一比


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Break Up Malaysia


It was done before. It can be done again. And this time, make it complete.


China should consider endorsing any proposed UN Security Council resolution supporting the creation of twelve independent states within the Federation of Malaysia.

After 60 years, Malaysia, as it stands, is a failed state, a kleptocratic state, a corrupt, anti-democratic and oppressive state, facts widely and publicly acknowledged by persons from the prime minister, so-called, down. The most recent 14th general elections explicitly endorse those conclusions.

Furthermore, the breakup of Malaysia will restore:

(a) democracy to more than 30 million,

(b) freedom of religion to more than 20 million Malays at present denied them by a moribund Constitution,

(c) sovereignty to the nine Malay sultans shackled by the handed-down British colonialist system then further eroded into a mere token, ceremonial force by Mahathir Mohamad, the prime minister,

(d) self-rule for Sabah and Sarawak since half a century ago forced to surrender much their wealth, especially carbon fuels, to the Peninsula government that acts like robber barons and white colonialists,

(e) freedom for the aboriginal populations driven decades ago to hide in the mountains where today they are not even safe from the capricious and greedy governments eager to appease land-grabbing Mahathir crony companies, and

(f) freedom from endless persecution by an oppressive, evil government to whom truth is decided not by empirical evidences, and forbidden by human ideals and frailities, but by who has the power that also polices individual morality, what to eat, when to eat, who can hold hands or to make love. People are sacked, dragged to court and jail on account of their political affiliations when they not in accord with the ruling Anglophile morality. Malaysia is in the dark ages.

The breakup of Malaysia constitutes the following fully-fledged, free, independent, self-governing states:

  • Sabah,
  • Sarawak,
  • Nine Malay-ruler States, previously the Federated Malay States,
  • Malacca and Penang, previously the Unfederated States.

All so-called Wilayahs or Federal Territories are to be returned to the respective states, posthoc, with appropriate compensation. The ten independent states in the peninsula, post Balkan Malaysia, are free to form an economic union with a single currency and economic market called the Malaya Union. After that, the Union is free to extend the common market to Sabah and Sarawak. All monies, assets, liabilities and reserves are to be equally apportioned on per capita basis.

National political parties, beginning with Pakatan Harapan, and the institutions under their control, are to be disbanded, the prime minister removed, the Cabinet dispersed, all uniformed forces placed under the respective rulers wherever these are located. States like Johor are entitled to establish an army in accordance with their own constitution. Dissenters, Mahathir Mohamad, Rais Hussin, et al, should be summarily tried and shot.

End of Proposal Summary



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Three Mouthpieces and an Apologist; all call themselves ‘Dr’, male, all fat and ugly…

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…versus her, alone — my darling China

But she is Mulan, and Mulan fears nothing especially not some stupid desert god.



They would write, purely on the basis that they had ‘opinions’ (as if these are profound discoveries), whimsical, not at all real, full of historical inaccuracies. How ‘could they talk like that‘, comment after comment said after their Malaysiakini articles appeared, here, here, here. They could, of course, and why not? They are Anglophiles after all, and Anglophiles can’t write. They type. In those three articles appearing within a week, supplied via Steven Gan, that, below, is what the articles boil down to, Mahathir threatening China and the Chinese, his finger wagging.

After that, the mamak sends this boy (Ong Kian Ming), twice, to say the opposite; it was all a “misunderstanding,” says that boy, as if the problem was with the readers’ intellectual failure and not Mahathir’s intent. You can only misunderstand if you don’t know how to read or you are stupid, really stupid. Yet, it was clear as day what Mahathir meant and these are as follows, quoted verbatim:


Mahathir’s inferences and threats against China are specific and direct…


…the security state of China is bent on subjecting the Uyghurs and all Muslims in China almost to the same scrutiny the Jews and leftists in Germany had collectively faced during World War II.

Breakup of China:

Malaysia does not want China to break up into ramparts. But …


Being friendly to China is a must, … But this cannot be taken advantage by China to ride roughshod over everything that Malaysia holds dear, such as Islam, democracy, freedom of worship and deep respect for every country’s sovereignty.

Direct interference:

…it is now incumbent on Malaysia to call for an Organisation of Islamic Cooperation (OIC) Fact Finding Mission in Xinjiang, China… Malaysia must demand that the United Nations looks into the issue with immediate urgency.


Spoken like Trump and like Americans….

Mahathir et al must think we are like the Orang Asal of Malaysia. Beat the drums, sound the trumpets and everybody scurry off like rats into holes and up the trees. Let this be said to Mahathir and Pakatan Harapan:

We will respond accordingly‘…. But that’s pathetic, pitiful language one’s required to convey. I think they call it diplomatic language.

Me? Bah… Fuck you. (See near bottom of post.)


为了祖国,为了自己  你知道该做什么


Meanwhile, the more important things in life…

Autumn festival 中秋节 is round the corner and I must hurry home. Jian has on WeChat sent varied photos, both as a reminder of promise (about home) and of chunjie.


Is that you? The reply: No, your mother!

That’s called persimmon, in Chinese shiji 柿子. You pass by it everyday and you never thought to ask. Now, I am told, if you are not back when the fruit ripens, you are done in.

Isn’t the water beautiful? In two months it becomes ice. Already it’s so cold, Jian says she can’t swim in it.

This guy, above, was discharged from the PLA. Then the following season he has his hair like that! I am going to beat it down — flat.

The store, hers actually, is ready but wait… take a photo.

She is one of the tallest fashion models. That wall is more than a meter high. She sits on it and her legs still touch ground. My reply: Show me more, your legs. Sit on the cactus.

Notice the Korean letters. This is mentioned because Jian says a (south) Korean had moved into the neighborhood. Her job: doing business with the north. What about the sanctions, Jian and friends asked her. Her answer was to the effect of saying, Fuck the UN, Fuck America.

We say the same, Fuck Malaysia, too.

