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Raya is here? Time flies.

Our best wishes and greetings go with you and family on this Raya…

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BTW, who ordered Altantuya dead?

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The Brilliant Years 光辉岁月

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The Quartet who fucked up Malaysia: All over 70. All old school. All unapologetic. All disown responsibility. All talk of saving Malaysia.

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We’re just not the same.

《我們不一樣》

希望是用一種當代的,極具形式化的畫面語言,加上真實紀錄的各類人物面孔,來詮釋歌曲所表達的情感,以配合大壯演唱的強烈抒情方式,令人過目難忘,去思考”我們不一樣”真正的含義。通過大壯的演唱和與城市的關聯,順利呈現我們日常生活的城市和人,生存的空間,從而激烈地表達“我們不一樣”所要傳遞的訴說和力量。 「這麼多年的兄弟,有誰比我更瞭解你,太多太多不容易,磨平了歲月和脾氣」因為我們彼此熟悉,因為我們共同走過青春的歲月,共同經歷了時間的洗禮,所以我們是兄弟。這首歌曲唱給兄弟,唱給我們這麼多年的兄弟情。讓我們一起跟隨大壯的演繹來聽這首關於兄弟的。

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Summer blues

Jian and friends

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Pakatan Principle of Law:

All are equal, the Agong more or less

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Beggars will always be jealous of beggars, poets of poets.

As it is with knowledge, life is amassed, like assets and liabilities are accrued, not as a wad of currencies, beliefs and convictions but as a stock pile of experiences. For getting in the way of life, beliefs and convictions are millstones to living.

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The Last Chinese

This is Wee Ka Siong, in pinyin 魏家祥 Wei Jiaxiang, born 1968, and siblings, in their planked wall house somewhere in Johore. He is the only and last surviving Chinese Member of Parliament in Malaysia. An Indian named S. Thayaparan has asked that he be, in a house of 222, the honorable opposition, whatever that is.

There are no other Chinese in Parliament now. They are dead.

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The MCA as Opposition, A Reply

Malay, King & Chinese, Anwar in Between

Dear Mr S Thayaparan,

Thank you for your kind letter which, in some ways, has its insights but which I especially commend for going against the grain of popular perception and mythology.

Before the general elections and especially long before that, we Chinese are treated as a national past-time sport — like shooting ducks in a gallery. Anglophiles like the half Welsh Moron of Manchester find pleasure in maligning us: greedy, materialistic, speaks no English (and Malay), a people who don’t know how to use the fork and knife.

In politics, especially, this vilification of an entire community is far more nuanced. Consider, for example, Anwar Ibrahim’s recent remarks to Abim. It had to do with his visit to various sultans, and these words are verbatim:

I told them not to worry because the government was not under DAP, and there were no attempts to eliminate the power of the rulers.

On the face of it, the statement is par for the course in Malaysian politics. (See also Kadir Jasin’s The King and the Pauper.) The MCA is not the DAP. But, you, us and everybody know the word DAP substitutes for Chinese. If Chinese, it refers also to the MCA: we are, remember, the Malaysian Chinese Association.

Now, tell us, what jumps out of those words?

Let me tell you, instead — as a Chinese: Each time the word Chinese is mentioned, it is accompanied by an apology. People apologize for our citizenship. We are treated and talked about like our existence is an affront to the Malays, as if we are somehow in the way of the Malay identity, his power, his Allah, and his way of life. Anwar’s apologia treats the Chinese as an affront to the sultans with the inference that, better off than second class, it is being dead. Then, there would be nothing to apologize and all threats to the Malay self would be eradicated.

There was a follow-up Anwar ‘story’ by Malaysian Insight (a bigoted Anglophile rag sheet staffed by racists, for example Sheridan Mahavera). That one concerns Tommy Thomas, over who Anwar said he was offering his services to intervene between Mahathir Mohamad and the Agong.

Here was Anwar’s excuse to intervene: Views on Islam and secularism that were held by the urban (meaning the Chinese, Indians and a smattering of Anglophile Malays) are different from the rural Malays, Anwar said. “As a responsible government the rural views must be taken into consideration.

That, again, is a fucking lie, wrapped in propaganda language. In their original state of nature, farmers and fisherman have next to no political views: they can’t, they don’t how, they don’t know what, and they don’t care. If there is any ‘rural view’ at all, it is how much the oil palm fruit bunches are going fetch the next morning — insyaallah — and what they are going to do if not enough money comes in.

All ‘rural’ Malay political views — and if you can count them in the fingers — are, exclusively, Umno views, party propaganda fed them, drip by drip by drip, for 60 fucking years. Those Umno views (and these include views manufactured, drummed up and delivered by Anwar and Mahathir) are poison. Ultimately they birth the like of Najib Razak and party apparatchiks who feel they can help themselves to anything they like from the Finance Ministry, from 1MDB, from the stock market, government contracts, and especially from the Chinese (recall the Low Yat phone thief, and the police abduction of Penang school girl Tan Yi Min). Since Umno is government then, logically, all Malay life are indebted to the party: oil palm, school, house, going to Mecca, everything, even protecting Allah from infidels like us. So why not help themselves?

Ketuanan‘ would have been look upon with some awe by us, the Chinese, if, like white supremacists, Malaiyoos could make cars, fly rockets, theorized about relativity laws and write the ‘dao dejing‘. (Do you know what the book is about, Mr Thaya?) As it stands, even today, they rely on some Anglophile named Jho Low to steal for them, after which to recite from memory some Arabic trash backwards, but all this is suppose to demonstrate supremacy.

Supremacy has never been anything achieved but harped on, day-in, day-out, online, offline. Responding to this — Umno’s narrative strands of amateurish fascism — are white copycats, primarily Christians. Anglophiles in Malaysia saw in England, some ‘mother of Parliament’ it seems, the anti-dote to ketuanan, while refusing to acknowledge that in biblical traditions is the white man’s crucible of racism. The anti-dote upended the biblical principle ‘all are created by god’ by throwing in the word ‘equal’.

For all to be equally Malaysians required the refutation of an identity. To which only the Chinese, again, must pay the price because neither Muhyiddin Yassin nor Mahathir Mohamad would deny they are Malays. Hence, Lim Guan Eng’s proclamation to the world he is not Chinese but a Malaysian.

That in a sense is true: he grew up in a La Salle school and, in church, he is known as Joseph. Guan Eng is an Anglophile and banana. Hannah Yeoh’s Nazi demand that Shay Adora is ‘anak Malaysia’ has profound, fascist ramifications once bangsa Malaysia is made the only legitimate identification in state NRD policy. In the name of equality, all others would have to be eradicated: no Chinese, no Malay, no Indian, no nothing. A step further they could argue that only Shay Adora type names are permissible. Or Tommy Thomas. (This is not too far-fetched; they have already come this far.)

DAP’s bangsa Malaysia merely made a bad, unequal situation worse. It drew a line in the sand between two sides, Malay, Umno protector on the one side vs DAP, Anglophile and Christian enemy on the other.

Invariably we Chinese are drawn into the fight, the origin of which is 8,000 miles away in some desert hell hole littered with camel dung. (Where Umno narrative is concerned the MCA doesn’t count unless it is for elections.) The red line says, simply, that Malay and Chinese existence are incompatible, perpetually at war, one a never-ending threat to the other. It is a dichotomous, adversarial framework to politics — and, truth to be told, a western import — that is completely unsuitable to Malaysia and at odds with local, native cultures (native, particularly the Orang Asli).

