Why i never write on politics? I dont know. Well, the truth is i do not want to know and i dont fucking care! Why must i write about those big flat stupid shameless asses who only care about themselves and their deep fat pocket full of rice and their big flat stupid useless nametags? Believe me, that is all they care. And stop being foolish! They dont care about you.
I mean, if i am a politician, i would do the same too. Infact with my horoscope as a gemini bastard, i could be the richest and the most beautiful politician lady in town. U see, i am, as much as u are, a human being like them too. i have brain and heart, pancreas and duodenum, rectum and all. so i guess i'll pretty much will do the same as them if am a politician. But, owh! i am not and they are. And they turn out to be colourless and dull politicians. So why must i feed their egos, those boring hooligans by writing about them. Damn, god forbid!
I write about ordinary people and their extraordinary power to still keep on their feet despite the economic blunder with the rise of oil and rice and crime while the heat-up politicians up there fighting among themselves for a chair with a nametag. Will that chair and that nametag do something to the people's suffering? Like u know, giving free medication to the poor? i dont know. I dont even know how a chair and a nametag look like. I've never been a government servant.
And who cares about 'i swear to the government i did not think like marxist' or 'i swear to God i am not a hippie'. I mean, does the swearing do something to people's suffering? Like u know, giving free education to the poor? So that they know the difference between a rectum and a belly button. And so that they dont have to prostitute their bodies and principles to get money to go to school? I dont know. I never finish schooling. Everytime i got myself into a higher education institution, i got kicked out of it. Partly because i was and still a lazy and lousy bastard. Partly because i dont believe in their mission, u know, that serving the government thingy. I mean, when is the government going to serve us, their people? Owh! We've got to serve ourself? U mean, we've got to travel in their 'useless-over crowded-never on time' public transportations to get us to the place where we work our ass off to put rice on the table? O, u mean we who lives in malaysia, one of the biggest exporter of rice have to replace our rice on our table with the cheap bread?
See, that is why i want to write about us, the people, the real power. We are colourful and vibrant and lively and stronger. Remember the story of a lost state minister who cried because he had to get his ass out of the official big mansion after the election? Owh..how about the 'setinggans' whose house got burnt down? And talking about being real, a lot of their stories were made up to blindfold us from seeing the real issue. As if we are fools...
So lets get our pants down and cheer for the freedom!
2 comments:
i know who's that state minister..org kampung kita weh....
kelaslah writing tuh, gua caya. I wish I could write like you. Aku nama je skolah, tapi tak keje2, susahnya nak dapat kerje. Dulu masa aku dapat diploma dan kerja kat KL dpt 500 sebulan, lepas tu arwah mak suruh balik keje KB katanya nanti mak tambah 500 lagi, aku balik tapi sempat 6 bulan je, boringlah duduk rumah. berpuluh tahun kemudian bila aku phd kononnya, tapi takda kerja, arwah mak skali lagi cakap, balik kblah, buka supermarket ke, aku terfikir jugak actually! kalau macam tu memang tak payah sekolah, semuanya hanya lah untuk experience je!
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