See the middle one in yellow? A past conversation went as follows: “Never put up an English sign without me seeing beforehand.” What for? So we are wrong. Nobody reads it anyway. “Then why put it up?” Answer: Decoration.

Sigh, but true.


 Mahathir & Islam, the World’s Tyrant & a Sick Allah

Like Malays, Uighurs believe they have Ketuanan. We’ll see about that…

(Update: Ketuanan export, interference are now considered Malaysian patriotic)


You’d be surprised to hear all the above — the freedom and so on. This is the thing about China you never knew: So long as you don’t go around stirring up trouble, with politics and religion in particular, like the Uighurs and now Mahathir Mohamad, you can do anything you want. Anything.

China’s government treats its minorities (Muslims in particular) 10,000 times better than Malays treat Chinese, Indians and the Orang Asal. It especially leaves you alone. Absolutely: that’s a matter of Chinese culture and 2000 years of China’s history proved it over and over again, such as in Gangsu and Qinghai where, in the Lanzhou Muslim district, a special Muslim administrator was appointed to look into local affairs, and all for a couple of thousand people. That was 800 years ago. Today, Muslims have all the benefits that Han people don’t — school, exception to one-child policy, medical, and mobility (once they leave their home county, Han Chinese lose all benefits).

Once, long ago, passing Chongqing where it is 99.9% Han and other Buddhist, animist ethnicity, I asked Jian to try a Muslim restaurant, sort of, because of Malays. It wasn’t the first Muslim restaurant, but one in Chongqing is as rare as diamond, on its signboard the crescent and the mosque. (And we have no municipal law to say Muslim letters can’t be bigger than Chinese.) The restaurant woman said this to her face: “We don’t serve Han people.” Think of the Muar Muslim laundry shop. Jian shrugged her shoulders, in utter disbelief, and we left.

The women needn’t go to jail for sedition. But that incident shook up Jian — she had never, never, never before encountered racism — and it is my fault. I apologized to Jian after that because I should have known. My instincts had told me so.

For this and a million reasons, I love China, my motherland, like no other. And I promise to kill any Malaysian who dare step into and interfere in our land. (And Jebat, my dear friend, know this: Malaiyoos can do anything to Chinese in Malaysia. But, try it in China? Stay out of this business. Better yet stay away from Mahathir, even after he is dead. Mahathir has no idea — absolutely none — what he has stirred up. All he has gotten so far beating the tin cans at us is, silence. That stupid mamak.)

The slaughter of the innocent at the Kunming railway station, and before that the Beijing Olympics and the May 13-like kill-all-Han riots in Xinjiang, were wake up calls. What were the purpose of the slaughters? Filter through the western media propaganda, it boils down to this: No Muslim will be be governed a kaffir. The implication is astounding. It meant that no matter how well you treated them, they hated you because you are kaffir, infidels, and because they, like Christians, think they are superior, chosen by Allah. Jian learned that the hard way.

Of course, to the HRW, Muslims bellyache about ‘human rights’, yada, yada. Ever read in the media’s long reports about Muslims, Uighurs in particular, killing the innocent without counter-accusing and lacing their reports as China’s fault, HR violation and so on? To the West, to Muslims, the Chinese can do no right.

Now, we have had it. We’ll finish off those Muslims. If we had eradicated, completely, the Falun Gong 法轮功 — not even a whimper today — we will succeed against the Uighurs. And the Uighurs are easier to deal with, 10,000 times easier than the Falun Gong; they got no balls; like Malay Muslims, no internal mental discipline.

That Mahathir should turned his hatred for Najib then bundled that hatred with his bigotry and his racism against Chinese into an international affair is, where Malaysian Chinese are concerned, good news. And we’ll leave it at that….

Mahathir thinks he can hold China to ransom through the ECRL, Forest City, Malacca Straits, South China Sea and, now, the Uighurs, he is badly mistaken. We aren’t Westerners to react the way he is hoping for. We Chinese don’t have a culture to use people — for whatever purpose. Mahathir, Rais, others are happy to use Uighurs and Rohingyas as political weapons, as tin drums, anything indeed, except to take them in, these so-called ‘oppressed’ who, tomorrow, can turn around to slid the throat of a kaffir because of the totalitarian Islamic belief that they are Allah chosen and we Chinese, therefore, as kaffir, have no right to rule, not even on Chinese soil. This belief is identical to Malaiyoo ketuanan doctrine, the root source of which is, of course, Islam.

No, we challenge Mahathir et al, go ahead, export your ketuanan. (Update, Rais calls this ‘The Malaysian duty‘, sic, which leads to this: if you don’t export it then what? You are not patriotic?) Bring in the OIC into China or even switch recognition to Taiwan. The louder Mahathir shouts (we, of course, know his back hand agenda), the quicker, the harder we’ll put the pincers on those motherfuckers that’s been our intent originally. We’ll do so until those Muslim murderers, their supporters and dependents scream for their mothers.

We think long and hard; that, too, is in our culture. But once we start down on a road — recall the Daoist 1,000 li begins with the first foot forward — there’s no going back. This applies to Mahathir et al as well.

(Jebat, take note, for I say this — for you — as a friend should. Bring your ketuanan into China and then let’s see what happens. To you, personally. Remember your patriotic ‘Malaysian Duty‘? Are you not patriotic?)

Get OIC in, get UN, the US, sanctions, anything, see if we care. There is no doubt to us that, Islam, foremost, is a sick religion; it itself is extremist, Allah is tyranny par excellence. Unlike the West, we won’t, on the one hand, sing how wondrous is Islam and, on the other, bomb the hell out of Libya, Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan. Unlike Anglophiles like Joseph Lim Guan Eng, we don’t have a middle name called hypocrisy. The Middle East is none of our business. But Uighurs are our business because they are occupying Chinese soil, eating from our hands, living on our tolerance while slaughtering Chinese train passengers in the name of some ketuanan. (Sounds like Europe today.)