Today, the parallel storylines — one side Malay from Anwar, Mahathir, et al, the other by DAP Father and Son — have poisoned not just politics but all facets of life.

Take this 2011 Anglophone piece of shit named Lisa Ng. She is, by surname, a Chinese, but here is the title in her diatribe: ‘Malaysian Chinese Totally Foreign’. The boy named Chong Eu Jienn is 15, Lisa Ng begins.

Notice Lisa used the most Chinese of names, Eu Jienn, and not Peter Chong nor Jesus Napoleon Chong. He lives in Kepong. Lisa Ng had mischievously lumped ethnicity with location and this is critical. The Eu Jienns of Malaysia don’t live in Bangsar, you see, nor in the other Anglophile suburbs of Damansara. Hence, Lisa calls Kepong a ‘Chinese ghetto’ while the urbane, well-heeled English-speaking Anglophiles, the Lisas, the Tonies and the Jameses occupy SS2.

The Eu Jienn Chinese go to Chinese schools although, according to Lisa Ng, they have no business speaking in Chinese in Malaysia. The Chinese language, spoken by more than 7 million and taught to 20,000 Malay kids, is a foreign tongue whereas Lisa considers English a class of Malaysian sophistication. Not only — and here is her conclusion — are the Eu Jienns an obstacle to ‘unity’, they can’t even give her road directions in English when she — that piece of Anglophile cunt — tried to find her way around Kepong.

In short, we Chinese, a ghettoed class of useless people, are made out to be, by the like of Lisa, Joseph, Hannah, Sheridan to be a national impediment, politically and everything else.

Can you, Mr Thaya, see the parallel with the Umno narrative?

But — and here is the political part — guess who cheered Lisa on and applauded her? Lim Kit Siang. He had the whole thing plastered in his blog, and some of the things subsequently included would have landed all DAP in the slammer if the same was said of Malays. Beating up Chinese has become a political convenience and tool, especially on the DAP side because they don’t have to go to jail. DAP’s identity theft equals Umno grand theft; it is only that nobody wants to know, nor care.

The principle of national unity in Lisa’s bigotry ‘Malaysian Chinese Totally Foreign‘ is the same as Kit Siang’s fascist Chinese second, Malaysian first: if the Chinese, other than those dead, had Shay Adora names, better yet become Christians or Anglophiles like his son, and if all were to speak the Queen’s English (littered preferably with some Malay), then half of Malaysia’s problems that Malays have with Chinese would vanish tomorrow.

For the MCA, Umno is problem enough.

Mr Thayaparan, how do you oppose all that; that cunt hole Lisa? Or that grandson of a Fujian pig farmer? You can oppose to ask why two and two must be four? It is a matter of analytical truth. But, how, as a Chinese, do you oppose an anti-Chinese racism made in the name of a greater holiness called bangsa? How do you oppose an Anglophile, fascist value system from which emanates state policies both domestic and foreign, who to tax, what to sell, what language to learn, whose god to pray to, and decide to whom and whether in Pakatan states 7-Eleven should or should not sell even 3.5% liquor on grounds that Jesus Christ, that King of Jews, had never tasted beer? That, with Allah thrown in, is how Pakatan is going to construct policies, the same way America makes them, who to invade, who to annihilate, who to support, with who to declare peace.

To reiterate, none of this is identity politics. We are beyond that. Pakatan, and opposing it, has become a matter of freedom: convert to their systems, their politics, their beliefs, their god and their kind of unity will bloom. That or leave, is what they now say. Or die. It is this that underlays the cacophony of voices today; this is what it means to be politically correct. It is, in another name, morality politics.

Until not long ago, morality politics was a thing Anglophiles only read about in the western media. Today, om-putih morality is the overriding theme you see even in blogs, trolled out by Syed Akbar Ali and Annie’s Assholes, people whose idea of politics is, first and foremost, nail Najib Razak.

We are, you see, dealing with a motherfucking bunch of religious lunatics in suit and tie, sometimes masquerading in baju and songkok.

For sixty years, especially since Mahathir, Chinese was a dirty word, a political liability, and that the Chinese exist as an extraneous thing, outside of Malaysia mainstream, Eu Jienn being a ‘foreign’ thing — the boy is not even human to Lisa. Today, they have extrapolated the same morality and plastered it all over Umno and Barisan, employing Christian language such as ‘beyond redemption’. They are a shame, as opposed to a fact of existence in which Kit Siang, Mahathir et al had a part in cultivating.

One way to see where Pakatan will take this morality is to look back at Kit Siang and his response to the badge of shame that came with he being Chinese.

Kit Siang is no critical thinker nor has he a refined culture that we Chinese associate, on both counts, with a wise ruler (君子), while his son has all the qualities of a Hokkein street thug and talks like one. These are identity characteristics, we Chinese say, typical of the children of pig farmers, especially given they hang their lives on a foreign and lesser English culture they know little about but fawn after. A metaphysical consequence is seeing everything on western (and Christian) dichotomous terms, such as Kit Siang accepting then internalizing the Umno trope that being Chinese and being Malaysian are mutually exclusive.

Enter Kadir Jasin, Anwar and the Agong, the last as the ultimate expression of the Malay being, the first two as poor Anglophile copycats. If Malaysia is first and last (in Christian language, alpha and omega) Malay has to be second. If Malay is second, the Agong is what?

Kadir’s scurrilous piece provides the answer in the title ‘the King and the Pauper’, wherein, on the legal principle of Malaysia equal to all, the King is compared to a beggar. This may be just legal status comparison but that does not — and never does it — stand alone, so that being dependent on a wider societal context, then the only way to equalized the two is lower the King because the pauper can go no farther down. Kadir makes this point clear with the comparison: just as the beggar sponges on society, so does the King. The latter given 257 million ringgit in 16 months and this excludes a 600 million palace, all for the primary purpose of a signature for Tommy Thomas, the primary motive in Kadir’s attack piece.

Between King and pauper, both dependent on society at large, Kadir asked, who is the moral bankrupt, a question, yes, but given a rhetorical twist in order to escape jail. It is contained in these ending lines, all Kadir’s, verbatim:

The people expect them (the Agong and sultans) to be the embodiment of all things good and holy. But the question is: Are they?”

See the airy and dubious quality of the Angophile value system — equality, good, holy — threading through Kadir’s argument? Can you, Mr Thaya, see the distorted and calculated claim made through a western dichotomous and a fallacious comparison?

Return now to Anwar’s statement cited earlier: “I told them (the sultans) not to worry because the government was not under DAP, and there were no attempts to eliminate the power of the rulers.”

In his statement, partly attacking Kadir, Anwar wasn’t just wrong factually; he was in an underhand sort of way being vituperative and, truth be told, a complete motherfucker. Of course, the government is under the DAP, as one of four parties. Otherwise, what the fuck is Guan Eng doing there. Of course, there is nothing to worry — worry about the Chinese? A revolt? Guan Eng is not Chinese anyway. Of course, there “were no attempts to eliminate the power of the rulers.” How are we to do it: send in the PLA?

On the point that there is no rational nor empirical basis for his statement, why then does Anwar not infer these existential threats and apply them coming from other Pakatan parties? Why only the DAP, that is, the Chinese?

