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…and Destroyed Umno


Neither Umno nor Malaiyoos nor Mahathir seem to know what’s happened to them, those poor, stupid bastards. They just don’t get it, even when you spell it out in a sign poster: Disrupt, destroy, new beginning then another new. We didn’t miss anything, did we, Joey?


Born to Chinese parents, raised in Penang, educated in Wharton, can’t read Chinese (like Helen Ang, Hannah Yeoh, Liew Chin Tong et al), Low Taek Jho 刘特佐 or 劉特佐 is the quintessential Malaysia-Singapore Anglophile.

This Anglo-Christian quality has a morality dimension — greed, power and hypocrisy — that is best expressed in politics, he aligning with the Malay polity personified in Najib Razak as Lim Guan Eng did with Mahathir Mohamad.

Thank you Joey boy.

He was the key in bringing back Mahathir and, thence, to destroy Umno: the Malay kills the Malay in mutual self-destruction and behind all that a Chinese Anglophile oiling the process.

Next, wait for Mahathir to destroy the remnants of the Malay political forces, with much help from Guan Eng’s DAP, of course. Reason: Malaiyoos believe DAP Anglophiles are better to be trusted than the ‘ultra’ Chinese; they themselves are Anglophiles after all, Mahathir, Rais Hussin, Kadir Jasin, Syed Akbar Ali, Ahi Attan…. They are, in another way of saying the same thing, victims of their own anti-Chinese propaganda and Anglo self-delusional narcissism, believing that the true Chinese are a godless heathen, inferior to them, therefore, immoral and cheats.

But, like Joey, the banana Guan Eng-DAP, too, must be sacrificed, to die, for our sake, rightfully, necessarily, justly. Anglos call it poetic justice. We Chinese call it dao. Buddhists call it karma. You see it happening already.



The day she came down the mountains

The way she says it, this, in sequence, is what probably happened the day eight years ago she left her mountain home. It was an early autumn day, sun still behind the trees, clouds gathering in the horizon…

We returned recently to find that life had changed little, the road up and down, the cypress forest, the solitude, the fields grow, the old trees chopped for firewood. You can tell, everybody was glad you are back though they never say it. We brought back enough pork to feed a whole village, with which is served sweet rice wine on 30 plus percent alcohol. That night we slept under the stars and with the wide-tail nightjar hooting away somewhere. Soon Fall will come — in these mountains it’s always early — and it will be nine years to that day that changed not just our lives, Jian and I, but everyone else as well.

It worries us sick that we could lose this happiness. Cities give and cities take; they have such dangers lurking.




This just came in…

In Liaoning, next door to north Korea:

There is a movement in China calling on villagers to build houses like the one above, cheap, local timber, fast to build, easy to maintain and renovate, instead of a 10-room mansion that is empty for 11 months in a year.


In Henan, home of the Xi’an terracotta warriors:

All made in China: Bugs before, bugs after… the tree you see is the Chinese fir. It is, really, not bad. Tastes like fried Kentucky, without the salt.




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Xenophobic and racist Anglophile First

A case in point…

Pendatang! Balik Cina — Again — But Spoken in English

Anglophile First: See why a DAP Malaysia is going to be a fucked-up country, like is PAP Singapore.

The source of that man’s attitude (in the clip above) — berating, bullying, moralizing, inhumane, irrational — isn’t rooted in law nor in state policies but in his culture and value system that the Singaporean motherfucker had imported then raised to accept without question. He isn’t the first, of course (see below), and won’t be the last.

DAP Malaysia actively promotes this sort of thinking, values and culture: Malaysian First, which is anti-Malay, anti-Chinese, anti-natives because, in Hannah Yeoh’s words, we have ‘no class‘. And we Chinese have been getting it from them, whether in Malaysia or Singapore. Such are the beginnings of fascism.

But we Chinese, China, will get even; we always do. Besides, it’s in the Nature of things….





The world’s most potent revolutionary and anarchist propaganda — and highly deceptive, too. Yet Che Guevara is not even Cuban, he is Irish descent, his father surname Lynch being from the Cork, and Che himself living a while in Limerick. The Che poster had come from one of the two frames immediately above and note who preceded Castro and Che? Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir.


Hannah Savior Yeoh and Chairman Commie Lim

In February 1970 16-year-old Zhang Hongbing slipped a note under an officer’s door in his Anhui village, accusing his mother of criticizing the Cultural Revolution and Mao Zedong. After which, the mother was bound, dragged out, beaten then executed. In 2016, Zhang, 72 by then, wrote and published the same account in his blog to explain her death and his betrayal: “I want to make people in China to think.”

If you are wondering about the relationship in the above image and the one below, it’s this: they carry the same propaganda.

In Harapan, DAP people in particular, so skilled in lying and deception, fought, lived by and had thrived on propaganda: they had won GE14 on propaganda and now rule by propaganda.

Everything else, such as the police and MACC raids, exist purely to explain and to justify the propaganda message: they are Saviors. They had even converted a 12-year-old named Ervin Devadasan to their cause, Ervin being as classic as Anglophile like is Shay Adora Ram.

And here’s the thing: Having ‘rescued’, ‘saved’ the country, the DAP (and Pakatan) will feel justified to drive and to own it. On that plank, when propaganda turns to action and because of a Malay backlash, the result will convulse the country.

Wait till Umno and PAS get their act together….

We haven’t yet the seen the backs of racism that the DAP itself practises in its inverted form: the Anglophile and the Jesus Christ supremacy inside them.

For 60 years or more, all government propaganda messages rested on situating a Malay, usually some Umno crony, as an exemplar of the penultimate Malaysian character, quality and patriotism; that person is never, for example, a Chinese. (Recall Mahathir’s towering Malays?) Today, on the same pivotal position, the ultimate, devoted Malaysian carries a name like Ervin, black skin, white inside, all white, like Shay Adora is white, like Hannah Yeoh, like Joseph Lim Guan Eng, like Lisa Ng and Sheridan Mahavera.

Shay Adora’s turn will come; she is still growing up.


What’s Wrong with the Pakatan Government?

The question above is found in the answers to the following questions:

  • What lays at the root of the decision by DAP Minister Kulasegaran to want to deport all the foreign cooks? Why did he stop at cooks only?
  • What’s to be gained by Hannah Yeoh using — no, exploiting  — a kid, lifting him onto a national pedestal, identical in the way she exploited her 6-day-old daughter to claim a non-existent ethnic root?
  • Why did Mahathir claim that Malaysia has too much debt, 1 trillion too much, then turns around to say the country needed to borrow from Japan, justifying, at the same time, to keep giving fish to fishermen?
  • Why did Mahathir, Lim Guan Eng et al keep lying about the one trillion ringgit?
  • What motivates Jagdeep Singh to wall up migrant workers in Penang into designated areas only, in essence, a policy identical to Nazi policy towards Jews and the Chinese Exclusion Act in the US?

In all the questions, above, Malaysian nationalism is the central plank. In power now, they crank up that message.

Pakatan’s entire propaganda efforts would leave and demand this choice from the Malays: either you are Malay or Malaysian. And if you are Malay you can’t be true Malaysian. Or, if you are true Malaysian, you can’t be Malay.


Anglophieng Revisited

Here, you’ve an Anglophile, with an Aussie diploma, who once counted beans for a living, so listen to him, in Malay, trying to make sense of truth and reality.

A Spade is a Spade when Guan Eng says it is

Guan Eng [in translation] within 50 seconds can go from claim (in italics, bold and parenthesized, below) to fact to contradiction then to contrary-claim and back to contradiction, onward to repeating false equivalence, after which, if you were to sum them up has only one noun-adjectival word. It is call a lie:

… The debt position of the federal government is an amount exceeding 1 trillion ringgit (claim). Obviously, Moody’s saying that the federal government debt at this point is 687 billion (fact). True, we don’t dispute that (first contradiction). But we estimate that the savings (contrary-claim) of the federal government from debts (second contradiction) … For example, the case of 1MDB (false equivalence in an example)….

Small wonder, Malaysia is so fucked up, sucking up to Mahathir, Guan Eng, et al. And reporters, Malaysiakini in particular, see nothing wrong with that statement… and so continue day-in, day-out to troll out trash and those motherfuckers proclaiming them as saviors and gods (the same thing they say for 2,000 years about that other fucker named Jesus Motherfucking Christ). It is his ‘right’, they’d say. It’s transparency, accountability, they’d say.

Also note the man to his left smirking, and who, once in the business pages, would hail him as a successful, clever man all because he’s got more money than you.