We lose control of our Fate and Destiny once we cave in, like China did on demands by the West and Japan 100, 200 years ago. It won’t happen again.



Last one, and it’s for you, Awati:

The title is 弱水三千, translated Three Thousand Weak Water. Ask me and I will tell you what it means. (Tip: it’s from a poem written a thousand years ago. No kidding.)

Let me say this as someone who has studied and lived on multiple sides, and saying it without embarrassment: As an expression of our society, Chinese literary, artistic and scientific culture is second to none. First rate.

Here’s a suggestion, in the order as follows: drop your tudung, hijab, find yourself a good husband who doesn’t speak English then dump that piece of fraud called Islam. A farmer in China has more civility, learning and culture than all the PAS and Pribumi Muslims and DAP Christians stacked up wall to wall. And that’s an issue of fact not opinion.

Chinese culture again…

Mulan, below. Remember her?


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Islam’s doctor is in…

Dear Dr Rais Hussin:


I wished deep inside that having a prayer room a few meters from my desk at work would suddenly make me a better Muslim, but it didn’t, and I’ve never prayed.


I read about Muslim porn star Nadia Ali and how she prays two to three times a day between shoots. She’s better at this religion than I am.


When I turned 14, instead of falling in love with a kaffir, I did worse: I fell in love with a Sunni.


God hates divorce, if we were going to be good Muslims, we’d find a way to make it work. In the two years we were together I almost killed myself three times.


The Ramadan rules are clear: no food, water, smoking or sex… (but) a nice consensual blow job outside of marriage. Does it ruin your fast if you swallow? 



So Many Muslim Rules to Break

My new workplace has a nice gay priest. When I started working there he changed the Christian worship room to be an all-faith room. He set up a prayer mat he got from IKEA. Put a sticker on the wall pointing to the qiblah. Smiled ear to ear when he told me about it. I said, “Thank you, I finally have a place to pray.” He said it was his absolute pleasure. Least we can do in this world, everyone is welcome here, all of that. I wished deep inside that having a prayer room a few meters from my desk at work would suddenly make me a better Muslim, but it didn’t, and I’ve never prayed.

I read about Muslim porn star Nadia Ali and how she prays two to three times a day between shoots. She’s better at this religion than I am.

In the New York Times piece “How to Be a Hoejabi,” Romaissaa Benzizoune talks about Western perceptions of Muslim Pakistani porn stars. For the West, they are a symbol of liberation: Break that mold, have all the sex you want, don’t be told what to do, you’re not your father’s property and you’re certainly not your husband’s either.

When I talk to my white friends they don’t understand why I hadn’t had sex already; if I’m in love, if I trust him, if I’m happy, if I want it, why don’t I do it?

In Iraq we say you can tell everything about a book from its title. So you become conscious of your title, of your cover. You care about how other people perceive you because they’d love to scrutinize your behavior, presume your motives, pick out the ways you’ve tainted your family’s name, compare you to their kids and how they’d never be as bad as you. Be good and try not to give them any material. What are you wearing outside the house? Will people like it, will they hate it, will they hate you, will they take your outfit to their gatherings after Friday prayer and dissect the fabrics on your skin? Your shoes were red, like a prostitute.

I haven’t inherited my parents’ commitment to religion, nor their hyper-awareness of their public image, nor their deep-rooted sense of belonging to the tradition. But I did inherit the discretion and the shame that come with being a sinner. If you’re going to be a harami, at least be a harami in secret. Don’t be open about your sin like it’s a normal thing to do. Don’t be a bad role model. Don’t sabotage the young kids who look up to you. Don’t make sin so accessible. At least acknowledge that it’s wrong, that it’s a crime, and if you must commit a crime, don’t celebrate it.

I feel like kissing someone today.
I go out on a date.
I get a kiss.
Tastes like the long ribbons of lychee candy we just bought at the carnival.
We go sit at a bench and I’m cold.
I put my legs on his and my lips on his.
We kiss, feels nice, tastes good.
Let’s do that again.
Keep going, let’s see where we stop.

I don’t have an explanation for why we draw the line wherever we do. Like that meme about Muslim kids committing every sin under the sun except eating pork. We’ll do it all: we’ll break our fast, we’ll have the sex, we’ll do the drugs, we’ll eat that steak, we’ll go to the club and we’ll drink the beer and we’ll smoke that cigarette and that weed, but don’t you get that pork anywhere near us. Do you want us to go to hell?

When Romaissaa published that article, some Muslims got angry. One man tweeted that if you raise your daughter amongst kaffirs, or infidels, then of course she’ll write a think piece about wanting to have sex with a kaffir.

When we left Iraq in the 90s, we went to Dubai. It wasn’t an easy time. Dubai lacked minimum wage laws, free health care, free education or social security, so for a few years, my family was poor as a mosque mouse. We watched our friends lead better lives than us as they transitioned from Baghdad, to Dubai, to Europe. Back then, the trip to Europe was relatively easy. Most of our friends didn’t have to swim to the mainland from small Greek islands, or walk across the Turkish borders, or hide in the backs of cattle trucks. Most of our friends applied as migrants, got visas, got on a plane and became Swedish citizens within three years. But Baba refused to apply no matter how broke we got, no matter how much hostility Dubai was developing towards us. To Baba, Sweden wasn’t worth it. He’d never let his girls grow up among the kaffirs. When he was awarded a full scholarship to MIT, he turned it down so that the kaffir lifestyle wouldn’t get the best of us. Our community was full of good Iraqi Shia Muslims who never turned their backs on their religion, ones who protected their women and segregated their places of worship and never missed a Friday prayer.

So you can imagine his disappointment when I turned 14 and he learned that instead of falling in love with a kaffir, I did worse: I fell in love with a Sunni.