For Anwar to use the Chinese as a whipping boy harks back to Mahathir first, Father and Son next. Chinese because it has, as said earlier, been a political liability, a dirty word since Mahathir. Father and Son because, with the Chinese eradicated, the liability is lifted.

I don’t consider myself as Chinese. I am Malaysian,” Guan Eng told the world from a roomful of international and local reporters in the early days of May 9’s aftermath. Malays like Kuala Selangor’s Dzulkefly Ahmad quickly clapped, oblivious to the day they too would have to render their Malay identity second on the basis of the Kit Siang argument: “Now that we have done it, now that we have eradicated the Chinese from Malaysia, all problems with the past are settled!”

If Muhyiddin were to say, wait a minute, I am still Malay first, here would be Kit Siang’s answer: “We gave you a second life after you were kicked out. This is New Malaysia. Do you want to go back to the bad, old Umno regime days?

So, Thaya, tell us, tell the MCA in particular: All problems taken care off in Malaysia Baru, what are we, the MCA, to oppose?

You can therefore see what Wee Ka Siong means when he said that for too long the MCA had been made Umno’s whipping boy. It actually goes deeper: Umno, beginning with Mahathir (or The Malay Dilemma), made possible the rise of the DAP. Each Umno mistake has become MCA’s, whether it is 1MDB or Felda or ketuanan. Each time Umno politicians shout protect Malays and Islam, they really mean: ‘Watch out! The Chinese!’  Politically, it is a message that says the Chinese could never be part of the whole, so the MCA is like a flower pot for decoration, or as furniture for racist Umno ministers to sit on.

DAP politicians, on the other hand, take up a voodoo religion called Christianity, lie about the origin of their identities then proclaim a new dawn. Tell us, again, therefore: Is Guan Eng real or is he a fraud? If real, is his politics true? If fraudulent, can it last?

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DIAL DR M FOR HITMAN

Kadir, hitman recalled to national service

When Mahathir almost didn’t get his way over Tommy Thomas, Kadir Jasin (above) went for the Agong — using Anwar as bait (reproducing the picture below; calling him a political commissar) — then raked up insinuations that the king, like Najib, is a parasite, sponging on government largesse for a pompous life yet doing little that’s useful, not even signing the appointment papers as required. Here, however, was the rub; from Kadir: “The people expect them (the Agong and sultans) to be the embodiment of all things good and holy. But the question is: Are they?”

A month ago, if he had produced the same thing, he would have been thrown into jail the next day and whipped. Today he’s protected by Mahathir. But, even that’s hardly the point: Everything about new Malaysia is old stuff. In power, Malaiyoos can get away with anything, even lese majeste, a crime more serious than murder.

It is the same principle of power that drove the corruption at Umno and in Najib Razak — they can do anything, take anything. The tables having turned, Mahathir, Kadir want to get even. This is what they mean by doing the “right thing,” a phrase Tommy Thomas has repeated on the first day as AG. Naively believing he is doing the “right thing” in the “national service,” says Thomas, he wades knee-deep into this Malaiyoo I-fix-you, you-fix-me business.

Ini politik la, Malays say. These Malaiyoo baboon-faced Kadirs. Now, dear reader, wait for Anwar to get even, joined by the King, by Umno and by Zahid Hamidi; it will be great fun.

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Anwar, hand-kissing political commissar

Anwar Ibrahim, according to Kadir Jasin, is a hand-kissing political commissar who, like those “in the communist system, is many times more powerful than a battalion of soldiers.” More powerful? Kadir wrong, again, is typical of stupid, ignorant Anglophiles:

The political commissar or political officer, although responsible for ideological education, was created partly for the purpose of keeping an eye on the military for it to remain under civilian control. But, the commissar is a military rank, never higher than the commanding officer of a unit. Hence, division commissar or brigade commissar or regiment commissar.

That position is not communist origin nor exclusively communist, as Kadir infers. Created during the French Revolution (1789-1799), then serving the French Revolutionary Army, political commissars exist under Nazi German and served the Soviet Red Army, where the position ended with the war. China’s PLA is the only armed forces that still retains it (and don’t ask how I know).

Political commissars are better at intellectual matters than in firing the gun. Anwar, a UM graduate in local Malay literature, understands neither, a deficiency you can tell when he talks political philosophy or offers an argument. Either he is way off the mark when interpreting or he is factually wrong, like Kadir is wrong now.

No, Anwar shouldn’t be compared to a political commissar; that’s to flatter him, Kadir. Or, you didn’t know that? Anwar is just babble mouth, a shrieking monkey, always eyeing the nuts in coconut trees, like those two little monyets below, Kadir’s comrade-in-arms who can’t tell the difference in what comes out of their front and the rear orifices. (For the answer, there’s no difference; it’s fart.)

Small wonder Malaysia is in such a sorry state…. But, trust Kadir to go after the Agong; you are protected by a mamak? Now, why didn’t he said all that a month earlier: we would be better informed and better know then who to vote for. Palace 650 million; expenses 257 million? Add that to your trillion ringgit debt, Kadir.

You are quite a motherfucker, aren’t you?

See what I mean? Each time the Malay fight, even after GE14, between Mahathir and Anwar, over the fucking appointment of an Indian and Christian — all of who and all of which have nothing to do with us — they (Utusan, Umno, NST, Anwar, PKR, Bersatu, Malaiyoos) invariably dragged in the Chinese, using us as fodder and ammo.

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Do-the-Tommy-Right-Thing Thomas: the Anglophile God sent

Tommy Thomas speaks only English, and little Malay. But because he speaks a foreign language, and not Malayalee his mother tongue, so the like of Kit Siang, Lisa Ng, Sheridan Mahavera, Ahi Attan, RPK, Annie of the Valley, Kadir Jasin, editors of Malaysian Insight don’t call him an ‘obstacle’ to national unity.

Nobody asks, therefore, to demolish the Victoria Institution where he had pick up his Anglophile values and his imported voodoo Christianity. Why? Because the name is Victoria and not SMJK Sam Tet?

All that Queen’s English, all that yada, yada about fairness, law, justice and free — such grand words — coming from an Anglophile: Queer isn’t it? So, it is not only that Umno employs its racism against the Chinese but Anglophiles today.

What we have then is a man hoisted up as the ‘Man of the Hour’ — Related image — next Steven Gan will say he’s descended from heaven like Anwar was proclaimed as Allah sent.

“Free, fair”, did you say? Listen to yourself Tommy! What can you know about justice, real, true justice, when all that you had learned had come from dead white males and their biblical hell and brimstone jurisprudence? Pray tell! You need a re-education, Tommy boy. But, we’ll wait: let’s see what you are made of, what you have.


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The Chinese, MCA by extension, is only tolerated in Malaysia. We can live with that — no problem there — or else we’d get out. But what sticks in the craw is the like of Kit Siang, Guan Eng: Father and the DAP had once led the Chinese to their deaths in 1969. Now they expand their lies, not to the Chinese (we don’t care) but to the Malays so that the latter may put up with us, live with us, because we are no longer Chinese.

This is fraud like 1MDB is fraud, like ketuanan, like everything else about Umno and Anwar; like Hannah and Lisa are fraud. Tell us how, Mr Thaya, do you oppose, break through the halo of religiosity that shields the fraudulent morality inside it?

GE14 was DAP’s final act of betrayal. On the surface, it appears to overturn a once-upon-a-time incompatibility and irreconcilability into a new era of supposed Chinese-Malay partnership. Now both sides, Pakatan in particular, will have to find ways to keep up with the pretense and the fiction that there are no differences since there are no Chinese and all are Malaysians.