The Truth of the Matter

Lim Guan Eng (and Mahathir Mohamad) get away with what they say by the mere act of repetition, which is the cliche excuse given to lies by Malaysiakini. But how does repetition turn a lie into truth?

It can’t. No, rather, lies become lies after first accruing some certainty: it must, those motherfucking editors say to us, contain a germ of truth. Thus, on this germ, grows a kernel of impenetrability so nobody truly understands what it is, in the end, Guan Eng is saying about the ‘debt’.

This is where economics come in. Without, first, the comprehending the economics contain in the statement — the government debt is now 1 trillion — how could Malaysiakini tell if Guan Eng is telling it right? But to get to the bottom of the matter, for the economics to be explained, 1 trillion cannot be done without the tables, graphs and especially the mathematics.

It would be like talking your way through a painting without ever showing the water-color painting, photo above: try imaging it purely with words. You’d be wrong ten times out of ten.

(Truth? It is the cover of a new book Acts of Infidelity, Picador, by Sweden’s Lena Andersson who tells of a respectable playwright (Andersson herself is a novelist) entering into a relationship that’s today called a mistress. To pour scorn on the Chinese as low-class, Anglophiles and moral motherfuckers like Hannah Yeoh call the mistress, a concubine. Andersson wanted an answer to the question, once the sex is taken out, satisfied, what is a lover for in this age?)

In the remaining part of this post, talking of 1 trillion, financial economics and analytic logic are used, generously.


Why do the Fuckers keep lying about the Trillion?

Begin with Anil Netto, a quack economist:

“The federal government’s domestic debt has soared from RM217bn in 2006 to RM438bn in 2011.”

Notice the word, ‘soared’. After which he goes on, dousing petrol into the ‘soaring’ debt numbers:

“The government, however, says nothing to worry, the total federal government debt is only 53.5 per cent of GDP, still below the critical threshold of 55 per cent. But see how even that ratio has been rising over the years.”

After which, he reproduced the graph below:


What’s wrong with it?

For the answer, see the next graph below, taken from some birdy named Hornbill who, though, is less hostile to Najib (pay attention to the green line, at 60 to 100% of GDP that ran for half of Mahathir’s era):


Both charts are factual, but none is true. Not true because debt and GDP are apple and orange comparisons.

Total federal government debt is total stock of monies owed by Putrajaya whereas GDP is not a stock concept but a flow — how many stalks of rice ripened yesterday and harvested, chapatis made and eaten tomorrow — hence, GDP changes by the minute.

Debt-to-GDP is hardly the stuff of economics, it is not even worth discussing, but it is useful for rating agencies (Moody’s etc) and central banks as a measure (notice the word, ‘a’) of the government’s ability to pay. But, in the hands of motherfuckers like Lim Guan Eng and Mahathir Mohamad, they’d use it to decide if Malaysia is going to be ‘bankrupt’.

In corporate or stock market terms, debt level is called ‘leverage’ or ‘gearing’. Hence, debt-to-income ratio is a company’s ability to pay for every dollar earned over a period. In an indirect way, the ratio measures how much money could be earned for every dollar borrowed, though those earnings won’t come three, five years later when a factory, paid with a bank loan today, is completed and therefore could start to produce goods after which they are sold (insyaallah) and earn money to repay the loan. Hopefully, net of these repayments, there is leftover as profit.

Exactly the same is the debt-to-GDP concept, measured sometimes in percentage terms, and mostly as multiple (or fraction) of the other. At a macroeconomic level, however, the ratio is almost useless because, unlike corporate, the government can print money.

Still, we’ll talk about it here because of morons like Anil Netto, since joined by the Lady of the Valley (who can bear to see a graph, which gives her a kepala spin), each of them, one piling on top of the other in a doomsday propaganda started by Mahathir, now spread by Malaysiakini and Stevie ‘Wonder’ Gan.

Now, look at the Japan numbers:


Holy Jesus shit…! 200%, then 250.

These are numbers that Gan, to serve the propaganda, won’t show. This is because the graph demonstrates two things:

  • (a) you don’t need Moody’s to tell you Mahathir is spreading lies,
  • (b) that the ratio in Malaysia doesn’t really, really, really matter.

So long as you afford to repay, who cares if it is 1000% of GDP. And if you have no money to repay then print money or sell bonds. In Japan, they print yen; in US dollars.

Here then we arrive at the crux of the matter in Mahathir’s lies:

  • what’s debt; (Which seems like a redundant question till you learn about its economics.)
  • is a government guarantee given on a loan a debt;
  • the differences between federal, national, and household debt; and
  • does it matter in distinguishing different kinds of debt, or debt that’s external or domestic.

We’ll deal with them together but in random order — the end result from our quest is still the same.

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Because Mahathir and Pakatan tied up government debt with bankruptcy (this stupidity came from the other motherfucker named Lim Kit Siang), quickly scan through the column headings above: debt is broken into external and domestic.

This is big deal because money owed to, say, Japan is different from owing Maybank. Owing Maybank, the government has the power to print ringgit to settle its debt. Owing Japan, it can’t print yen. Malaysia has to earn yen to pay back yen. So, how to get hold of yen? In that situation, Bank Negara comes in.

In other words, ringgit debt won’t bankrupt Malaysia but foreign debt will. Many Latin America in the 1980s, (see Chile, table above), Philippines in the 1990s, Greece and Iceland in 2000s, defaulted on their debt.

Most of those debt — and this is point of departure in discussing debt — were owed by the government (see Greece, below) not by individuals and companies. What is the federal government external debt today? Answer: Around 200 bn out of 687 bn, that is, under 20% of GDP. In comparison Bank Negara’s international reserves is more than 400 bn.


If by breaking down the concept of debt, the federal government’s position isn’t in dire straits, why then did the motherfuckers Mahathir/Guan Eng keep drumming it up?

To answer that question, first resolve: Is it 1 trillion or 686 bn?

(This segment to be continued…)


Letters from a Stoic

There are more things … likely to frighten us than there are to crush us; we suffer more often in imagination than in reality.



From the Daoist Seneca

It is likely that some troubles will befall us; but it is not a present fact. How often has the unexpected happened! How often has the expected never come to pass! And even though it is ordained to be, what does it avail to run out to meet your suffering? You will suffer soon enough, when it arrives; so look forward meanwhile to better things. What shall you gain by doing this? Time. There will be many happenings meanwhile which will serve to postpone, or end, or pass on to another person, the trials which are near or even in your very presence. A fire has opened the way to flight. Men have been let down softly by a catastrophe. Sometimes the sword has been checked even at the victim’s throat. Men have survived their own executioners. Even bad fortune is fickle. Perhaps it will come, perhaps not; in the meantime it is not. So look forward to better things.


Not-so-impenetrable Joycean Speak


the day I got him to propose to me . . . first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth… he said I was a flower of the mountain… yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldn’t answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky. . .



Those who are to be judges, must also be performers (i.e artists.) Those who are to perform, should judge less. — Adapted from Aristotle, in Politics


One of the finest films to come out of the Chinese society, arts, consciousness and our humanity. Accept it as true because it is.


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Dragon boat race today, above. Below, dragon boats 1200-1500 years ago, Tang era painting.


Qu Yuan’s Suicide Note

We Chinese are the only culture that every year for 2000 years on the fifth day of the fifth month — today in Gregorian calendar — honors a government official who threw himself into a river, and we’d race each other to look for him.

This is the depth of our humanistic, secular culture, which is that the fate of man, people, beats all the gods.

The occasion is observed wherever there are Chinese (Anglophiles excepting), named duanwujie in China, dumpling festival in Malaysia/Singapore, hari in Japan.

The Han historian Sima Qian mentioned him in the shiji (Book of History). But Qu Yuan 屈原 himself, c. 340 BCE-278 BCE, left a body of written works contained in the anthology titled chuci, or Chu Elegies or Songs to Chu.

In it, his stylistic form veered away from the conventional that you normally see: four-character word organized in paired rows or in couplets. In Elegies, the signature and masterpiece is Qu Yuan’s Lamentations, 哀郢 lisao (poem in original Chinese). There, the varied forms, but predominantly three-character word + three,  dictate the themes and subjects.

In Lamentations, Qu Yuan alternates between talking about nature and about his life, as if these are parallel events; he compared his ethical values to the other officials then. There is no translating the Chinese form into English, but here is an example of the themes:

Heaving a sigh prolonged and wiping off my tears,
I grieve the life of our people with thorns and hardships laid.