There’s an ancient hadith in Islam that if you can afford to get married you really should, and if you can’t, you should practice fasting and abstinence. I couldn’t fast for that long and I never wanted to abstain, so I followed the hadith and I got married. We were technically perfect for each other. Two Shia Iraqis, not too liberal, not too conservative, kind, young, educated, from loving families who supported us all they could. If we were to fail against all these odds, despite doing everything as God wanted, something must really be wrong with us. So we tried our hardest not to fail, even when the more we learned about each other the more disappointed we became, even when we disagreed on the fundamentals of how to live our lives, what to wear, where to live, the politics, the ideologies. We slowly found out we couldn’t be any more different from one another, but God hates divorce and if we were going to be good Muslims, we’d find a way to make it work.

In the two years we were together I almost killed myself three times. I don’t know if my husband had it that bad too. After a certain stage, it felt like we only communicated via the sounds our phones made when we banged them against the walls, or the vases we tossed across the room in the midst of our nervous breakdowns—angry, hurt, alone, desperate for each other’s love even when neither of us had any to offer. …

The Ramadan rules are clear: no food, water, smoking or sex. None of these entering your system, otherwise you have to make up for it in various, arduous ways. Lying, cheating, stealing are haram year-round so there’s no case against them that’s specific to Ramadan and they don’t break your fast. I think of other things that are haram year-round, like maybe a nice consensual blow job outside of marriage. Does it ruin your fast if you swallow? Asking for a friend. If you don’t swallow, is it the equivalent of putting a pen in your mouth when you’re drowning in your thoughts at work, except that pen is a dick and you’re not at work and you’re not drowning in your thoughts, but in someone else’s bed?

What would Nadia Ali do?….


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O! No shit! Really…?



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This Rais Hussin, he is such a kiddie. Here’s a hankie boy….

But let’s be serious so we can deal.

Malaysia, indeed your own house, can have all the 1 million Muslims, everyone of them, including their skull caps, tongkats, prayer mats, and dependents. We’ll revoke their China citizenship (although this constitutionally forbidden) so that the minute each person leave Chinese soil, they already have Malaysian citizenship and a blue MyKad. That way, you see, it’s legal. After they arrive in Malaysia you can ‘de-radicalize’ to your heart’s delight.

You can’t ask for any better deal, such a wonderful human rights do-gooder you are. This is Sabah-Uighur Project IC in an instant. Imagine! One million Pribumi members and PH voters in an instant! We’ll even better the Project IC. We will fly them to Sepang for free. Yes, absolutely free. Malaysia is bankrupt, right?

You — no, not you, you’re just a boy but Mahathir Mohamad and Muhyiddin Yassin and Joseph Lim Guan Eng, witnessed by the UN Secretary General — have only to sign on the dotted lines. (And no penalty clause if you break the contract!) When do you want to do it? And don’t wait too long. They will be dead without you and blood will be on your hands.

BTW, Xinjang is not the same as Urumqi. ‘Uyghur’ is romanised as Uighur, with an ‘i’ because in Chinese they are named 维吾尔 weiwu’er — long form for wei’er.  We also don’t have Kazakhs in China, not one soul, Islamic of course. And no Han Chinese is ever a Muslim. Ever. They’re called Hui. Zheng He was forcibly converted as a young child in Yunnan so, in the emperor’s service, he refused a Muslim name and ate pork, plenty of it. Why, Rais, are you so bodoh?

If, for whatever reason, you can’t pull off this deal, you could always pray to your god Allah. If, however, Allah doesn’t answer, there are only two possible conclusions: Your Allah is a Lie, a bloody Fraud. That, or you aren’t Muslim but pretending to some fucking Islamic brotherhood.

Or, and here’s the third possible conclusion: Allah agrees with us and have given us His blessings. Lock up those fucking Muslims and throw away the keys. Step into China anytime, we might just do the same to you.

Still, your bleeding heart is so moving. We are touched by your love of a fellow mankind. Here’s another hankie… and you can keep it.


Rais, you’re so pathetic.

Come to China to save your ‘brothers’, like you saved Malaysia. Put your money where your mouth is. Bring the entire OIC or the UN even if they will listen to you, a barking dog. (Don’t forget to include Royal Malay Regiment and Joseph Lim Guan Eng and all the DAP members.) We can wait. Or are you are going to send your mother? We’ll still blow out her brains and return the remains back to you by express post.


Mistaken Kite


Love un-consumated, love without knowing, love in the horizon, untouched, yet deeply felt is the purest kind of love. This seems difficult to fathom and grasp until I recall Kafka who wrote, ‘coitus is the punishment for love’.

We Chinese compare such a feeling to a kite, whistling in the Autumn air, hung on only by a string thin as hair. It had to fly high up, far away, only then is it truly felt to be alive. Strange…. Below is the metaphor example. It’s called ‘Mistaken Kite‘ 風箏誤.

Further below, another. In his introductory note, the composer Dao Lang wrote: … 发生在西北苍茫山水间的悲剧感天动地 埋没在枫林之襟沉睡于西海之畔 被深情的歌者带回人间. In translation:A painful love story had taken place by the Western Sea. No one had heard it until a soft-hearted singer brought it back.’

Lyrics read:


In translation:

I still remember…
You had promised never to see me alone,
Always to follow (me) instead.
Even after the birds had long flew south.
Love is like a kite on a broken line,
But I won’t hold you to your promise

Finish your book: how had, how could, a Chinese loved and married a Malay? It seems almost improbable today — like the kite.


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Half pot yarn


China’s Riches & The Khan Who Wants Our Women

Understand that China, as a political, governing idea — but not as an English name nor as a Chinese state — had existed before there was English. That is, before these words came into being and which you now read, the idea of ‘China’ or the ‘Chinese’ already exist as empirical fact. It wasn’t called ‘China’.

As history, how far back do you wish to go?

Let’s take the shangshu 尚書 or the shujing 书经, the alternating titles to the earliest compilation of official documents. As compilation, it contains all the pronouncements, edicts, declarations, speeches and minutes of palace meetings going back 5,000 years, or 3,000 before Qin Shihuang, the first so-called Emperor.