But — and here’s the problem — there are Malays, there are Indians and natives, all of who are entitled to be what they are.

The Tommy Thomas episode drives home that point in excruciating detail: here’s an Indian, a Christian yet Anwar goes to a distrusting, skeptical Agong to convince him about Chinese intent.

A Malay assuring a Malay king about Chinese intent over powers granted not to a Chinese but an Indian and Christian? Can you see the absurdity, how lies piled on lies have become the only means to sustain Pakatan power?

Here, thus, is a government beginning with and is constructed on the foundational principle called, Lying. Mahathir lying, Anwar lying, Guan Eng lying and their lies are no small matter. Instead, it is a matter — how are we to live as Malaysians — that strikes at the heart of political psychology and the political system. They want to make the system Anglophile, as a reflection of their values.

When you suggests that the MCA acts the honorable opposition you, in effect, sealed the fate of the Chinese as the apposite of the Malay rather than as a compatriot, because without the Chinese what’s there for Anwar or Umno or sultans to protect Malays from?

So, you see, while Guan Eng et al goes one way, Anwar goes the other way: the two sides pulling away from each other like in a tug-of-war.

The Chinese — and Wee Ka Siong is all alone — is in no position to check Pakatan power. Besides, we have done enough. We Chinese stood alone between full Islamization of Malaysia and whatever secularism exists. We stood between Hadi Awang’s parliament proposal for full sharia and a limited version. If not for the Chinese, Malaysia would have been a Taliban state, subjecting Malays to great religious cruelty long ago.

Think about that because if not the MCA but the DAP in its stead, you know what they would do?

In 2008 and 2013 Kit Siang et al were willing to throw out their own party constitution so that on behalf of PAS and hudud they’d get to Putrajaya. With Mahathir, GE14 rested purely on the same rationale.

Like the inner circle in the DAP, Guan Eng is Chinese in name and form, Anglophile in substance. Their ethical values are deformed by the Christian west which, ordinarily and applied individually, nobody cares. Likewise PAS and Umno.

But, here’s the catch: their dogma of immorality that informs and permeates all policy decisions and actions are not negotiable. Hence, you have a character like Tommy Thomas. In our Chinese world, politics, justice and fairness require talking though them, but, in religion, nothing is negotiable.

Although the MCA is now freed from Umno’s clutches, the party finds itself sandwich between two forces of extremism: racism and Islam by Umno and PAS, on the one hand, Pakatan’s nationalistic dogma and bigotry, on the other. Dogma rule both sides.

We Chinese come from a long, honorable humanistic and secularist tradition that is second to none, better even than the West: how we conduct our lives, how we see others and the way we treat them, and how we have come to regard friends and enemies. Our culture does not actively advocate for confrontation. We leave that to Umno and PAS and Mahathir and Anwar.

That, then, is our advantage: It is for them to destroy one another, exactly the way Mahathir destroyed Umno. The most recent case in point of their mutual destruction is, Anwar and Kadir.

There is this other problem though: Mahathir won’t live long enough to destroy Pakatan from within. Still, somebody will come from behind to do the self-annihilation: it’s in the nature of the Pakatan’s morality beast. Where there’s an Eden, you will find a serpent.

If Malaysia goes down with the destruction, so what? The foundations that shape and make the basis of the country were never good and nothing good is going to come out of it. Until that’s first sorted out, everything else is band-aid remedy.

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Our Chinese Family

Slowly, slowly, my dear 慢慢喜歡你

The clip below is more than an hour long. In it is a brief introduction to an Anglophone world about Chinese musical instruments. But, better than the information, is the explanation into the ethereal qualities of our music, a music that in part expresses Chinese geography and history and in part tells about our cultural eminence with its profound humanism and naturalism, ethics that are so unlike the vengeful, hell and brimstone Christian value system that Anglophiles are brain washed to believe in Sunday classes.

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We Chinese will not just roll over and take this shit lying down. Mahathir, rest assure, you will face the full force of all Chinese everywhere, Joseph with you or no Joseph.

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…and they can’t even hide it.

Can you hear? In new Malaysia is a cacophony that fills you with despair.

Philosopher Byung-Chul Han, in Barcelona yesterday.

I. Political Correctness

The Korean philosopher Han Byung-Chul (above) was right: Orwell’s 1984 society knew it was being dominated. Today — and take Malaysia — they are not even aware of the domination so that supporting Mahathir seems the natural thing. Political correctness, says Mario Vargas Llosa, is the enemy of freedom. “It rejects honesty and authenticity…, (an attempt at) the distortion of the truth.”

To kill this enemy, cancel your Malaysiakini subscription. Demand for your money back, especially since they won’t and won’t listen.

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II. Sell, sell, sell. Sell every fucking thing

For the first time, the DAP shall be defending — no, justifying — the actions of Mahathir Mohamad. In justifying, you can see why Mahathir, too, will destroy the DAP like he had sown the seeds of Malay destruction: After Umno, DAP next.

Here is, thus, a man who, being a lot of noise, could only understand and therefore do things the way he had always done it — a generation ago. But they would lie to say he is a changed man, trying to ‘make amends’.

Najib Razak is a liberal to a fault, tolerating the like of PAS, Islamic crackpots and ISIS sympathizers. Being such a liberal, he could change. Not Mahathir.

His most serious adversary had never been Najib the man but his kind of liberalism that also sits comfortably with the Chinese, including Singapore and China. This is a liberalism against all things Mahathir — chummy capitalism (privatization and cronies), skin color racism, uncontested Umno power (ISA, Sabah immigration), political Islam, Malay hegemony (breed, breed, breed, he tells Malays). All this meant that, if he can’t kill the man, he kills the party that sustains Najib.

To Mahathirism is now added Malaysian First bigotry. Mario Llosa:

[Nationalism] is incompatible with freedom. You just need to scratch the surface to see that nationalism involves a kind of racism. If you believe that belonging to a certain country or nation or race or religion is a privilege, a value in itself, you believe you are superior to others.

You can, hence, see why Mahathir sits so well with Lim Kit Siang and son: compatible yet contradictory and self-defeating. The serpent gobbles its tail. True, three weeks of Pakatan was not inconsistent: it was Mahathirism reborn. He simply called Lim Kit Siang’s bluff:

I was a changed man, yes, before May 9. Now I have changed — again. Haven’t you heard, Kitty Lim? Change is the only constant. Ubah once, ubah twice, ubah always. Got a problem with that, Kitty?

Give the mamak another (maybe) two years, he could do as much damage as in his previous 22.

To repeat: If you are outside, stay out. Watch as Mahathir goes from Singapore to the East China Sea, he kills, kills, kills. We sell, sell, sell — to help him along with the destruction. (Pssst, we are not yet done.)

Your move next, Mamak. Or, are you still confused by the markets?

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III. The Racism of the Anti-Racist

Take your pick of the lineup (above), starting from the center. After which, tell me who is “less” racist, counting especially from the time when they were not “at the top” yet?

Mahathir Mohamad began his political career then rose to the top as the top racist. Ditto Muhyiddin Yassin and Lim Guan Eng. After which consider the motherfucker at the extreme right. He has a funny Arab name, Maszlee something.