In other parts he compares himself to a gardener, herbalist and naturalist, then goes off into an exploration of human qualities (in those lines, you can almost picture Umno and Mahathir-era rule):

At morn, I drink the magnolia’s dripping dews,
At nightfall, I on asters’ fallen petals dine….

I’ve planted nine fields of eupatorium sweet,
And raised a hundred mu of fragrant coumarous,
Together with fifty acres of azalea bright,
And asarums and angelicas fresh and new.
Expecting sore their foliage would then flourish fast,
I wish I could in due time reap an odorous crop.

I see those junta men all take to pleasures ill,
Their paths are dark and hazardous in butt,…

The rabble, greedy for gains and power, rushes on,
Chock-full, yet still not content with what it has got;
Each of them, self-condoning and doubting others,
Becomes’ bristling with envy rancid and hot,

The banal and the profound threads through the poem that runs a marathon 372 lines, but the finest part appears in the four-line Epilogue. It was his suicide note:

Since in that kingdom all my virtue spurn,
Why should I for the royal city yearn?
Wide though the world, no wisdom can be found.
I’ll seek the stream where once the sage was drowned.

This reminds of Zhao Mingfu 赵明福, that is, Teoh Beng Hock…, so that when Lim Guan Eng denies he is Chinese, he refutes and denounces all that, the ethics and ideals, which we Chinese stand for. But then he is Anglophile.

Mingfu, on the other hand, was true as Chinese; you see characteristics of it in the final note he left behind.




Another Qu Yuan’s work is titled ‘Ask the Heavens!‘, in pinyin, tianwen 天问.

But, ask what? You can sense what the poem entails, given Qu Yuan’s circumstances of the time. Immediately below is the modern-day rendering of Ask the Heavens by Wang Xiaolong, painting in metal and wood:


lisao put to music


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 离骚 & Masterpieces in Chinese Literature

Above, illustrated version of Qu Yuan’s Lamentations, lisao 离骚. That version in traditional script (below, middle row) is a Qing-era copy kept in the Taiwan national archives. Earlier versions in the seal script (top row, below) are kept in China.


 屈原 Qu Yuan Ethics & Politics

Above, modern-day Qu Yuan depiction, standing in Hubei’s Jingzhou, present-day name for the ancient capital Ying  to the State of Chu  (c. 1030 BCE-223 BCE). Below, map of the ‘warring states’ era, at the end of which Chu (map below) was seized by Qin, creating a unified China.

In Chinese culture, the vanquished is not obliterated, unlike Anglophile and Malaiyoo Malaysia. Lu state (map below), also absorbed by Qin, gave the Chinese nation Confucius. The Chu state left behind the book named Songs to Chu or chuci 楚辭 — thereby giving the Chinese, Qu Yuan (plus dragon boat racing). He is venerated not as a god (the thing that stupid Anglophiles assume we do in temples, also below) but as an embodiment of certain ethical values and loyalist ideals, selflessness, upright, and steadfast to those.

Within these ideals is resolved the nationalist contention, so that Zhao Mingfu wouldn’t have to die so soon: whose side are you on, China or Malaysia? That question makes antagonistic two forces as if they are inherently exclusive, hence mutually destructive. This white man’s way of thinking is false.

I am China. China is me. By the same ideals and values, what’s good for China has to be good for Malaysia. Choosing one is choosing the other.

They could never understand that elementary philosophy, those Anglophiles Lim Guan Eng, that motherfucker, and YZ Chin, cunt of a bitch, all being so banana.





After the dragon boats, come summer solstice

To Lady in a quiet Valley corner…

As humans women, in western culture, are so much better than men. From Varlam Shalamov who spent 15 years in prison camps, one in Kolyma, so that upon his release he wrote the book of ‘Kolyma Stories‘:

I saw that women are more decent and self-sacrificing than men: in Kolyma there were no cases of a husband following his wife. But wives would come, many of them.

On nights alone

Here, summer days are hotter than in Malaysia, topping 37 recently. Days are long, and the sun sets at about 8 pm. Schools and universities are on the final leg of the semester after which the holidays come. I wait to be released from my duties.

We are on a three-day public holiday since yesterday. For reasons of work, we were (again) separated, two days now, connected only by the phone and some text messages: “Two nights I can’t sleep and I’m crying on my own.” That evening, a video appears on my phone in which she is sobbing. Perhaps it is the bipolar disorder. Or, perhaps it’s the short nights. Summer solstice, when the day is longest, is due June 21.

Deep in the nights and when the day’s papers are cleared, all I’d do, after the messages, is to turn to Lamentations, lisao. Then, revisiting Joyce’s Ulysses, you see this:

May I touch you there?
Can I stay the night?
Will you always love me?

Listening to those words, you know the rest of the world is unimportant, really. But the heart doesn’t rest easy; when we have been together for 8 years, or is it 9?, it feels strange to be talking strangely about her.

Mathematically, our lives go like this,


P/S: Search under I Girasoli (English title, Sunflower). Near the end there is a line, spoken through Sofia Loren: “I wanted to die. I thought I could never live without love.” That, or, if it isn’t asking too much in philistine, ‘low-class’ culture DAP Malaysia, try the bookstore tomorrow for ‘Acts of Infidelity’ by Lena Andersson; it’s not a Mills & Boons type of work.



Dragon boat pictorial across China









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Hey, keling! Watch this…Nah!


Banana Republic

What’s a banana republic? It’s one ruled by bananas, or coconuts as the case may be, people brown and yellow outside but white inside.

Yellow or brown, they are the same, Anglophone education, English-speaking, think the world of white England (Singapore ministers call it ‘first world’ standard; Hannah Yeoh, DAP et al call it ‘high class’) western culture, walk-on-water voodoo, unemployable, rootless, liberal, racist, loud-mouth, judgmental, tyrannical, dogmatic, narcissistic, duplicitous, meddlesome, can’t read and write hanzi but hate Chinese for absolutely no reason. (What did we steal from them? Or even said a single bad thing?) In a word they are, Anglophiles.

To say they ‘hate Chinese’ because we — me, Jian (although she doesn’t live here), China, Chinese culture, progress, civilization and the way we think and live our lives — are the opposite of everything they stand for. Everything. Down to the dots and ts.

Malays, Anglophiles can walk over. But Chinese won’t bend and take our hats for them because we wear no hats. Worse for their condescending ways and their tyrannical dogma, they find us near impossible to convert, to speak their language, to believe in their beliefs. Anglophiles especially know we are a culture superior to that which they had copied from England. And this needles them to no end. It means frustration.

We will not be turned into bananas, made into a banana people, run by bananas in a banana republic. Mahathir with the DAP will produce a banana republic.

Singapore is the world’s first banana republic run by Anglophiles: rich yes but for no purpose, philistine and without culture; toilets are clean yes but out of fear not volition; hands are clean yes, only because they transact with gloves on; educated and clever, seemingly, and only because you understand their language — English (whereof one cannot speak thereof one must be silent).

Above all, a banana republic appears democratic and free because, its forms, the elections, the campaign after that and the vote finally dispossesses you of — you surrender to it — your ability to act and especially your capacity to think, to evaluate and to judge. And with such a people they — i.e. the ruling party — can then do what they please.

In their hands, and without ethics, without culture, without a distinct existential philosophy nor a historical guide, the instruments of the state can be deployed any which way they want. Anglophiles need only to give the justifications — in English, of course — never mind the reasoning. Arguing is enough, after all, since it is Reason that follows the Will.

It is no accident the PAP ruling party is full of English lawyers and its society attract the Jho Low MBA types. It is no accident the DAP is the same.


Saying Kuan Yew did the “impossible”, Francis Lim Guan Eng didn’t merely buy into the official Singapore ‘Jesus-is-Savior’ narrative fiction of a fictional superman Lee, he is actually one of them: speaking English, thinking in English, and being English, with all the attributes of Englishness that lead to greatness, supposedly having achieved the ‘impossible’.

It is this kind of historical distortion, actually lying, that is the stuff of Anglophile propaganda.

Chinese thinking (Daoist especially) about greatness is the opposite: the great leader does his job well, quietly with no fanfare then disappears for good so the people will say to themselves, ‘we did it ourselves’. That is true public service. Which is why you can’t name one person in Chinese history, 5000 years old, who could make the claim, ‘I did it all’. Nor could you find one — ‘the impossible achiever’ — in Hong Kong or Korea or Taiwan, any of which was then far, far, far more disadvantaged (wars, famine, natural disasters, social upheavals) than was Singapore in its beginnings.


Some favorites of Jian, another ultra Chinese among 1.4 billion.



Blackie keling racist: When was the last time you tried to lick a white arse? Your keling wife know?

