Saturday, October 25, 2008

WHY DOGS BITE PEOPLE...


CORRECT! BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE DESERVE IT.

[Contributed by Vernon Cornelius]

Friday, October 24, 2008

This post is for you, NSTman!

This is the fourth time since 26 July 2006 thieves have stolen sections of phone cable, thereby depriving me of internet access for days on end. And so I have been unable to respond speedily to comments left on my last blogpost. One in particular from "NSTman" I found so imbecilic and pedestrian, I either had to delete it so it won't leave my blog stinking of unwashed feet... or respond to it with as much compassion as I can possibly muster (I have to admit, folks, that ever since that pathetic Potatohead Gestapoman posing as a "home minister" - I don't even wish to see his vile name in print - decided to transfer RPK to Kamunting, I have been growing increasingly intolerant of Umno's very existence. This is one party that deserves to be clinically eliminated like an incurable case of halitosis; and the way they have been deliberately provoking Hindraf supporters is nothing short of political pornography).

Before I began to deconstruct NSTman's spam-like comment, I figured I ought to check his credentials, if any. So I looked up his Blogger profile and discovered he's actually a professional cunnilinguist moonlighting as a "journalist."

Some of my best friends are cunnilinguists - and I must say I'm partial to the occasional serving of young, succulent pussy myself - but I'm rather selective when it comes to "sexual acts against the natural order." I prefer my shrimps dried in the sun, pounded with chili, and fried in oil - not right up my nostrils. I've also discovered that eating strange pussy is a great deal more stimulating than dining on close family members. When it comes right down to cunnilingus, familiarity often breeds apathy. But I'm digressing here.

When I visted NSTman's blog, this is what I found...


That's right, folks, it was a fake blog. Not a single entry to be found. And he lists his email address as chowhai@gmail.com (for the uninitiated, that means "smelly cunt" in Cantonese). So, that's it... the remarkable profile of a BN cybertrooper!


Oh, but wait a minute... NSTman operates a second blog called... Pussy Licker! And his first and only post, dated 21 October 2008, is headed: "I yam what I yam... a pussy licker." How's that for ingenuity and blistering wit?

Let's go straight to the anti-Anwar comment NSTman left on my last blogpost, shall we? I shall resist the temptation to tweak NSTman's wobbly grammar and syntax. His comment appears in green italics...
Malaysians in general and the Western media in particular would make a hero out of Anwar Ibrahim even if he is defiant of the law.
Defiant of what law? Umno's?
Is Anwar above the law or does he thinks he is above the law? Is he to be treated differently from other ordinary Malaysians? What makes he thinks he has immunity from being issued with an order to present himself at the police station for questioning? Are they not just excuses to provoke the police to arrest him so we Malaysians can make a hero out of him.
For a moment there I thought you were talking about Najib. He's defler who behaves like he's above the law and refuses to subject himself to being called up as a witness in the Altantuya murder trial. I bet if Rosmah, Najib, and Musa Safri (their ADC) are subpoenaed as key witnesses their presence will greatly enliven the proceedings in court. In any case, Anwar has bent over backwards to cooperate with the police - even though the entire world (except diehard fans of Mahathir) views the grotesque sodomy accusations as a flat-footed and pea-brained plot to sabotage his promising political career.
He is no Nehru, Ghandi or Mendela. If he had been selfless and as noble as those three gentlemen I would have great respect and sympathy for him, but he is not. His thirst for power has passed the threshold of decency, it's pure greed and self-glorification.
Nehru and Gandhi are dead heroes - and dead heroes don't have armpit odors, nor do they suffer from scrotal itch. If you were part of the British colonial government of India, you might have had entirely different perceptions of both these defiant freedom-fighters. Indeed, you might even have accused them of "unnatural sex acts" and attempted to arrest them under the ISA. As for Mandela, who spent 27 years in prison, I doubt he had much choice in the matter. Anwar was in Sungai Buloh for 6 years - short 21 years to qualify him as "selfless and noble" by South African standards. What I'm saying is: we tend to overlook and dismiss the authentic heroes in our midst and glorify those long dead or operating a safe distance away.
Many Malaysians still can't see through this man and where he is taking this country to. His dramatic and dreadful display of playing the victim to rile up his supporters into a frenzy has been his trade mark since his ABIM days. He has no respect for the democratic process, he glorifies demonstrations, intimidation and coercion as the right process to demolish an elected government.
NSTman, in a real democracy, governments come and go. In Malaysia we've had to put up with BN since 1957. Being an impassioned and inspired orator means you know how to stir up the crowd and imprint your vision on the collective imagination. Just because BN has never produced an equally charismatic leader doesn't make Anwar Ibrahim a freak. He's simply very good at his job and extremely determined to fulfil his destiny as a non-Umno PM. And I'll tell you something, Mr NSTman:

Whenever I hear Anwar or any of the Pakatan Rakyat leaders speak, I invariably feel energized and optimistic. But when any of the Umno flers opens his mouth, I feel the unmistakable pull of gravity - these Umno idiots are a bunch of myopic, robotic, self-serving wet blankets and they drive decent folk to utter despair with their abysmal stupidity compounded by intolerable arrogance.
The government may be corrupted, useless and led by a lame-duck prime minister but, what's the hell, the people had made their choice.
What brainless crap are you spewing, bro? For decades BN was such an overpowering political force most folks had long given up on ever reducing its two-thirds majority. What happened on March 8th, 2008, exceeded all expectations - even the political pundits were stunned by the massive scale of the voters' anger at BN - and their willingness to take a chance with what had for too long been an enfeebled Opposition. True, BN managed to retain control of the federal government, but only because the entire election was rigged in its favor to begin with. They simply did not expect such a huge vote swing. The barricades BN erected were in anticipation of a 12-foot wave - what actually hit them was more like a 60-foot killer that swept away their entire bag of dirty tricks. If not for the Sabah and Sarawak voters, BN would now be the Opposition.
We have rightly or wrongly, put our fate in a government we chose and change if we had to, must be through the democratic process, unless Anwar Ibrahim sees it fit to start a rebellion against the government, which he is trying hard to do by arousing the sentiments of his supporters, to create civil disorder, which may and can lead to general chaos or even rioting.
The only ones who might be tempted to "create civil disorder" are the sore losers in Umno. What has Khir Toyo been plotting with Utusan Malaysia? Who's been hurling badly-made Molotov cocktails - DAP rowdies? Most thinking Malaysians have been against BN from way back when. The last time Umno was cut down to size, May 13 was sparked off to precipitate an artificial state of emergency: the election results were declared null and void, martial law was imposed, Tunku was nudged out, and Razak and his fellow conspirators in Umno took over as the National Operations Council. Still trying to fool us, are you?
Just go to any of the popular blogs in this country and see for yourself the kind of comments his supporters and blogs that support him make. He has become a cult figure to them. Any negative comment on Anwar would turn them into wild animals ready to jump on you and tear you to pieces. These are people who speaks about democracy and clean government but can only behaved in most uncivilised manner. It wouldn't be my wild imagination how scary it would be to put thousands of his diehard supporters on the streets.

Anwar can't help being seen by many as our only real hope for reform. Have you ever heard Najib, Muhyiddin, Mukhriz, Khir Toyo, or Tengku Razaleigh yelling "REFORMASI!"?
Does Anwar cares whatever going to happen to this peaceful nation. I think he wouldn't give a damn as long as he can gain power, by hook or by crook.
Turn that question around: does Umno give a flying fuck about the rakyat? They're only interested in doing what they've been doing since Mahathir took over - stuff their own pockets and build grandiose monuments to their inflated egos. Yeah, and wouldn't Umno love the idea of staying in power another 50 years - by foul means if necessary?
Anwar's deleterious way will be his downfall again.
I have to say this straight to your face, NSTman. You're such a big fat zero the only way you can feel important is to play lapdog to some old-style Grand Panjandrum like Mahathir or his political proxy, Najib. The only blog you list on your blogroll happens to be Rockys Bru - a fellow Mahathirite turned Najibian. Looking at your profile pic (left), I'm beginning to wonder if you might be defler who calls himself "Big Dog" and who hero-worships former IGP Rahim Noor?


Hey, NSTman aka Pussy Licker, you want a great big dollop of pussy? Why don't you invite yourself over to dinner at Rosmah's? I'm sure Pink Lips wouldn't mind. He likes to watch. What's more, you both share the same initials... Pussy Licker, Pink Lips, hee hee hee!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

THE CRUMBLING EMPIRE STRIKES BACK!


The euphoria that swept across the nation one day after the 12th general election created a ripple effect of unmitigated optimism that carried us through Anwar Ibrahim’s triumphant return to Parliament as Opposition Leader right after he trounced Arif Shah at Permatang Pauh on August 26th.

However, the road to Putrajaya appears perilously booby-trapped.

September 16th came and went and suddenly the political atmosphere just got denser and duller and heavier. How did I feel about 916? As an unabashed and unapologetic admirer of Anwar Ibrahim’s extraordinary intelligence, political savvy, oratorical skills, effortless charisma and, above all, his amazing wife Azizah and their lovely children (though I’ve only met Nurul Izzah thus far), I would have rejoiced wholeheartedly at Pakatan Rakyat’s successful takeover of the federal government – along with, I think, at least 25 million other Malaysians.