For Mahathir to be wrong — again — is standard intellectual fare in Malaysian politics. But for him to say that racism is most intense, most malignant at ground level? Saying that means the lower down you go on the social status — the street beggars, the homeless, street sweepers, garbage collectors, coolies, casual laborers and the like — the more racist is the person. Imagine, therefore, the Malay pauper, holding out his begging bowl, shouting “ketuanan“, “Malaiyoo bangkit!

No, the higher up they go, the more schooling they get, the more English and the more Anglophile they pick up, the more racist they become. Want evidences? No need to go far. Look up this man, who likes to think he works for kings and presidents as a Scribe. Just click. We Chinese have a name for such spineless characters: running dog. Or, look up this piece of Anglophile cunt, who imagines herself as a sort of English ‘creative writer’.

So, if Mahathir is wrong, why is he blaming others for his racism and deflecting it? For the answer, try perhaps 1981. Or to Lim Kit Siang in 1969.

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IV. Malay Unity? What Holy Shit…

Sixty years ago, they talk of Malay unity. Sixty years later, they are still talking of unity… Aiyaah, as Anglophiles say.

When only Malays voted for Barisan in GE 12, Umno called for Malay unity. When a third of the Malays didn’t vote for Umno in GE 13, they call for Malay unity. When most Malays voted for Umno and PAS in GE14, they still call for Malay unity. These stupid Malaiyoos….

Helen ‘Aku Cina‘ Ang once imagined that PAS and Umno unity could simply rule with a simple majority — if only they were united. Well, what did Malays get for that unity?

Poor Malaiyoos. See the mess in the Malay unity states, Perlis, Kedah, Trengganu? Even Perak.

The Malaiyoo of the Valley who names herself (in the English) ‘Annie’ is pining after the same Malay unity. And this is at a time when, among Malaiyoos like herself, they can’t decide who and what is the Malay (see clips below). Malay unity? As Mahathir would said, ‘podah’.

Don’t leave new Malaysia yet, Pakatoon. Your Malaysia Baru is going to be fun. These Anglophiles….

Malaiyoos, bangsat Malaise

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So how did this Malay unity thing get its start? Short answer, Umno and Mahathir…

The above photo, dated 1999, shows the mamak/Malay poking at the DAP as a bunch of racist Chinese. Archived by the Bar Council, it is suppose to prove to the lawyers that Mahathir is a changed man.

Now, consider the graphics below:

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Of course, Lim Guan Eng et al will say they are merely using Mahathir. (So conceited in their stupidity, it never occurred to them it might be other way around.) This is the man who sits at the pinnacle of power, who, on top of his Cabinet, has an army of committees to give him justification to break with Singapore, which he considers as a Chinese proxy. China has since been added to his damnation list so you can see where he’s headed in his racism.

For further evidences into what that future will look like, look at Perak: it has already begun with a Mahathir hatchetman.

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Chinese School Art & Intelligence

Jian showed me the two images, above and below.

When I dream, I remember.

Above: The painting is unique in the sense that it inverses everything that is conventionally known in the visual arts: objects cast a shadow on light, not the other way around; the wall substitutes as the front glass door; facing that wall of glass and brick, the girl’s back is the front; she loses a flip-flop that causes you to wonder, was she coming in or going out?; and, lastly, notice the paintings. They have nothing.

Below: It is a piece of homework on the theme ‘China, My Dream‘. Completed by a Primary 2 child (who in Malaysia is still learning ABCs), it is astonishing for (a) its highly regimented syntax, (b) the paired rhythmic lines identical to a couplet; and, above all, (c) an essay construction deploying analogical reasoning, a kind of logic even Malaysian university students have never heard of.

Dating back to the Han era, the Chinese education system is the oldest in any civilization. It is so profound that it typically produces the world’s best performing students. But Anglophiles (in all skin colors, from Lisa Ng, Sheridan Mahavera, Khoo Kay Kim and Steven Gan to Guan Eng and Mahathir), people who have never spent a day in a Chinese classroom, spit at us. They call for our schools to be destroyed. Because, so they say, Chinese is not a Malaysian language, although used by local Chinese, whereas English, a colonial, foreign language, should be made compulsory.

With Mahathir’s return Anglophile bigotry and demands have grown incessant and louder. Did you hear…?

Jian said she had to read the essay twice. Me too.

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Lovers then friends

Ten years ago we were strangers on the same street.
Ten years later we are lovers that only friends know how.

十年之前
我不认识你
你不属于我
我们还是一样
陪在一个陌生人左右
走过渐渐熟悉的街头
十年之后
我们是朋友
还可以问候
只是那种温柔
再也找不到拥抱的理由
情人最后难免沦为朋友

 

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Your grandparents die. And then in time your parents die. The truly startling thing is that your friends start to die. That’s not in the plan. It’s a bad contract and we all have to sign it.Philip Roth, talking mortality in a 2006 interview, today dead at 85, May 2018.

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A Chinny English Idea

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretence but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea—something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to…. [Joseph Conrad’s ellipsis. Emphasis added.]

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The Horror that is Chinny

Here I am, writing in English, which is mine because my grandparents used it to survive, and because I have written my truth in it. Encountering Tennyson in a monsoon poem helped me become more critical of how I pieced myself together and of my relationship to language. I believe in literature’s ability to connect us. But I also think it can help us discover the ways we are ensnared. And that is the first step to doing something about it. — YZ Chin, 2018 May in LitHub (sub-title borrows from Joseph Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness’)

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By English, does she mean the language or an Anglophile racist idea, a kind of anti-Chinese life? Notice the meandering, woolly, contradictory and self-gratuitous quality in her sentimental English apologia:

  • my grandparents used it to survive;
  • I have written my truth in it;
  • my relationship to language;
  • literature’s ability to connect us (English literature or just literature?);
  • help us discover the ways we are ensnared;
  • doing something about it.

The truth of YZ Chin, therefore: She is an Anglophile cunt — in third-rate English.

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Minority Govt Rule by Fatwas, by ‘Eminents’

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The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same

As Mahathir Mohamad spearheaded the destruction of Umno, so, too, we see Harapan, the DAP especially, being set up for annihilation from the inside out, from outside in and from all sides.

Here are the ominous signs, but don’t expect to find them in Malaysiakini:

Fewer than half of Malaysia want Pakatan. Which, however, speaks in Christian, Anglophile linguistic terms of a ‘new dawn’, a new Malaysia, as if there had been a revolutionary replacement of a hated government. Umno may hated but who says — which God decreed — Pakatan is the anointed replacement? Take Perak for example. Pakatan was before GE14 so cocksure but couldn’t have it without two BN defections, exactly the status quo ten years ago.

Minority government. When Barisan was in minority at GE13 with 49% of the popular vote, Pakatan, Lim Kit Siang in particular, questioned the former’s (moral) legitimacy to rule (see his tweet above). Now, with 48% instead, there is just silence — not even a murmur, much less ‘widespread questioning’. The silence is reaffirmation of Anglophile/Christian contradiction and hypocrisy as an astounding fact.

Mal-apportionment and gerrymandering. Since it took so little to remove Barisan — the knife cuts both ways, you see — there is now no incentive for Pakatan to want to change anything electoral. Again, no drum-beating, from Bersih especially.

100 days agenda. There has been a lot of talk, of police raids, of heads rolling, of counting beans, but what has changed — fundamentally?