P Gunasegaram’s GST masturbation

The premise of that keling’s entire argument is that only China benefits from the ECRL, meaning Malaysian taxpayers had been taken for a ride, and, to do that, the BN government is in cahoots with the main Chinese contractor.

And the basis for that premise? It is the one, below, one line stuck somewhere in his diatribe (“we will show without any doubt“, See-To’s “spin“, “toxic China connection“):

The contract price (dated Nov. 2016) must have included the GST then (April 2015).

How does the keling know the contract ‘must have’ included GST? He has seen it? He drafted it? He knows how to draft this kind of contracts? Does he even know how to count, use a calculator? Does the keling know better than the contractor, told in advance ECRL would be tax-exempt? The keling knows that the government hid this fact from the contractor, allowing it to inflate the price? What is Guna suggesting: this GST is some sort of backhand bribe?

It’s thankless for See-To or anyone else to have to explain because rationality, mathematics and economics are not what motherfuckers like Guna want to hear, even if he is capable of simple arithmetic.

Those are not their primary issues of concern; fixing Najib Razak is. And to bring down Najib any tool will do. Guna the keling, like his boss Malaysiakini’s Steven Gan, like Husam and like Mahathir have demonstrated — repeatedly — they are happy to use those tools.

To attack ECRL, this is the bonus: because it uses a Chinese company, attacking it continues where Mahathirism and Anglophiles have left off in their Anglo prejudices — Chinese being a greedy, money-grubbing people and so they cheat at every opportunity.

Such an accusation is not a matter of interpretation nor opinion. It’s about Anglophile morality and their English racism. You have only to go back to the Mahathir days and even long after that, say, a year ago, to the infamous Petra Kamarudin, to Ahirudin Attan, and to Kadir Jasin (the first two are Najib supporters, by the way; Kadir is with Mahathir) and especially to Anglophiles and Christians, the like of Charles Santiago and DAP/PKR politicians (Wong Chen in particular) they’d say the same thing: Chinese are an evil lot.

Good and evil, right and wrong are determined not by ethical considerations — truth much less — but those are matters solely of political allegiance.

Back to Guna: he spins but says he will “show without any doubt“. He lies but say it is See-To who spins. All major government projects are GST-exempt, but Guna et al will say there has been preferential treatment — the back story of which is, kickbacks. 2+2 = 4?

It is like the Equanimity affair: there is nothing criminal in its ownership, declared an independent court (in Jakarta) no less, hence, must be let go. How do Anglophiles respond? Which is also to say, it is pointless answering the like of Guna. For one thing, if that keling and assorted others were shown to be wrong, “without any doubt“, they will apologize and rewrite all their slanders?

These are, after all, hatchet men. And you never, never answer the hatchet men. You….

See-To wastes his time. Better for him to say to Guna, “Fuck you. So what, blackie keling? Go fuck your daughter.”

This way for example.

Hey, keling! Once again…Nah!

Jian would show him this:


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Ubah the Lie

If everyone always lies to you, the consequence is not that you believe the lies, but that no one believes anything at all anymore — and rightly so, because lies, by their very nature, have to be changed, to be ‘re-lied,’ so to speak.

— Hannah Arendt, 1973 interview

That, the above, is today’s (bloated) face of the DAP.

One GE ago, she was promoted, by Malaysiakini in particular, as that pretty ‘anak Malaysia’ face who was then considered liberal and ‘beyond race’ politics, willing to marry into another race, qualities being synonymous with beauty, sophistication, smart, overseas and English educated hence Anglophile and meritocratic (photos below).

But, as you would peel an onion, that new face reveals an Anglophile fascism, not just as anti-Chinese and anti-Malay (read for example some of Yeo Bee Yin’s condemnation of the Malay). But it especially had all the characteristics of western Kiplingsque bigotry to bring civilization and culture into the ‘Asiatic’ societies.

Now, picture all those Hannah-like prejudices into politics and after that imagine political and Malaysia life post GE14 under DAP rule.

Aged, bloated, pockmarked, and Hannah having served the party purpose, the DAP now uses Michelle Ng (third photo below) — one more round to give the impression she is the DAP politics of youthful beauty, sophistication, Christian charity and cleverness.

Should anyone be impressed? Those are, after all, the same people selling politics who, skilled in misrepresentation, deceit and lying, used to market Colgate, Milo and Jesus Christ.



Bananas of the world: Michelle Ng above, like Hannah Yeoh, like Francis Lim Guan Eng, like Tony Pua, like KangarooTemoc, like Stevie ‘Wonder’ Gan…banana, banana, banana, and more bananas. Now, name the first country ruled by bananas? (Hint: It’s nearer than you think.)


Update: That, above, should be the Pakatan Harapan GE logo, in particular wherever there’s a DAP. Because it’s ‘correct, correct, correct’. If they won’t use it? BN could. Otherwise, consider this, below.


No, you don’t want to try this…

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A lying politic pursuing shifting goals has to ceaselessly rewrite its own history, leaving people not only dispossessed of their ability to act, but also of their capacity to think and to judge. And with such a people you can then do what you please.


Why, How is Hannah Dangerous?

We could go down with a list of reasons but what would be the point? That the DAP are wrong and we are right. And, after that? They would give up their fascistic dogma, be rational, and to live and let live?

Within the Christian evangelist backbone of the DAP — hence Pakatan Harapan — their arguments were never reasoned in and so can’t be reasoned out: Garbage in, garbage out.

DAP the past decade had climbed on the stairway steps of the countless dead and bones of the vanquished, beginning before that with Lee Lam Thye. Ably aided by Steven Gan’s Malaysiakini, the party has had and will continue to destroy lives if its leadership, Lim Kit Siang before and now Lim Guan Eng, ruled that you are not in the ‘party interest’, that is, not in conformity with their dogma: in Perak Hew Yit Foong 许月凤, in Selangor Jenice Lee 李映霞, KL Kua Kia Soong 柯嘉逊, in Malacca and Penang, today Sim Tong Him 沈同钦 and 3 others (Malacca), Tan Seng Giaw 陈胜尧 (KL), Boo Cheng Hau  巫程豪 (Johor).

When Sim and three others quit in Malacca, Malaysiakini, on DAP prompting, labelled them the ‘Gang of Four,’ the metaphorical idea from the post-Maoist days that was intended to cast aspersions on their personal character and, especially, of their betrayal.

Yet, they were the people who stood for, if not diversity of opinions, then of reason and fairness and circumspection within the party ranks and who represented the benign face of a tyrannical party.

Today the face of the DAP appears as Liew Chin Tong, Tony Pua, Anthony Loke, Ong Kian Meng, Lim Guan Eng. Coming up for GE14 Hannah Yeoh, Yeo Bee Yin and, along with them, the like of Michelle Ng (whom Malaysiakini is actively promoting in the same way Steven Gan once promoted Hannah).

Seeing this party history, it is as if the Bolsheviks would destroy the Mensheviks with propaganda, purges and with sham trials conducted in newspapers and in the courtrooms, known today as the Moscow Trials (Leon Trosky was hunted down by Bolshevik agents and in every publication painted as a traitor). That the DAP adopts communist rule tactics beneath the gracious, liberal face of democratic socialism is not new. Cambodia’s Pol Pot had identical beginnings. In the early days of Germany’s Nazi party, and once elected to the Reichstag parliament with under 15 percent of seats, Hitler made deals with the Church, opening the way for its control of the state and thence to the annihilation of the Jews.

Kit Siang made deals with the church, too, then packed the senior and middle echelons with the like of the Liews, Ongs and Yeohs. All those named above are, without exception, so-called ‘born-again’ Christians, meaning evangelical Christians — the last persons in the planet to accept rationality and reason as the basis for decisions and to act humanly, much less to govern moderately.

Of course, intra-party purges were justified on the need for ‘discipline’ and ‘unity’. Yet what these principles are meant to serve are also clear, and which Kit Siang, Guan Eng et al have repeatedly stressed, also in the name of unity.

They would reorganize society along new rules, their rules, DAP rules: Anak Malaysia being classic because of its wide-ranging implications. Under it, all personal and ethnic identities are subsumed to just one bangsa Malaysia. Bangsa Malaysia is the eradication then complete conversion of your personality to a single party mold and single dictate, much like being a ‘born again’ Christian.