We know those documents existed because Qin Shihuang ordered them burned. But, because the documents (actually written in long bamboo strips) existed, not as compilation, but separately archived in different locations and spread over 2000 years, numerous also survived, buried, some hidden away, some smuggled off. After his death, compilation was restarted from where Confucius had left off. This is how shangshu 尚書 (Esteemed Documents sometimes also called Book of Kings) became the shujing 书经 (Book of Classics), its present day title.

Now, go through the shujing, you will not find the word ‘China’ as 中国.  China does not even exists as a Chinese name. Here’s the present official name 中华人民共和国 in pinyin zhōnghuá rénmín gònghéguó. In literal translation, splendid/people/united/country.

Key word is  hua, phonetically almost the same as 花 flower or 化, the latter has a meaning only if attached to, say, wen, producing wenhua 文化 or culture or civilization. Another key script is , guo or state or country. Hence you get zhonghua 中华 and never 中国 zhongguo, that is, China. Why?

In the shujing zhong combines with guo to produce 中国. This is perhaps the first reference to the term in totality but it does not mean China. Rather it refers to royal demesne, that is, land directly managed by the palace as opposed to, say, land tilled, owned and managed by peasants.

This means alot. It means that in 中国 is a political idea, but not as a sovereign state which already predates Qin Shihuang. Instead, you get Zhou state, Qin state, Tang state and so on. This is an important point because the Qin king never created the state, whether in the ancient or modern sense, much less unite various states to create a unified China. This is the mythology of westerners writing in English.

China, in the old or new sense, was already united, broke up, reunited, broke up again then reunited in repeated cycles — the sorrows of my motherland are eternal. Zhongguo 中国 that refers to present day China as a political sovereign power was formally used only during the Qing dynasty when its emperors had to deal with invading white barbarians and their mamak lackeys, those predecessors of people like Mohamad Rafick Khan.

To deal with the Qing state, white people who had no conception of multiple states within the boundaries of one country that’s contained in the shujing (one country two systems is not new), and so had to invent words like China. It’s a word borrowed from the only people who had direct contacts with the Chinese, it coming from the Sanskrit, cina and the Persian chin.

The morality of this tale is to point out grave factual and historical errors that form the central theme in Rafick’s hatchet piece of trash (with dedak provided by Mahathir?), labelling China as a colonial power on the premise that there is a Chinese empire that existed by pure conquest, going from the center to the rest of the world, beginning with Qin Shihuang.

China, was before the Qin king, already a single country and defined boundaries with numerous competing state powers within it, breaking up and reuniting in cycles. If there was conquest it was expansion within the same set of territories against the same people we today call Chinese. Other Chinese came into the expanding Chinese territory. Naturally.

At the height of this ancient expansion is the Yuan dynasty, and look at the map below which is compared to present boundaries. And that expansion was carried out not by Han Chinese (though with our foot soldiers, cavalry and lancemen, my ancestors included) but by the Mongolian rulers, most notorious of who, Genghis Khan. (It also demonstrates the Chinese idea that in a crisis is an opportunity.)

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Or look at the modern day map, above, of the ruling Tang dynasty 800 years earlier than the Yuan. It goes as far west as what is now known as Kazakhstan where one of China’s greatest poets Li Bai was born. Farthest south is today called North Vietnam, and that provided the excuse for the eviction of numerous Chinese by the Viet government. Those evicted were not immigrants but descendants of the original Han Chinese settlers.

The blue arrows show the Tibetan invasion routes. Like the Mongols and the northern tribes beyond the Great Wall there had been never ending attacks against China by barbarians, after our silk, our rice, wheat, our horses, palace things, and our women. In the Han era records by Sima Qian these tribes were grouped into various single names, the Xiongnu being the biggest. If there was conquest, it was always the other way around: the Chinese mind their own business (we are after all a settled people) the barbarians come for us. Remember the Khan? Today, we Chinese have put them in their places.

During the Ming and Qing eras we thought that, with the Great Wall completed, with the northern and western borders secured, our country strong and people prosperous, we would be safe. We were wrong and, after which, we China paid the price for that error of judgment every year for 150 years without stop, up to 30 million killed, certainly more, when not starved. Our gates were undefended in the east (from Japan) and the south (from Europe, especially Britain). We as a government, responsible for our people’s welfare and safety, had failed them horribly. The sky wept without ceasing (clip below). It’s our fault but we promise never to repeat the same mistake. Never. We are, as our name 中华 say, an accomplished people; everyone else wanted a piece of us and we should have known. No more tears!

Court official: 大王, after 150 years Jian and our people have run out of tears. We can only begin anew if we first respect ourselves. We can no longer sit in silence, on our hands, do nothing, while barbarians like Rafick and Mahathir Mohamad malign us daily, treating us like punching bags to satisfy their personal political agenda. They are at it again, raiding our homes then withdrawing, hiding behind the walls and in the forest.

大王: What do you suggest we do?

Court official: We catch them and apply the five-horse treatment.

大王: Mmmm… Isn’t that extreme. We are civilized people.

Court official: Extreme to us, yes. But they are not us. And they are not civilized.

大王: Do what you must but, keep the horses quiet. Please….


As late as the Qing era, people were not labelled zhongguo ren 中国人 that is, Chinese. Nor did mamaks exist then, that is, the phony Malays. Chinese were known by the governing era, hence Tang people or Han people. In the Nanjing archives are actual hand-written Ming era journals by one of Zheng He’s Arabic translators that referred to the Chinese in Malacca as Tang ren, 唐人, that is, people of Tang.

In the same Nanjing archives, the ming shilu 明实录, there is no record of Parameswara ever meeting the emperor of ‘China’. It’s almost certain he met one of the senior officials of the 大明 Da Ming — not China — wherein the records state his name as 拜里米苏拉 bailimisula. We could have Malacca at a snap of a finger. You think he came in a sampan with an entourage of 540 people?