The most glaring case is GST, which is to be reduced to a 0% rate. A 0% rate is not the same as ‘No GST’, that is, abolishing. Another case: The media looks freer, true, and TV3 license won’t be cancelled. But therein troubles start: Both online and traditional media are now suppliant, willfully in fact, to Pakatan authorities. When Anwar Ibrahim was release from jail, one of his first visits was to Malaysiakini, where everybody patted each other’s shoulders, talking of unimaginable sacrifices and bottomless gumption. Yet its editors see nothing wrong with the visit. Under Pakatan rule, however, Steven Gan’s self-proclaimed ‘independence’ from Barisan has become passe: how do you become ‘independent’ of Pakatan which you had glorified as underdog? This is a craft of propaganda feted at a dictator’s feet.

Institutional reforms. Altantuya case might not be reopened and nobody is talking anymore of a Royal Commission of Inquiry. Her case is a reform benchmark because her death and subsequent trial touches all things fundamental: law enforcement, judicial independence, limits of police powers, abuse of civil authority, financial and moral corruption (Scorpene) in high offices, immigration powers, treatment of pendatangs, and plain fairness and human decency.

Soon Mahathir, Anwar, and Lim Guan Eng will confront themselves with this question: Now that we control the institutions, why bother with reforms? We are the reformation! Trust us!

Abuse of authority. Replacing the heads of institutions once hostile to Pakatan is not the same as institutional reforms. In the nature of the beasts, the new heads of varied units and agencies will be sympathetic to Pakatan — look at the police. They are playing musical chairs, of course. It is the only way to placate the new masters otherwise, how else do you keep your job? Abuse, with even greater fervor, is now counter-clockwise.

Rule by Council Committees.  This is rule by a fatwa committee, and not unprecedented. Soviet-era and communist states ruled in this fashion wherein state policies are established outside parliament and outside the usual due process associated with democratic rule. It works faster. With fewer outside participation, committees don’t have to report to the electorate.

Similar named councils exist in Britain and the US. But the Council of Eminent Persons is far-reaching in scope and depth, touching everything, even though there is nothing ’eminent’ about the like of Zeti Akhtar Aziz, Daim Zainuddin or Jomo Sundaram. Even Robert Kuok. All he’s got is more money than the rest of Malaysia. And Daim is eminent? (Don’t ever let him get near your pretty 18-year-old sister.)

Because of their power, reporting only to the PM, watch them gradually displace government role, the role that Mahathir of the 1980s to 2000 had found to be a nuisance and a hindrance to his own plans. Hence, watch for signs of conflict: Bank Negara under Zeti Akhtar Aziz says public/government debt is 600+ billion, whereas Lim Guan Eng says 1 trillion by redefining what makes for public/government. Jomo, a Mahathir hatchet man who had advocated privatization, is an academic (Harvard) leftover from the Reagan era with a taxi driver’s knowledge on how economics work on the streets and how banks operate on Wall Street. He represented the tribe of economists who were directly responsible for deregulation, after which came crisis after crisis (Latin America defaults; financial meltdown 1998, 2007-08; Iceland, Greece and Spain defaults). Hence, in contradiction, you hear Jomo talking about welcoming investments while the same week more than 1 billion ringgit were yanked from the Malaysia stock market. (Jomo, that stupid man, even has trouble defining ‘investment’ because foreign money playing the stock market cannot be investment; it is just short-term, highly liquid currency, and mostly existing as debt, betting monopoly games.)

KL meltdown in just five days… glad we weren’t around.

May 14    -RM682.6m
May 15    -RM837.3m
May 16    -RM320.7m
May 17    -RM384.4m
May 18    -RM251.2m

Is there more?

Islamization and fascism. While PPBM and the DAP represent the face of fascism, PKR is Islamization. In Maszlee Malik they found a poster boy devoted to both. Like Umno had previously brought in Islam into the classrooms, all three will bring into the curricula their religious/political agenda — only difference being a new menu. Same dish, new names. Like BR1M. Also, Anwar assuring the Malay contractors that discrimination will continue is, again, another reminder that the whole lot ultimately lives on and relies on their pre-historic Umno racism.

Malay vs Malay. Rafizi Ramli is already ensconced in Trengganu, an oil state after all. PKR knows where next their fights will take them. Half the country is against Pakatan — and all 52% are Malays. (See table below.) This fact alone means something has to give: Once Pakatan has settled down from their vendetta, watch for the old Malay battles to be replayed and the Chinese (or China) flung into the ring as fodder.

New Malaysia. The old Malaysia is back the moment it was declared new, so that the first sign of Malay vs Malay has already appeared — in Perak, of course, where Pakatan’s political survival is most precarious, at the edge of a cliff. In the (linked) Mkini article, the PPBM, Mahathir Mentri Besar plays dumb that is typical of Malay, Umno, Pakatan political style. As usual, where their political interests lay, Anglophile DAP has nothing to say. Liquor is Christian haram, after all. Hence, a set of voodoo Islamic/Christian, foreign and desert religious immorality supersedes western-styled secular law, endorsing in effect an illegal, Malaiyoo vigilante of shutting down a licensed, lawful business.

  • Is this a new Malaysia?
  • Is the lawlessness new? (Photo below.)
  • And the police, under Pakatan, not acting against the illegality, is that new?
  • Is the Christian/Islamic immorality new?
  • Is the exploitation of Chinese (and Indian) drinking habits for a Malay political cause new?
  • Is the DAP and Anglophile silent acquiescence to the assault on freedom, Malay religious freedom in particular, new?

Here is a prediction: this Muslim raid is only the beginning. Malaysia under Pakatan can only get more oppressive, more intense and more fascistic especially since the DAP, PKR and, in particular, PPBM want and badly needs a chunk of the 6 million Malay votes they don’t have from the GE14 results.

Is there going to be no ‘new’ Malaysia for the next 100 days or 200 or 1200? Of course not. How can there be new-ness if the country is itself fucked-up? What is new about Pakatan that now runs the country, that is, new in the thinking of their leaders and their values? Evidence of their old is found in MB Faizal Azumu own puerile, insane words to the Malaiyoos raiding other people’s property: ‘When you do it again, let me know beforehand. And other people must be mindful of Muslim sentiments, especially this is Ramadan.

Heard that before?

Pakatan Lies: 1MDB, ECRL & China. Through their mouthpieces Malaysiakini (P Gunasegaram) and Sarawak Report (Clare Rewcastle-Brown), Pakatan trolled out the line that China fraudulently bailed out Najib Razak and his 1MDB. In cahoots, they had strung together the ECRL then inflated the contract price in order to skim off money to pay 1MDB debts.

Now, Guan Eng has discovered that, in fact, Najib’s Finance Ministry had — legally — sold land to Bank Negara and redeemed money from Khazanah bonds. Raising more than 3 billion ringgit total, as a result, the money had mostly gone towards settling with IPIC.

Their lies having done their political objective, Pakatan (and Steven Gan) pretended none of the slander happened. Instead their accusation is amended to say the ECRL was a case of Najib poor governance  (See for example, Yeo Bee Yin as Racist & Whore). Najib, the amended accusation says, had been selling projects to nobody’s benefit and letting in the Chinese to colonize Malaysia and made it indebted.

Wait till the Malay-fight-Malay gets nastier….

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New Malaysia? What is so new about this bunch of coconut Malaiyoo heads?

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Lies are cost-free? Slander has no consequences?