All that, and more, are the dangers represented by the DAP and which Tengku Adnan warned of but had articulated badly (that man is just a third-rate foot lance soldier). Naturally it had to be Hannah Yeoh who made the rebuttal. And notice, for good reasons, the rebuttal hadn’t come from Guan Eng or its token keling vice-chairman M Kula Segaran. (On the term ‘keling’, even Mahathir had to bend to DAP’s will to portray Harapan as some sort of righteous, benign force.)

That those dangers will surface in post GE (if Pakatan wins) are a given; they are already manifested in countless cases, beginning in most part with Shay Adora Ram. Consider, next, the DAP superman Hew Kuan Yau who can most galvanized the Chinese. He is also a Christian, with a leaning towards Pentecostal evangelism. But, like Hannah and Guan Eng, so skillful is he in the art of duplicity that not once in all his endless 24/7 campaigning — yes, not once — does he admit to that fact.

Against their internal enemies, they, like Najib Razak, know that Cash is King, they are quite willing to use money to break any dissenting opinion.

The Chinese, far, far more than the Malays, are a docile and tolerant lot. It is in our cultural DNA, littered in our (thankful) godless lives. Which explains why the PAP had it easy in Singapore and why the Malaiyoo wog Mahathir Mohamad could walk into Malaysia and made Malay political hegemony the prima facie basis for exclusion of Chinese and supreme Umno rule. He used the exact same claims that Pakatan made today — then to save Malays, at present to save Malaysia. At the time the Chinese gave up without a fight and the DAP exploited that frustration for the past two GE, going into the 14th.

Does this mean the Chinese and all Malaysia are done in? Hardly. The Chinese, an ethical people very attuned to duplicitous conduct, are beginning to sense DAP bigotry and fascism. (See, for example, Stanley Thai of Supermax, testament of a Chinese business class sub-set even though good at making money but are utterly stupid in political philosophy. Robert Kuok is another.) In response to the prospect of losing the constituents, Kit Siang would, rather than change party policies, overrule all objections and adopt the PKR logo for its electoral purpose. Deceit, anyone?

More to the point, it is not our station in life to answer the question above. But, knowing the essence of the threat, it is for BN, the MCA in particular, to deal with it. If Umno is to save itself from Mahathir and the DAP, it must go back to the Chinese they had disenfranchised. And they are more than a dozen ways to do that — but one ‘big one’ is enough — and still keep the Malay vote.

Electoral gerrymandering is not that ‘big one’ and just might turn out counterproductive. Nor should the focus fall on DAP Chinese ‘chauvinism’ because the party, although it taps on Chinese dissatisfaction, is an entirely different creature from the past and is not Chinese at all. It is, look at anyway you like and from any direction, Anglophile. Hannah Yeoh is simply representative of the new face in the DAP.

Sino-Malay relationship is not a mutually exclusive affair, and Pakatan Harapan’s existence proves it.


On a personal note, how I wish Jian were with me if, for nothing else, just to help me get through the days in this shit hole named Malaysia. And, confronting Hannah Yeoh, woman to woman, Jian would know exactly with what and where to prick that piece of bloated balloon and deflate her for good. She would know where to put away that piece of cunt.




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You got mail! From Beijing…Dear Dr M,


To the Pakatan Harapan Presidential Council

(excerpted points)

According to Mahathir Mohamad, Rais Hussin, DAP, et al,

  • (a) China is in cahoots with Najib Razak, almost certainly bribing him in order to gain contracts;
  • (b) China is turning Malaysia into a colony, causing it serious indebtedness, financial and other losses; and
  • (c) China has violated Malaysian sovereignty, seizing land and other property and, furthermore, will attempt to influence the GE14 outcome in Najib’s favor.

These are serious allegations.

We, China and the Chinese, challenge Pakatan Harapan not only to shut down all China-related projects post GE14. But then, why bother waiting if Malaysia’s life is at stake? We further challenge Pakatan to right away add to its manifesto that it will, upon taking Putrajaya, cancel all contracts with China, seize all China assets, expel and/or arrest all Chinese nationals and, best of all, declare war on China.

Those three grounds given above should be sufficient cause, especially for war.

We are so scared we are trembling. Can you hear our knees knocking?

Indeed, we welcome you to act on those declarations and, before that, to put them on record so as to hold you to your word, that your accusations are true, your Save Malaysia campaign is genuine and in good faith, and, therefore, you will do as you say, and you are not some forked-tongue snake oil salesmen. Above all, your manifest declarations will show you have the balls to match your whining and bitching.

Remember, Save Malaysia. Declare war on China. We challenge you to it!

So, cease with your pussy footing. All that you do so far is to spit in the wind. If, on the other hand, you won’t put your money where your mouth is, we might then do it for you, just for the heck of satisfying your allegations.

Mahathir, podahand, 肏你妈.


Pakatan’s accusations against China are numerous, of all sorts, coming from north, south, east, west. Bundled together they say this: Chinese money, our people and workers should not be in Malaysia because we Chinese are up to no good, colonizing Malaysia in particular.

Below are cases of millions of foreigners in Malaysia and Mahathir doesn’t say if they shouldn’t be in the country because they are…working for Malaysian companies? Or because the companies are foreign? Or both? Or, is it because they simply shouldn’t be in Malaysia — at all — whether building or occupying land being irrelevant.

Penang Bridge. At the peak of its construction between 1982 and 1985, main contractor Hyundai Engineering and Construction, a brigade of 300 Korean workers worked on the far more difficult main span of the cable-stayed bridge. These are manual workers, not sophisticate engineers. They’d get up early in the morning, a makeshift canteen supplied breakfast and in groups of 20-to-30 march to the site, then split off to their respective sections.

All day, several groups do nothing but tie together ends of the hundreds of strands of steel bars used in T-beam reinforcement. After that they prepare formwork. All this must be done by afternoon before the conditions are so hot you can do nothing. By late afternoon, a portion of site must be ready for the concrete pour. Miss the schedule by an hour because of one man or two, the whole process has to be put off to the next day, and the next day’s work to the third day and so on.

You can train a brick layer or if someone is needed to dig a ditch. But you can’t train the sort of bridge discipline in two months to produce precision, speed, and synchronous effort. It takes a culture, a generation to produce these kinds of results.

Petronas Twin Towers. 1993-1996. At Tower One, foreign contractors, Japan’s Hazama Corporation, J.A Jones Construction of Charlotte, North Carolina, and Mitsubishi Corporation. Tower Two, South Korea’s Samsung Engineering and Construction, Kuku Dong Engineering & Construction, and the French Dragages and Bachy-Soletanche. Total construction workforce, 7,000. More than 60 percent were Indonesians and Banglas.

Putrajaya. Scheduled construction period for main buildings, roads, utilities, landscaping, municipal services: 15 years. Initial estimated cost: US$20 billion in 1999; present value, assuming no extra cost, no inflation, 80 billion ringgit. The PM’s office Perdana Putra alone cost US$1.3 bn. Estimated total number of hire over construction entire period: 20,000 – 30,000. Foreign portion: Banglas, Indonesians, Nepalis, actual number unknown.

Registered foreign workers. Sample in 2016:

  • Indonesia 749,266
  • Nepal 411,364
  • Bangladesh 237,991
  • Myanmar 140,259,
  • India 121,430

Foreign workers in plantations. Sample sizes in 2016:

  • Sime Darby, 30,000 (of company total 101,818);
  • Felda FGV, 29,000 (at the time wanted another 5,000 more);
  • Felcra, 13,600 (in 2015);
  • IOI, 12,000 (in 2015);
  • Sabah IJM, 3,500;
  • KLK, 8,000 (in 2015); and
  • All plantations total foreign workers, 2015: 317,410 .

Other notes

Mahathir nationalized the plantations in the 1980s, Guthrie, Sime Darby, Harrisons & Crosfield and Boustead over the same arguments he has against China today: he doesn’t want foreign domination of local resource, especially landed resource.

Within five years of nationalization, foreign workers, aided by a cheap labor-import scheme, began arriving by the boatloads. Tens of thousands of Indian plantation workers lost their jobs as a direct consequence. With foreign workers available, the nationalized Sime Darby would stop giving Indians life-time employment, permanent housing and job security on the plantation site. The Indians became dispensable, lost their jobs, moved to the towns, became disenfranchised from the economy, leading thus to the rise of Hindraf.

Foreigners are so cheap to sustain — low salaries, minimum medical benefits, no hospital, no housing — that when the Mahathir-era levy of 50 ringgit per foreign worker was raised in 2015 to 640 ringgit, Felda could afford more foreign workers. It wanted another 5,000 Indonesians and Banglas.

It is the same story in construction. In order to boost the bottom line, crony companies (the Anwar faction) such as UEM and MRCB began labor import by the tens of thousands — doing menial work, of course. This did not help the companies prosper and UEM had to be bailed out and absorbed into Khazanah.