Now, look at the Qing dynasty map, superimposed on present boundaries, below:

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The People’s Republic today had lost a lot of territory, thanks to those bandits in Taiwan, working in cahoots with Americans and the UN. They were the ones who gave up those territories, including all of Mongolia, swathes of Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan, and Pacific Russia, and in present day part of India known as Sikkim. (Anyone been to Sikkim won’t recognize it as Indian territory because the residents all look Han Chinese. Russia because I live next to it, and I’d recognize a Chinese when I see one.)

As a collaborative point, you can see why we China will not give up any more territories, including those spots of islets in the South China Sea. They are ours! If the mamaks come with the Yanks, we will be waiting. We’ll not, I repeat, see our southern and eastern gates undefended again.

Below is also to repeat Rafick’s slanderous (probably paid) letter to Stevie ‘Wonder’ Gan’s Malaysiakini, childishly written and as infantile as RPK’s prose and logic. He begins: ‘In school….‘ It almost certainly means he went to a White man school (La Salle?), reading about China written in English by White people because mamaks, so much like northern barbarians beyond the Wall, have no culture nor even a civilization much less an education system. They deserve to be ruled by civilized people — us. As colonialists, we would be doing him a favor.

The man is living proof, alongside people like Mahathir Mohamad, that the world is a dangerous place, people’s motives are insincere, so that we must secure our southern borders at all cost.


We’re going to treat this darkie mamak thambi motherfucker to the five-horse treatment.


China’s global colonisation of the 21st century

In school, we learned about how the Chinese expanded their empire. From the from the Shang dynasty (c. 1600–1046 BC) to the Zhou dynasty (1046–256 BC).

In 221 BC, Qin Shi Huang conquered the various warring states and created for himself the title of Huangdi or “Emperor” of the Qin, marking the beginning of Imperial China which was followed by the Han dynasty (206 BC–220 AD).

China’s last dynasty was the Qing (1644–1912) which was replaced by the Republic of China in 1912, and in the mainland by the People’s Republic of China in 1949, resulting in two de facto states claiming to be the legitimate government of all China.

Puyi or Pu Yi (Feb 7, 1906 – Oct 17, 1967) of the Manchu Aisin Gioro clan, was the last Emperor of China and the twelfth and final ruler of the Qing dynasty.

Until recently, Chinese interest in world domination has slowed down. Previously the expansion of the Chinese empire was via brute force, threats and military intervention.

That has changed recently via the “One Belt One Road” economic strategy. They are now conquering the world slowly and using a far more refined method i.e. funding, construction and placement of their people. Believe it or not, China is on its way to conquer the world.

From East Asia to Central Asia and Africa, they have their projects in place. They have conquered and expanded one of the Spratly Islands despite world objection. Then they focussed on Kuantan with their ECRL project which includes the development of Chinese industries.

In Kuantan, they have a private enclave. In Johor, the Forest City project is meant to accommodate up to 700,000 Chinese nationals. The Forest City project is the entry point into Singapore and the south of Peninsular Malaysia.

Elsewhere, they have built the 1,300 km Karakoram Highway into Pakistan in the north and then they have built the port city of Gwadar that will hold 500,000 Chinese in close surroundings. They own the city and the port. Gwadar is to have access to the Middle East and Iran.

In Sri Lanka, they built the port city of Hambantota which is now owned by China for 99 years. They have their own port projects in Kenya and Djibouti as a result of the Africans’ inability to pay back their debt.

It reminds me of how Japan had placed its population across Asia years ahead before they entered WWII. The Americans have also been doing the same for past 50 years albeit using a different strategy.

They built bases all over the world. I think the Chinese prefer to conquer via economic measures. They want to push their products and their millions of people all over the world.

The world needs to wake up to this reality. How else are they going to sell their products and shift their populations from their overcrowded country?



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Another mamak, another motherfucker named Mohamad Rafick Khan. Is he also on dedak?


To Malaysiakini, write a letter, a column, Steven Gan will publish. In your submission to him, you don’t need to be right or accurate or factual or truthful; you only need to have a ‘view’. Having a ‘view’ — freedom of expression, you see — means a lot. It especially means that, at Malaysiakini, Stevie will take anything and everything. He becomes a repository of shit. Loads of it. Farther below, in full, is one of the latest and not because it is anti-China (which it is) but because of the arguments, the rationale, its logicism, its veracity; these are so absurd that peddled by a so-called Dr Mohamad Rafick Khan, another mamak, another motherfucker, presumably Malay, schooled in Malaysia, the ‘view’ is standard fare.

We Chinese are used to it by now. Besides, those in China don’t read in the English anyway, and I wager anyone to find one in a million, so nobody is bothered. What has China stolen from him to elicit this sort of slander? Nothing, really. Mahathir Mohamad is an anti-Chinese racist, has been, still is, like Phar Kim Boy, like Rais Hussin, like Kadir Jasin; they have a political agenda and Mohd Rafick’s audience are the Malays and the Anglophiles and so don’t care about truth.

Will we Chinese throw up and start plotting revenge? Who knows? Maybe. More important, we are patient. It’s not our time yet and, besides, we have no control in PJ. Why bother thus? We don’t even file it away; no, we keep it in mind and we wait. We do what we must do, not in response to Mohd Rafick or Mahathir, but if we want beans we’ll grow beans, if we want melons we’ll grow melons. We hold our Fate and Destiny in our hands. It is this that Mahathir doesn’t understand. We Chinese say, the like of Rafick and Mahathir make a strand of hair on a pig’s backside.

Above all, the enemy, people like Rafick et al, are showing their hands; they shout out their thoughts, even who they are (photo above). And we want to see their hand. Whereas we make ours invisible and silent. When the time comes, we’ll strike, relentless and without mercy. To us Chinese, friends and enemies are permanent; it is how we make of them, using the enemy on the occasion, and that makes the difference.