Having been slandered and maligned, it has been suggested, China should start a trade war — what the fuck. We pack up and leave, donate the nuts and bolts to Pakatan, cut off the palm oil shipments, followed by everything else. We have met Mahathir, let’s see his next move. Like Malaysia, we Chinese are just protecting our sovereignty from any Malaysian invasion, in any and all their forms.

Mahathir et al imagine this is May 13 all over again. Let’s see who goes down: We Chinese didn’t come from 5000 years ago to be cowed by a lying bunch of kampung coconut heads and Bananas. If push comes to shove, we can bring down the Pakatan government the next day. Want to see how it can be done?

Did some Pakatoon, before GE14, say ‘cry for Malaysia’: Don’t stop, keep crying. Here is a hanky, Pakatoon….

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On her Facebook, Ting Yi-yeh posted the video above of her father reading his letter at her sister’s wedding in Kaohsiung, Taiwan. SCMP reproduced the video with its English translation.

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Which reminds of Altantuya’s father….

Dumped by Baginda Razak then murdered in a fucked-up Islamic, oh-so-righteous, so glorious, God-fearing country named Malaysia, she was not even dust for Setev Shaariibuu to take home. Today, in Mongolia, our brothers and compatriots observe the Great Duichin‘ — Wesak Week. It would be a time of remembrance and there is only the memory. Nothing else.

Image result for buddha day mongolia

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Mongolia president and local monks in Kalimya.

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Summer is surely here when I see…Related image

…she promotes (oversize) sun glasses. Tian-ah!

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Had you Rachel Kushner shoplifted — ‘pocketed’ — a lipstick?

Now, tell the truth, and better, ‘more’ truthful it is without your crapped up, fucked up God:

Whether I’m reading about the necessary abolition of the police, or blasting Z-Ro like a typical woman of a certain age, I am never without this lipstick, in number 438 (“Suzanne”), both wearing it, and pocketing it, and that’s the honest-to-God truth.

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Will remind Jian how to re-stock her high cost, moderate risk (genuine?) Chanel inventory.

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Get the fuck out of the street. Balik tongsan Berkeley!

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O! The flower of women…

女人花

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Multiracial MCA? No shit

Liow Tiong Lay’s argument (clip above) rests entirely on the western, Anglophile cultivated myth that being Chinese or the word ‘Chinese’, like the word ‘black’ or ‘white’, is a racial group. This is patently false.

Look at China. Read its history, go back to Sima Qian (司馬遷 who wrote the shiji 太史公書). Look at the rule by Mongolians and Manchus. Chinese is not an ethnic notion that white is ethnic. It is a cultural term, and a civilization-state, so that it is not inconsistent to say there are today Miao Chinese, Yao Chinese, Zhuang Chinese, Mongolian Chinese, and 52 other ethnics within China today.

Jian is Miao but she is Chinese, talks Chinese, practices Chinese customs, reads Chinese, and loves me (to a fault), who is a Han Chinese. Likewise, Korean is culture, or Japanese, both of which have distinct identities that were shaped by Chinese civilization and ideas. For an example, look at the (south) Korean flag; it is Chinese, that is, the idea is Daoist, also having originated in a land called China.

Hence, being culture, it was easy for China to tolerate different systems of government, one in Hong Kong, in Taiwan and Macau without any of which losing the Chinese cultural identity.

Hence, too, being culture, it was easy for Anglophile Lim Guan Eng to say he is not Chinese, and we Chinese won’t throw a fit. He is welcome to leave — good riddance, we’d say — because we know, he knows, and everybody knows, he is an Anglophile, a fucked-up piece of Banana, yellow outside, white inside. Ridhuan Tee is only Chinese in name and so, too, characters like Yeo Bee Yin, KTemoc, Wong Chen, Lisa Ng and Joshie Ah Hong. If, on the other hand, Malay first Anwar Ibrahim were to declare he is not Malay, Pakatan will face a riot the next day in Putrajaya. Lina Joy discover that the hard way.

To conclude: MCA must remain true to its identity because that’s all you have, which isn’t something you buy in a supermarket — unless Liow wants to be an Anglophile or Muslim. Or, Allah forbid, Malaysian First, whatever the fuck that is.

Just be Chinese, Mr Liow. It’s the most natural thing; it’s what we are. And we’ll be okay. 无为, Mr Liow, 无为.

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MCA, Umno treaty: No more wedded under Barisan

Six decades of Umno maligning the Chinese have led to DAP’s victory. Behind the backs of the Chinese, the DAP is now doing Umno’s dirty work so, if this seems bizarre, consider this: it took the most conservative, hawkish American president to make a deal with communist China, leading thus to US-China normalization.

The same counter-intuitive rule applies because who would believe it? Lim Guan Eng is suppose to be Chinese. How could he be maligning Chinese? But therein is the catch…. Is he Chinese? Looks like one, sounds like one, but is he?

In the circumstances, an MCA and Umno alliance treaty is a feasible alternative, going forward. The Barisan coalition of tying together the two parties within a single, superstructure is proven counter-productive and, now, passe.

What is there to object anyway if Barisan breaks up: Umno has repeatedly said, it never needed the Chinese. Nor, do we need Umno.

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Y Z, you poor thing, having to write in English: Try the spin again, Taiping woman, and tell us truthfully next time, why.

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III

The following is taken from YZ Chin in LitHub (the title is mine):

Malaysian in NY wonders why she writes in English

One of the very first questions I wrestled with as a writer was this: Why write in English, the colonizer’s language, when I have others at my disposal? I grew up acquainted with three languages; my grandparents immigrated from southern China to Malaya, which was a British imperial territory. So if I didn’t write in Malay, didn’t that make me unpatriotic? And if I didn’t write in Chinese, didn’t that make me a “race traitor?” Why English?

English is intricately woven into my family history. When my grandparents first came to occupied Malaya, they worked for the British. For some time they lived apart, my grandfather cooking meals for colonial officers while my grandmother worked as a nanny for British children in a different part of the country. I never heard either of them speak English, but in my imagination, the few English phrases they did know formed the language of intimate care: Please enjoy the food. Are you warm enough? Have another helping. Did you sleep well? Don’t cry. I’m here.

I suppose they learned as much English as allowed them to forge new lives. It was both a choice and not, just as it was and was not for me as I haltingly attempted to piece together a self through literature. I did not see myself in my Malay textbooks about boys who formed interracial friendships. Neither could I find myself in the Tang poems my parents encouraged me to memorize, which featured ancient men in long-sleeved robes drinking alcohol and being sorrowful (only later in life would I come to relate to that). It was in English books that I saw a sense of adventure and escape that I identified with, as embodied by British children daringly solving mysteries or circumventing adult cruelty.

I acquired English differently from the other languages I used in daily life with my parents. I became proficient solely through reading, without a corresponding speaking component. So at first English seemed to be an abstract, fantastical thing with no real-world application, and this lent itself to boundless dreaming much more than the other languages did. I gravitated toward the stories in my English books because I thought the lives depicted within were so far removed from mine; they gave me the space to imagine new ways of living.