Up and down the country, the forked-tongue Mahathir spreads doom and gloom, warning of a foreign (China’s) takeover of the economy that are precisely the same failures he had been personally and directly responsible. And all in the same sectors, from construction to heavy industries and plantations.

Technology-transfer? Yes, of course. It is the same tripe in Mahathir’s heydays. Three decades of technology transfer and he’s still after it, as if those decades had transferred nothing. Petronas technicians acquired a technology skill called, lepak: They leave their jobs, sub-contract the same job back to Petronas at the inflated three times the actual work piece rate, then phone an out-of-work American roughneck in Kertih to complete the task. Not true? Walk into any Petronas office and ask for the supplies, engineering, and maintenance department.

It’s the same story in Proton and everywhere you go.

So, the question: why is Mahathir and his mouthpieces banging over and over again on China?

But, because there is simply no rational explanation for his accusations, one has to go back to the empirical evidence to see if his claims have any merit. Even there, worse than finding none, the evidences point to the opposite of his accusations (look below for Sidebar), which is this: On the basis of his criteria that Najib undermines national sovereignty and subverts the economy Mahathir would stand guilty as charged. All charges.

If, therefore, there is neither rational nor empirical evidences in Mahathir’s accusations, then what is the point of them if not because (a) he is an anti-Chinese racist, has been before and still is today, and (b) because the Chinese is always a convenient bat to beat up Najib. He has used the Chinese as a political baiting and beating tool from Day One as politician.

That raises another point, why are mouthpieces like Malaysiakini and Dennis Ignatius pretending they are offering impartial backing and arguments to those accusations? This is asked because without rational basis and without empirical support as news, all the echoes of Mahathir in Malaysiakini are no longer opinions nor in Steven Gan’s reckoning ‘views’. Take, at random, this claim:

It’s unheard of for foreign contractors to bring in their workers from their own countries. If that’s the way, how can a client country benefit from the project? Do we have to create employment for other countries?

A remark such as ‘unheard of’ is either true or false and can be verified without even an internet line or access to a library. Walk out the house and who do you see across the road working on the roof top? Or painting the walls? Pick up the newspaper and what do you read about the latest MRT passing your neighborhood? If there is no benefit, what happens to property prices? (For the answer, see Fig. 4)

All of which says that such a Malaysiakini remark is neither a mistaken ‘point of view’ nor a fact stated erroneously. If neither fact nor opinion, what then is it if not propaganda? Which is to say, such a statement was faked for a specific purpose.

That conclusion loops back to the originally implied question at the beginning in Pakatan’s China-bashing: Why pick on China when the record shows clearly

  • (a) large infrastructure have always gone to foreign companies,
  • (b) direct foreign labor involvement is inevitable, and
  • (c) the country has never lost its sovereignty no matter how much debt had been incurred and no matter how many Indonesians and Banglas and Burmese populate the kitchens, the plantations and the construction sites.

Or in restating this China-bashing racket, no amount of empirical evidences, no amount of rational explanations can do anything to push back the assertions for the like of Mahathir and Steven Gan to admit they were wrong all along, and are still wrong.

All that leaves the entire matter as this: They are out to fix Najib and if their anti-Chinese racism will help the objective then so much the better.

Since the racism in Mahathir, in Ignatius and in Anglophiles like Steven Gan were never reasoned in then it can’t be reasoned out. Without rationality, without evidential basis for their claims, there is just power left. That is, power alone decides if they are right.

If Mahathir and Pakatan gets Putrajaya then Najib will be wrong and they are right. In another manner of speaking, power alone will decide we, China, are innocent of all the accusations. If Mahathir gets Putrajaya then China is guilty as charged.

If they win GE14, then we, China and the Chinese, challenge Pakatan to shut down all China-related projects. We even challenge them in the South China Sea and in the Spratlys: send in your best regiment to take the islands from us since, as they insist, we are on a path of conquest in the Southeast Asia and for world domination!

Better yet, stop all our ships from docking at Malacca and along all points in the East Coast, including Kuantan. If that’s not enough, and Malaysian sovereignty is still at stake because we are and have colonized Johor, we Chinese challenge Pakatan to declare war on China.

Stop whining and make your intentions plain in your manifesto — if you are convinced you are right, that China have evil intentions against Malaysia and you are willing to put money where your mouth is.



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Fig. 3


Two strands of argument underlay the accusations against China, most prominently at Malaysiakini:

(a) First strand. China’s project expenditures in Malaysia and Najib Razak’s acquiescence are too much, raising suspicion, therefore subject to future scrutiny because there may the ulterior motive to make the Malaysia economy subservient to it. How much in the projects are considered too much?

Dennis Ignatius puts it at 500 billion ringgit, contracted and planned. If true, he says, then China has too much at stake to let the government fall to Mahathir and Pakatan, hence China is likely (or probably?) to interfere then hijack GE14 to favor Najib Razak.

The argument is premised on money, and that 500 bn worth of projects are at stake. That is, the projects have to be completed, China had and will spent that kind of money and these are eventually unrecoverable.

Ringgit 500 bn is about US$125 bn. Now, consider Figure 3. Or consider Figure 2. Applying the premise above, both the US, the UK, Singapore and Japan have reasons to influence GE14. Dennis does not think these countries would do so? Why not? Because, like him, they are good Christians, considerate, do not lie and do not scheme? Only China will interfere because…what?

(b) Second strand. China’s human presence in Malaysia, as well as undermining sovereignty (whatever that is), also brings ‘no benefit’ to Malaysia, especially to the local workforce. This is to say that if China withdraws from all the projects, or if Pakatan cancels them, then there will be benefit to Malaysia? And the local workforce will be better off?

Construction is worth about 40 bn to 50 bn ringgit annually, the equivalent of 5 percent total GDP (see Figure 1). China’s 500 bn contribution alone will push that figure up 10 times, lifting GDP, if all else remains the same, to half of GDP in the final accounting year. So if Dennis isn’t lying with that number, then that kind of money is a suspicious thing?

Sovereignty or not, better for locals or not, Mahathir’s accusations against Chinese participation in the domestic sector raises the question: why single out China? After all Japan and Singapore have more at stake; see Figure 2.

Today’s construction industry employs about 1 million. Fifteen years into Mahathir’s rule, some 700,000 permits had been issued for foreign construction workers, nearly equal the 800,000 local labour force then. For Mahathir at the time, and even today, Banglas and Indonesians and Nepalis won’t undermine Malaysia. Only Chinese will? Why? For the sake of taking over Putrajaya? Because Putrajaya is filled with bottomless wells of gold?



Fig. 4




Don’t ask where I am from
My old village is far away...


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…in China

Part 2. The Last Chinese in China continued.

Above, received from a Beijing compatriot on Christmas eve. In translation:

Safeguarding our security and peace isn’t some Santa Claus old man, but our brothers and soldiers.

Hercules power: Our men stand guard, our women build houses, below, for this is what we do in China. We will protect with all our powers at hand and at all cost that which we built with the labor of our hearts. This is why Umno’s Red Shirts never got pass the gates of Petaling Street.

This time a year ago… 姐姐 应该早完成了吧



In ancient Chinese text, the standalone script word hua 华 or means, ‘accomplished’. Today, it has become the derivative of many compound noun words, guanghua 光华 (brilliance, splendor), haohua 豪华 (luxurious), jinghua 精华 (essence of, fundamentally of) and huaxia 华夏 (Cathay; old name for China). Then there is huaren 华人, the Chinese. The Chinese were an accomplished people — and we still are.



I Am China!

Qinhuangdao was minus seven in the morning yesterday, minus twelve before that. When the wind sweeps in, it feels like minus 20. Such days are best spent indoors and Jian, positively, refuses to go out, not even for cigarettes and wine. Weather forecasts expect snow this Saturday, three inches thick. Last week’s snow is still around, on the streets, on the ledge of our windows, rooftops, treetops, everywhere.

Jian hadn’t been back home for the last three chunjie 春节. For missing those days, she has nothing but tears. We talked about the times we went mushroom hunting but found honey instead; lucky thing there weren’t many bees around when we fished it out of the thicket. Soon, though, she shall return for spring’s reunion dinner next month; the flight is two hours; by train 42. Mama, she was told, would be back as well. But not her brother because his Tianjin restaurant is going to be opened until the eve of chunjie so he will be catering to the reunion of Others. This is the second year in a row he skipped dinner with the family.