Below, enjoy; it’s an easy read, like that Form Five dropout and Moron of Manchester

China’s global colonisation of the 21st century

In school, we learned about how the Chinese expanded their empire. From the from the Shang dynasty (c. 1600–1046 BC) to the Zhou dynasty (1046–256 BC).

In 221 BC, Qin Shi Huang conquered the various warring states and created for himself the title of Huangdi or “Emperor” of the Qin, marking the beginning of Imperial China which was followed by the Han dynasty (206 BC–220 AD).

China’s last dynasty was the Qing (1644–1912) which was replaced by the Republic of China in 1912, and in the mainland by the People’s Republic of China in 1949, resulting in two de facto states claiming to be the legitimate government of all China.

Puyi or Pu Yi (Feb 7, 1906 – Oct 17, 1967) of the Manchu Aisin Gioro clan, was the last Emperor of China and the twelfth and final ruler of the Qing dynasty.

Until recently, Chinese interest in world domination has slowed down. Previously the expansion of the Chinese empire was via brute force, threats and military intervention.

That has changed recently via the “One Belt One Road” economic strategy. They are now conquering the world slowly and using a far more refined method i.e. funding, construction and placement of their people. Believe it or not, China is on its way to conquer the world.

From East Asia to Central Asia and Africa, they have their projects in place. They have conquered and expanded one of the Spratly Islands despite world objection. Then they focussed on Kuantan with their ECRL project which includes the development of Chinese industries.

In Kuantan, they have a private enclave. In Johor, the Forest City project is meant to accommodate up to 700,000 Chinese nationals. The Forest City project is the entry point into Singapore and the south of Peninsular Malaysia.

Elsewhere, they have built the 1,300 km Karakoram Highway into Pakistan in the north and then they have built the port city of Gwadar that will hold 500,000 Chinese in close surroundings. They own the city and the port. Gwadar is to have access to the Middle East and Iran.

In Sri Lanka, they built the port city of Hambantota which is now owned by China for 99 years. They have their own port projects in Kenya and Djibouti as a result of the Africans’ inability to pay back their debt.

It reminds me of how Japan had placed its population across Asia years ahead before they entered WWII. The Americans have also been doing the same for past 50 years albeit using a different strategy.

They built bases all over the world. I think the Chinese prefer to conquer via economic measures. They want to push their products and their millions of people all over the world.

The world needs to wake up to this reality. How else are they going to sell their products and shift their populations from their overcrowded country?


The Sapphire Case


Dear Jebat,

Greetings. This letter comes to you from China. I now live in the north although I’m not sure if the word ‘live’ is correct because half the time I not at home, like I’m not at home at this moment. Did I tell you I shall be getting married? If there is a chance, you should come visit; I’d like you to meet her; she’s the most beautiful thing in my life today. Here’s half a photo… It’s the way it is because she is a fashion model. And half because she is embarrassed that I throw up her images all over these pages. “I’m not Malaysian, I don’t speak English,” she said, “what will people think?” Queer, but she is okay with half a face.

Fall is a still a good time to come, but not from November on and not winter certainly when it is so cold that some days feel like the cold actually gnaws at the bones, you know, chewing it. And I’m not exaggerating. When the wind comes, which is daily, it can get to minus 10, 20 C. Last winter it hit minus 40. That’s 70 C difference from what you’re accustomed to.

I trust all is well on your side. And your family also. I ask because, these days, I don’t see much of you at your JMD site. As Malaysians say, nothing more to ‘hentam’? What I truly like is your silence: that is, in victory you don’t gloat. This is so unlike Anglophile DAP and PKR and especially their Christian leaders. And that Kadir Jasin. They are endlessly belligerent, day-in, day-out, even when power is theirs.

We, you and I, were right all along about 1MDB but I would still argue you are wrong about Najib Razak: he is not the ultimate cause, he is purely the top surface manifestation of a very sick, rotten and absurd country. (Besides, with 1MDB, you got nothing on Najib, at worse a parking ticket; see this.) Institutions, a country being its show-case exemplar, are not stand-alone creations you get from the snap of the fingers. They are dependent, on the ground and from the ground up, and therefore takes time to grow. Malaysia had 60 years of growing, half that cultivated by Mahathir alone. It is what we Chinese mean when we say, grow beans you get beans so that when reforms are not happening it is to be expected. It’s not as if one is reforming a thief. Teach him new values the thief becomes good. Instead, words, promises, manifestos, become just that — words, a hollowness that bear no intrinsic weight, no purpose, no nothing.

We don’t get the government we deserve, or voted in. We get the government — we get the country — its population cultivated. (Not by me, though; I’m out.)

Your silence, I suspect, betrays your ambivalence in this damn business. But you can do nothing. Nor, truth be told, can Mahathir. He grew beans and he got, well… lots of beans, yet — and this is the astonishing part — he’s still cultivating the same after the harvest. Lim Kit Siang et al? Forget them; they are a bunch of vacuous, juvenile minds like all those babble mouth Assembly of God pastors speaking in-tongues.

Where does that leave us, leave Malaysia?

Nowhere. Let it be.

On second thoughts, I should skip the ‘us’ part and confine the idea to only the word, Malaysia. Here’s to stick it to Joseph Lim Guan Eng: I don’t consider myself Malaysian, I’m Chinese. The Malaysian is a sick label and means nothing. China is my country so that if we ever go to war, which Mahathir is so actively cultivating (the Rafick article above), then I’m on China’s side. This should please Ahi Attan or Kadir or Annie: see, the Chinese are not patriotic! On a battle field, a gun each, I will have no hesitation to kill Malaysians — not for a second, in this order, fascists, starting with Mahathir then Anglophiles and Christians. I might also kill you. On the other hand, face to face, I could lay down my gun and say, I’m Chinese, China is my Motherland, my country, I will not surrender. Do whatever you like.