It wasn’t until I encountered the poetry of Shirley Geok-lin Lim that I saw how naïve this view was. I was introduced to her work in the last place I’d thought to look: school. It was a place I associated with casual disdain for the arts in favor of science and mathematics—literature wasn’t introduced as an official component of English language studies for secondary school students until the 21st century. I was among the first waves of students who got to read fiction and poetry for school; prior to that, literature was considered fluff, extra, a hobby. School also seemed propagandistic to me, so I was prepared for dreary, moralistic tales about the value of being upstanding citizens. And although some of the assigned reading did fall into that category, what I remember most is Lim’s “Monsoon History”:

Again we are taken over
By clouds and rolling darkness
Small snails appear
Clashing their timid horns
Among the morning glory
vines

Drinking Milo,
Nyonya and Baba sit at home.
This was forty years ago.

My mind was blown. Here was a poem set in a Malaysian fishing village, written by a Malaysian writer who obviously had intimate love for the landscape, from its damp air to its snails, gnats, and termites. And people in the poem drank Milo, something I did every single day! But they also read Tennyson (“Reading Tennyson, at six / p.m. in pajamas”). The reference seemed jarring at first, yet wasn’t it a mirror of my own life? Was it any stranger than a girl in small-town Malaysia reading Archie comics from the library? That was when I started questioning: why Tennyson? Why, for that matter, Milo? It wasn’t a local invention, but the drink had become such a staple of everyday life in Malaysia. There must be a reason for that.

Once I started trying to find answers, they were everywhere in plain sight, like the hill my small town was known for, which has two names: one that belonged to the colonial officer who “discovered” the hill, and a local name people started using after the colonizers left. I gained an inkling of understanding that, as a postcolonial writer and reader, I am not as removed from the problems of English as I’d assumed. I drew a line from Tennyson in Lim’s poem to my grandparents’ careworn faces, their tight-lipped refusal to speak about their pasts. I finally saw that English was not a language of escape for me, but that it rather represented a painful negotiation between myself and my environment. My family had used English like a tool to carve out a living. Perhaps I, too, could wield English to reinvent myself—or my selves, as in the case with writing fiction.

So yes, I decided to write in English. I don’t see this as capitulating to a colonizing language, however; I see it as an act of acknowledging history and of claiming space. Lim’s poem, “Learning to Love America,” speaks to this:

because it has no pure products

because the Pacific Ocean sweeps along the coastline
because the water of the ocean is cold
and because land is better than ocean

because I say we rather than they

The magic of this poem is that Lim has assembled, out of English words, a declaration of identity that is ambivalent and full of turns, a kind of feint that claims a space (“American”) while leaving room for so much more. It got me thinking: what kind of layered identity could I create for myself, if I, too, claimed the language and used it the way I wanted to? Even the resignation in the poem’s ending lines—“because it is late and too late to change my mind / because it is time”—spoke to me, reminding me that I, just like anyone else, am shaped by forces that are beyond me, long in motion. This has a kind of perverse comfort; if I am thus shaped, then might I not be participating in the shaping of forces to come, even though my efforts may seem puny and the effects invisible so far? And why not participate while wielding the language that so shaped my family? As Elaine Castillo puts it in her essay: “The reason I write in English, and the reason I use untranslated words, are one and the same, the punchline to that rambling, viciously grim joke also known as history.”

Here I am, writing in English, which is mine because my grandparents used it to survive, and because I have written my truth in it. Encountering Tennyson in a monsoon poem helped me become more critical of how I pieced myself together and of my relationship to language. I believe in literature’s ability to connect us. But I also think it can help us discover the ways we are ensnared. And that is the first step to doing something about it.

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Response

YZ Chin, The Horror, The Horror

No doubt, the essay merely reflects Chin talking, arguing, to herself. So we’ll take her word at it. Which is to answer, “Why did she write in English?”

The question is pivoted on the unstated assumption (conveniently left out) that she is equally proficient and good in the two other languages she grew up with, Malay and Chinese.

But is she equally proficient in all three?

1. On Malay, she asks, “So if I didn’t write in Malay, didn’t that make me unpatriotic?” Which then begs other questions,

  • (a) Patriotism is demonstrable only in the Malay language? So then, ethnic Malay equals Malaysia? There is only one ethnicity equaling nationalism and this is Malay? To be Chinese is implicitly not a Malaysian?
  • (b) Where and what is the causal relationship between language and patriotism?

2. On Chinese, she asks, “And if I didn’t write in Chinese, didn’t that make me a “race traitor?” Who, which Chinese, has ever call her a ‘race traitor’? What is being a ‘traitor’ to a race? I write in English yet nobody in China calls me a ‘race traitor’. Instead, I am encouraged to do so, presenting China to a hostile Anglophone world. If this is true of me, then she must be imagining ethnocentrism as a peculiar Chinese trait.

Although proficient in Russian and English, Vladimir Nabokov in his later years, wrote only in English (Lolita). Does that make him a traitor to Russia?

If Chin were simply to be honest as to why she writes in the ‘colonizer’s language’ (English), she would say she isn’t proficient enough to write in either Chinese or Malay. Besides, writing in America in Chinese or Malay will not sell books. No buyers. And that would be the end of the matter.

But, for her to justify her ‘colonizer’s language’ suggests the Anglophile in her and her Anglophile prejudices: Tang poems … featured ancient men in long-sleeved robes drinking alcohol and being sorrowful whereas Tennyson brings out, gloriously, her “identity” in a ‘low-class’ mosquito swamp called Malaysia. And, if that’s all she has learned in Tang poetry, it showed she has learned nothing about Chinese literature.

Like numerous western educated up and down Malaysia, Chin is case exemplar not only of a disgusting, deceitful Banana (like Yeo Bee Yin and countless others) but a completely fucked up woman.

If Chin wants to write in pigshit, write. Whining about it, playing a ‘colonizer’ victim, will not hide her racist character — and a lying, fucking cunt that she is — all that on display in third-rate English. Eat your heart out, Chinny.

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IV

China will not be made fodder

Every five years, when Malays fight Malays and the local Chinese are required to choose sides, they are used as ammo. To which the Chinese have paid with blood.

Because the DAP has chosen Mahathir Mohamad, MCA must now break away from Barisan in order to free the Chinese to decide.

Unlike the local Chinese who are turned into dedak at every internecine Malaiyoo war, China will not be made into fodder.

Don’t mess with us, you piece of mamak. Consider this, as yet again, a warning… Ignore it at your peril.

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V

Behind the smile, the Salafist fascist

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All the smiling faces above are Salafist fascists. The one brought to the seat of central power, thanks to the DAP (again), is the one on the left.

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In the way, Anwar Ibrahim let into Malaysia radical Islamism 30 years ago, and also the way the DAP let PAS and hudud into mainstream politics and, now, Pakatan Harapan has let into the Cabinet yet one more fascist, Maszlee Malik.

Malaysia never learn, Malaiyoos never learn; they fall so easily for smiles, appearances and propaganda.

The propaganda: Ten years ago radical Islam was touted as ‘PAS for All‘. Now, DAP’s Ong Kian MIng has declared Maszlee Malik clean as a whistle. Look at his “impressive CV,” says Ong,  who himself — surprise? — is the sort you would imagine of Jerry Falwell.

Maszlee’s CV is impressive?

Durham is impressive? The International Islamic University is impressive? Before he was recruited into active politics, Maszlee taught at IIU, the sort of den (Guess who set it up?) that breeds the like of Osama bin Ladin and others who’d recruit some out-of-work assholes to mow down people on European streets.

…on second thoughts, we should let him into the Cabinet.

He will help speed up Malaysia’s self-immolation, like in the Middle East and the north African Muslim countries. In fact, the more Maszlees the merrier. Related image

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