This might read like a sign of the times, the breakup of the family. On the contrary; modern life strengthens the institution.

As for me…? Just to think of Malaysia, that steamy, great decrepit, stinky Islamic mosquito infested jungle swamp, built on the sweat of infidels and our money, makes me want to throw up. If only Najib Razak and the Malaiyoo pirates would loot the country dry and empty. That will be the day Malaysia is saved — from Allah, from PAS and Umno, the muftis, Mahathir Mohamad, and the DAP Anglophiles.

Some years back I heard for the first time in China the following words paired — ‘motherland’ 租国 and ‘compatriot’ 同胞. This was at the public security bureau, but where it shall not be named:

“The matter concerning (your friend), it is in good hands,” said the officer. “We’ll do everything in our powers to resolve it. Trust us. Is this not your motherland? Are we not your compatriots?”

In China, I had never felt like a Malaysian, not even for a single day, and don’t wish to feel like one. None of which is, of course, helpful to be specific about what it is to be Malaysian. A Malay may go to Mara, believes in Allah, eats with his fingers and live in a kampung coconut tree, but there’s still trouble describing a Malaysian on terms that are not exclusively Malay (which is problematic enough), and on terms neither Indonesian nor Arabic. The difficulties are all too apparent: Malaysia is, after all, an artifice on paper and the Malaysian is most times a motherless bastard and other times an orphaned child.

Anglophiles like that Christian mouthwash named Joshie Hong or that kangaroo baby girl fantasizer KTemoc might claim Malaysian identity but that’s just talk — words, and English words at that. As it was with the sycophants Kadir Jasin and Mahathir, Annie of the Valley has repeatedly questioned Chinese loyalty to Malaysia although, by that, she means loyalty to Malaiyoos in the way her Chinese mother gave herself to a Malaiyoo (and getting fucked by him).

Only Malays question the loyalty of the Chinese because, in asking, (a) it puts them as guardians of patriotism, hence, in control of nationality status and the passport, and (b) it keeps up with their pretense and the facade that there is thing called Malaysian and the Malay is some rojak three-in-one Milo cum: bumi, passport and loyalty. Worse for it, Annie judges loyalty — and hang on to your seat — on the basis of social media comments.

Here, therefore, is a key defining characteristic of Malaysia (that includes Annie’s little horde of coconut heads, fancying themselves as ‘Gladiators’): Stupid.

The longer one stays in Malaysia in the company of Malaiyoos and Anglophile thambis, the more moronic one becomes. Must be the kampung goat milk they drink with their mushy rendang. That or the Malay DNA.

Being Chinese has no need for constitutional definitions: one is either Chinese or not; there is no debate; no questions of patriotism; and no hankering over the IC. The passport may be something else though, so that being a Chinese in China transcends nationality; your IC doesn’t count. This situation arises not necessarily because I speak the language or because everywhere I’d go I had been fortunate enough to be welcomed and well-received. So the words of the security officer was revealing not just for their reassurances, which weren’t needed, but reaffirmation that a Chinese everywhere is a Chinese anywhere.

Collectively, we are in possession of a common consciousness, binding us not by skin color, which is fickle, nor by nationality, which is artificial, but by a set of linguistic, humanistic culture and values system that has taken more than 3,000 years to evolve and then to perfect that it’s near unshakeable.

China never — not to my knowledge, anyway — claims the rights of Chinese overseas, unlike say, India claiming rights of thambis in Malaysia and elsewhere. What it claims are fair and decent treatment, the same values that are pivotal to Sino-Confucian ethical culture. Which is, to treat others as you would like to be treated. Or, to be put it negatively, not to treat others in the way you wouldn’t want to be treated.

That isn’t too hard to ask and it’s simple to follow. But Malaiyoo and Muslim politicians couldn’t do this easy thing. When the security officer reaffirms my status as a Chinese compatriot by virtue of China being my motherland, she reiterates the long-standing virtue in Chinese thought: not special treatment but plain fairness.

I am, you see, the last Chinese from Malaysia in China.

Things here are not postcard picture perfect — and who says it must be — but we are working at it, all of us.

China’s nationwide economic or political or social policies are never issued out of a whim, driven by some attitude, or proclaimed through some ideological and religious filters. That’s how the West governs itself and so, too, Malaysia.

We don’t live a life with a baggage that today formulate and drive western policies and governance. Umno carries a ketuanan baggage, PAS an Islam baggage, Pakatan an Anglophile baggage, Helen Ang Hannah’s baggage, and Annie? An existential angst. Instead we Chinese do what works.

Take, for example, the problem of the wealth gap between the village and the city. China’s policy making body the National People’s Congress had for years been deliberating this: What to do?

Some ten years ago, the NPC began to free the counties to alone decide how villages under their purview should develop. It recognized that the local authorities alone ought to know best what’s for the best. Along with that freedom, the NPC offered some suggestions for development — and they are just suggestions, they say — such as cultural tourism, agri-business and handicrafts. The point was to exploit local resource and local resourcefulness, local ingenuity, and their individual drive to go forward.

A village in, say, Chongqing or Lioaning isn’t a collection of lazy kampung huts like those in Kelantan or Kedah that Anglophile idiots associate their western, city bias with an idyllic, rural life. The reasons for this difference in perspectives are rooted in the realities of history, geography, civilization and culture. Malaysia has no history, civilization much, much less, because 60 years is not history; it’s the drop of a cow dung.

Jian’s family are on official written record to be resident in their village for 46 generations. Give and take, that’s more than 1,500 years, long before there was even a Malacca named river mouth that Malaysia say birthed so-called Tanah Melayu civilization. (It was, of course, just Malaiyoo claptrap.) Over time, Jian’s family came to own a few mountains where she and I would go foraging for mushrooms and wild flowers. These mountains sit atop valleys, so that looking down produce a vista of unrivaled splendor that would shame Genting or Cameron and render them third rate by any standard.

Could something, economically viable, come out of this combination of geographical beauty, historical backdrop, present agriculture, and Chinese ingenuity?

Next, consider in the photo, further below, the bridge over a lake by a mountainside forest of pine decked in winter snow. That’s from a village in northeast Jilin. It’s near identical to a lakeside home that belongs to my cousins, excepting that their houses are pretty run down and the winter winds creep in through the cracks and there is no central heating.

Many villages still keep the architecture from a thousand years ago. To see what I mean go to Dali in Yunnan. At the old part of the town, roughly a rectangular plot 2km by 2km, is an example of what a county could do with its run down places. With government support, it was resurrected. Bathed in neon lights, the buildings, canals and streets, the place is today breathtaking in its beauty — like a fairy land, if there is such a thing. Thousands of Chinese tourists go there daily just for the heck of walking on its cobble streets and to stay in those tiny hotel rooms. Beyond Dali, and as bonus to the visitor, is longxue shan 雪山 that looks like something out of the Shangri-La movie. 

But, something else happened. Five years on, some counties were turning themselves into Shenzhen look-alike. Which would have been fine if that’s what they wanted, except that nobody live in those high-rise, property existed for speculative purposes, and the villages are not being repopulated because there’s nothing worthwhile and financially sustaining to go back to. Infuriated, central authorities dispatched officials to audit the work then put a halt to the self-governing plans: You give them the freedom to work as they please, and those county fellas fucked it up.

Now, it’s back to the drawing boards.

All told, do you see any governing ideology or bumiputraism in town planning? Or, in what China does to itself?

South China Sea is another lesson in history that today drives China’s policies.

For a start, look at the map: To the west, desert and more desert. North of China is nothing but stretches and stretches of ice and snow in winter. The so-called Silk Road was short lived, 100 odd years and thereabout. By the Song dynasty it was entirely abandoned because it was simply too much trouble, too much work for too little value. Paradoxically, for more than a thousand years, China’s safety was threatened time and time again coming from the west and north, the marauding Mongols, Manchus, Turks, and those fucked up Tibetans.

Why won’t they leave China alone is no mystery: the wealth and abundance of the Chinese.

Something else happened. By the 1500s, China’s primary threat came from the sea, from the east, the Japanese, and from the south, White people. Our ancestors, the Mings and the Qings, failed to see the dangers ahead, with the result that the plunder and the killings that accompanied the arrival of foreigners were unprecedented in scale in China’s 5,000 year written history, so that the so-called Portuguese ‘conquest’ of Malacca is, really, a dog’s piss. Some 30 million are dead from direct causes — the entire population of Malaysia today.