I don’t believe Malays hate Chinese nor want to. But not mamaks (Mahathir, Mohd Rafick, Syed Akbar Ali). There is no reason, they don’t need any, they just do. Perhaps it’s their combination of Anglophile values and mother India. We, Malays and Chinese, have more in common than you can imagine. (Though, I must add, I have 101 reasons to hate Malays, among which is the story of the photo below.)

Should you meet Annie, convey to her my best wishes. I’m certain she will outlive Pakatan Harapan. Tell her, get married, and stop gallivanting with that stupid Pakatan mob of reader assholes. No pearls ever come out of the fangs of deranged dogs. Even if it’s main main, she’s better off doing other things. Finish her book for example.




Postscript: Jebat, did you see that, above?

This is what I think: in his heart Mahathir doesn’t like and doesn’t want to see any sort of Malay-Chinese union best expressed, for example, in the person of Annie or, in other ways, the ECRL, Forest City, the Johor Sultan and Chinese, Najib and China, Singapore-Malaysia, Indonesia-China, Umno-MCA, and others. Imagine how he would feel, thinking about the repercussions — never mind true or false — on, say, mamaks, Anglophiles, India, the US. Where he can stop this Malay-Chinese union, he will; hence his use of the language of sovereignty and in stoking Malay fears, on the one side, Muar on the other. (The rabble-rousing quality in Rafick’s letter above is the clearest indicator yet of Mahathir’s heart and motives. He might be calculating that this will contribute to inflame China so badly, something breaks. So let me say this, Jebat, my dear friend, I am afraid that’s a thing I have no control over.)

There is also Mahathir’s domestic, political consideration and prestige at stake.

His entire adult, political outlook and working life for 60 years was pivoted on the premise (The Malay Dilemma) that Malays are stupid and blind whereas the Chinese are selfish and a threat to Malay well-being. China’s Belt and Road projects, should they succeed and bring to Malays material benefits and prosperity (Kelantan, Trengganu, Pahang), not only destroy that premise but his own standing, too, as the ‘Father of Development’. It was easy to build a whole city Putrajaya, Cyberjaya, and twin towers — issue bonds, take a loan, hire Korean and Japanese engineers, and bring in the Indonesians. But, harder it is to succeed where he failed many times over because products (Proton, Perwaja) and services (KTM) must come bundled into infrastructure (hence capital) and markets (China and Europe). That, or nothing moves. This defeat on his ego must be hard to swallow given especially his underlying premise cited earlier. Worse for it, the ones with the ideas, the backing and the money are not local Chinese but foreign Chinese.

You can see why China is to him the object more hated than Najib but it’s the latter who must be first to go in order to undermine the former. And this is the absurdity in the present situation: To prove himself right 60 years ago, he destroys the foundations, including especially Malay-Sino union, for a modern Malay society that he claims to seek.

If you go on pure cost-benefit analysis on any project — and I know all about those MBA type I/O metrics — no project can get started. None at all. Africa remains Africa, 60, 80 years later. The World Bank is now useless. And Malaysia remains a coconut shell. But, of course, cost-benefit was never the argument from those Pakatan assholes, ultimately; it was simply an excuse.

A person such as Mahathir, or any sovereign country, is entitled to cancel a project, stop investments and so on. Even to renege on a deal. But it — no, Mahathir — has no right to cast aspersions on our integrity, our motives and then, with those kinds of incendiary assertions, drag Malays into a fight with us.

Is there anywhere in the world a more irresponsible Prime Minister? Now, no amount of PR sweet words from Ong Kian Ming will change the past and the fact of Mahathir, of Pakatan Harapan, their filthy mouths, and their fascist ideology. Companies do what they must while those who handle politics, public and international affairs do what they do best.

Take it from a friend, Jebat, and I’m not saying it lightly because many people, and I can feel them seething inside, but they keep the lid on as is customary of us Chinese (and Malays, too, I believe). Since Mahathir in particular, we had it with Malaysia, its politicians, politics and its system. We’ll no longer ‘sit on our hands’. Do you remember the phrase? It first came up with the Red Shirts at Petaling Street. Know who said it?

If people go out looking for trouble, they will find it. Always. The ones who eventually pay might not be Mahathir, personally, individually but ordinary Malays or other Malaysians. This can’t be helped. They got them in after all.

Pssst, Jho Low is in good hands. And we shall leave it at that….

It’s late, I’m tired, and sad, but let’s talk again another time.



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Fall is here 秋天来了

All across China, including Hong Kong, in the farms, in schools, we salute our Motherland, a new academic year, a new Autumn and we prepare a new generation to take over the work and the lives we must leave behind, eventually.

We first teach them to be human, second photo below, because being human is not something one is born into (think about it: all are born animals instinctively). Being human is cultivated and never to expect otherwise. After which their limitations, like the tight-rope walker near the bottom of this post, will reach the extent of their varied, individual human-ness.

In this way, they readily learn family, acceptance, tolerance, discipline and excellence, a way far, far, far better than any fucking ‘holy’ book; I think Anglophiles call it the ‘Bible’ but, really, a book of utter voodoo trash.


Schools prepare various activities for students to greet new semester across China


How do we know Fall has arrived? The egrets…




In Beijing, meanwhile, Xi Jinping hosts Africa…



Away in Switzerland, the National Acrobatic Troupe…


Away on holiday, still…


Still flying, China 我的美丽中国….


A fighter pilot’s view of the farms. A screen capture view on my Google map. Jian is not far away; I can feel her heartbeat….(All photos above from Xinhua.)


Fall here, seeing the roads fill with children these days, we feel old, 白頭, and Jian and I talk often about marriage. She prefers ancient wear, as far back as one can get to, like those from 1,500 years ago, below.

這一路 就能走到白頭

我以為 煙雨只為情留
這場雨 就能下到白頭
可是遠山雲悠悠 各自去留
我們已回不到 從前時候

我以為 山水只為你秀
這一路 就能走到白頭
月光已舊 葬了誰的溫柔


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