We aren’t going to let it happen again, even if the Denis Ignatius and Rais Husin of the world shout their voices hoarse about an ‘expansionist’ China. We’ll secure the places from the east to the south, all the way around Singapore and onwards to the Malacca. Pakatan doesn’t like it, take us on. If America’s intent is good, we have no problem letting its Seventh Fleet pass; they piss in our backyard, we’ll cut off their motherfucking prick. Japan? Step aside, boy; we deal with only men, like Uncle Sam.

Now, do you see any doctrine, Monroe or whatever, going with China’s island reclamation?

Jian and I shall return to our apartment after the spring new year. That is, after she had completed her 老家 laojia obligations and mine for mine. For the time being, there’s just the one life we now share between us. Nothing is going to separate us anymore, not Malaysia, not a passport, and certainly not money nor poverty; we’ll see to it. We toyed with the idea of doing diving in the Spratlys islands. This year, there has been too much snow. But, we must first leave it to Mao yeye to straighten out those Vietcongs and Yankees and then we’d go in — maybe even hop island to island and then enter Sandakan.

I recognize that our circumstances are far, far better than millions of others although Jian makes a problem out of it, something like, ‘I won’t go back without 30,000!‘ She had started with forty. Later, it went down to twenty. Life, you see, is negotiable.

Poverty is a perennial Malaysian mythology. Here, we think nothing of it because there is one born into it every minute, naked, penniless and helpless. People are instead classified as those ‘with money’ and those ‘without’. Those ‘without’ knows the pleasures of those ‘with money’ and how that opens the possibilities closed to them. That is, they know money is a service, not the ultimate object. At home, at chunjie, it helps to lift Grandma’s spirits, banish Papa’s worries, and to repay the relatives a debt of gratitude. All of which constitute ‘face’  面.

Only Anglophiles, carrying with them their Jesus Christ baggage of sins, think of money as a corrupting power, a force of evil.

Beholden to the word ‘poverty’, Mahathir has led the Malays to be dependent on an external agency, if not some contract then some job, and the NEP. Malays think of money purely in terms of extraction as opposed to earning it. It’s a loser’s attitude, which is what made Umno, ultimately, and made Najib Razak — like Allah and the Arabs make their consciousness. Malays are losers because Mahathir made them, yet he is not even sorry he did. He never did realize it, and still doesn’t — how could he, a man fed on Anglophile culture? — not even Malaysiakini, both of who are still beating on China for lending money to Najib. If the money was lend to Anwar Ibrahim, they would sing the praises of China.

Anglophile inability to see beyond money’s ostensible value is why Malaysia is such a flop in every facet of life. (Anglophile because they lead society for the stupid — and only — reason they speak English.) That has, in turn, led to every kind of failure, as a unified state, as a progressive society and as a common people. They can’t see that money calibrates capability; it is better than Allah as a source of motivation to excel. That, with money, each person begins to find the need for the Other because an individual is his own market. Alone, no person could satisfy all his needs, not even if you are a monk. The love of money would have meant that they learned to live and let live.

This is why, at the airport shops, Jian and I are going to splurge on all the fine liquor, fine cigarettes, expensive herbs and medicine, winter overcoat, Birkin bags and all the Belgian chocolates that money will afford.

We want diamonds, too…. We are Money!


This winter overcoat is so appropriate for someone tall and slim. And it doesn’t cost an arm and a leg to own one. China’s factories are so good with garments, coming out not just with inexpensive material but highly cost-effective design that needs people like Jian to showcase and sell their wear locally.

Malaiyoo girls won’t need it. Duduk kampung la and feed the mosquitoes.


If Fate’s only wish is Love



The cell phone revolutionized not just photography but the ideas behind it: beauty and art. More than most, the Chinese are enthralled by the arts and its expressions thereof. Below, graduating students make faces for selfies. Why? Answer, recall the monkey king and the Beijing opera mask, above, beside which two Chinese eat out in Japan.



World Risk Areas for Overseas Chinese



The map above was prepared at sina.com after a large number of Chinese were rounded by Nigerian police. The reason? It doesn’t matter: they want Chinese, they will cook something up.

The color-coded map is titled 海外华人安全地图 which speaks of ‘World risk areas for overseas Chinese’. The darker the color the riskier the places. Red is red alert. This doesn’t necessarily mean risk in a racial sense, for example, the Middle East is included because it is dangerous to everybody. But Indonesia is red because the risk, purely on racial grounds, remain racist. Malaysia is close behind.

Overseas Chinese gathering; note the sign bearers in traditional Chinese clothes and hairdo.


应警惕! 是的: Yes! As more and more Chinese travel abroad, always be vigilant. Girls: On the street, keep the men by your side. Always. Any Ali Malaiyoo touch you, you know what to do….

Better yet, don’t bother and don’t waste your money going to Malaysia. It has no snow, never can, never will. All it has are Chinese bananas and Indian coconuts, lots of Malaiyoos and mosquitoes, and their stinking sweat.


These days, China has too much snow, above. Yes! No Christmas for Chinese! (Fuck that motherless Jesus.)



Yes! Yes! Yes! Chinese! Be vigilant during Christmas (above).


We are so sick of western media distortions that this, above and below, have to be said. Distortion includes the like of Annie whose racist bigotry and idea of patriotism is to say all the good things of her Malaiyoo government, no matter its failings and even outright crimes.



How’re you, my Motherland





栾菊杰 Luan Jujie, above and below: Although a naturalized Canadian and fencing for Canada, her heart remained Chinese, a true huaren. Winning the first round match during the 2008 Olympics, she promptly pulled out and unfurled a banner written in hanzi, 祖国好. (Full sina article, below, in Chinese.)

Word for word the script translates as ‘motherland good’. In common day expression, for example, 你好 nihao means ‘how’re you?’ 祖国好 is therefore a greeting: ‘How’re you, my Motherland!’ She is also saying, I’m China!

The beauty of the Chinese language is that we can say the same things in English with the least number of words.



Annie, Malaiyoo, Where is Your Loyalty?

In her Valley of Bigots, Annie’s racism goes something like this: Matters of loyalty and patriotism are not to be judged on their merits but on the basis of skin color. If you’re Chinese, say nice things about her Malaiyoo government or else… She’ll go to the police?

To answer Annie’s case about unpatriotic Chinese, let this be said for the last time and for all time: The hearts of the Chinese and our devotion and loyalty and our love will always be, first and foremost, our Motherland. China.

You want loyalty to Malaiyoos and patriotism to Malaysia, Annie? Fuck you. Fuck Malaysia.

We owe Malaiyoos and Malaysia nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not money, not passport and not IC. No, on the contrary. Malaiyoos owe us, loyalty to the Chinese and to China. The like of Annie and Kadir Jasin and Ahi Attan are so lucky to have us pay for your fucking Mara tuition, for your stupid rendang, and now your ports and railways. So, show some gratitude…. Get it, Annie?



 Chinese Power vs Barbarians

No more are we to take shit from the like of fucks as Annie’s assholes. We’ll make China great again (link goes to a third rate article that Evan Onos gets wrong, talking about America’s failure more than China’s greatness). When we Chinese say we are going to be great again, we aren’t asking your permission nor America’s. If, however, Malaiyoos believe that raw power speaks then we’ll show you our fist. Just that alone will turn them into little pussy cats.

Malays and Barbarians don’t comprehend the true qualitative essence of power that the Chinese do: ‘Power does not always assume just one form and that, in virtue of this, a given form of power can coexist alongside, or even come into conflict with, other forms of power.’ (That was leaked by Michel Foucault. Spell it out in English and Anglophiles still scratch their heads, wondering what the sentence means. Stupid Malaysians.)

Hence, when we feted Donald Trump, we understood  what he didn’t, ‘barbarians respond well to receptions and entertainment, after which they have had a feeling of appreciation.’ The Chinese formula is simple when it comes to deploying power: ‘That which is ours, we will fight for it. That which doesn’t belong to us, we don’t want.’

But, how power is expressed and worked out, that’s a matter of culture, Chinese culture.

The movie above, Wolf Warriors II, was made in response to the threats and bigotry Chinese face overseas. Unpatriotic Malaysian Chinese should help our compatriots respond to such situations. We are, you see, experienced in and adept to the Valley of Bigots.


为救女儿她加入他国国籍 “祖国好”看哭许多人


栾菊杰曾是中国击剑队的一员,在国际上享有非常高的知名度,1989年退役之后, 栾菊杰本想跟随丈夫去外国做生意,而她也想成为一名裁判。但是1991年他们的大女儿出生不久后被告知有先天性心脏病,为了女儿能够健康成长,栾菊杰与丈夫选择移民加拿大,让女儿受到更好的医疗照顾。






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