The actual date was immaterial. I believe Anwar came up with September 16th to emphasize and include our brothers and sisters in Sabah and Sarawak. As a meme, 916 has undeniable power because of its association with 22-karat gold, the purest form in which it can retain its solidity; the number also reads the same upside-down.

It’s been a little more than a month since the mammoth Malaysia Day Rally at Kelana Jaya stadium on the eve of 916. The seeds of hope and a powerful desire for genuine reform were undoubtedly planted amongst the 30,000 who attended – and the millions more who viewed the speeches on YouTube or read the blog reports. Anwar says he requested a private meeting with Abdullah Badawi to negotiate terms of a peaceful Pakatan Rakyat takeover but was refused. Instead we witnessed a spate of ridiculous and infuriating ISA arrests. Raja Petra, Anwar’s most outspoken ally, was forcibly removed from the scene, while 50 Barisan MPs were shipped off to Taiwan to experience earthquakes and typhoons.

Anwar then requested, as Opposition Leader, that the incumbent PM convene a special parliamentary session to establish if the Pakatan Rakyat had enough MPs to form the next government. Again, Anwar was rebuffed. All hopes now revolved on Anwar being granted an audience with the Agong. That didn’t happen. Instead, there was talk that the Agong was doing an umrah in Mecca.

October 13th was the day Parliament reconvened after a long break. We waited to see if anyone would propose a vote of no-confidence against the PM. Nobody did and Anwar himself opted to focus on Badawi’s 2009 Budget, criticizing it as irrelevant in the face of ongoing tectonic shifts in the financial world. At a press conference, Anwar insisted he still had the numbers to form a new government, but added that the Pakatan Rakyat had decided to move slowly rather than risk triggering a violent reaction from Umno loyalists who have mastered the martial art of pre-meditated mengamuk (running amok).

Anwar’s detractors would like us to believe “the moment has passed,” and that the window of democratic opportunity is once again shut tight. Just ban Hindraf and Makkal Sakthi will fade away. Arrest RPK and resistance to tyranny will wilt. This is the first time I’m doing it in print but I just have to go bwahahahahaha.

Meanwhile, things that resemble overfed maggots have been stirring within Umno. The hidden hand of Mahathir can be seen behind fractious factional splits (he’s not exactly a subtle despot). Former finance minister Daim Zainuddin is rumored to be quietly funding Najib’s bid for Umno presidency. Indeed, it’s safe to speculate that the Umnoputera billionaires’ club has rallied behind Najib, to protect their own vested interests.

And, going by the inscrutable utterances issuing from the Conference of Rulers, the monarchs, too, appear to be wary of radical change. After all, apart from having some of their constitutional powers pared down by Mahathir’s amendments, they have all been fairly comfortable under Umno/BN. Most of them have directorships in a variety of businesses and they never have to pay a single phone bill. Even so, they aren’t entirely immune from the vicissitudes of life. One was recently faced with bankruptcy proceedings.

The fact that the Agong meekly confirmed Zaki Azmi’s appointment as Chief Justice hardly reassures reform-minded Malaysians that any significant changes are about to occur. After all, Zaki is up to his eyeballs in Umno business - which doesn’t necessarily disqualify him from doing a laudable job as CJ, but given the murky circumstances surrounding Lingamgate and the absolute refusal of the grotesquely compromised Attorney-General to hang his head in shame and resign – this is yet another indication that “business-as-usual” is the only reality some folks know.

In effect, it would appear that the crumbling Umno Empire has struck back, and that the future is now bleaker than ever.

Is it? I’m not buying that perception at all. I’ll concede that the joy of witnessing a national rebirth and transformation may have been delayed somewhat – and the most painful aspect of this postponement is having to endure our feeling of helplessness and frustration over the fact that the ISA detainees and their families will be unable to celebrate Deepavali this year, perhaps not even Christmas, who knows about the Lunar New Year?


In our jubilation at the prospect of seeing a Pakatan Rakyat government with Anwar Ibrahim as PM, we have overlooked a particularly influential segment of society – the moneyed, privileged class (in effect, the Sadduccees, for those biblically inclined). These are the ones who live comfortably insulated from the nitty-gritty world in their gated cities and superluxury condos. Most have benefited from lucrative contracts or clever investments made during the Mahathir era – so they were never too bothered about silly things like the ISA and police harassment and water cannons. So why should they bother now? One despot behaves pretty much like another – whether his name is Herod Antipas, Constantine, Napoleon Bonaparte, Mahathir Mohamad, Saddam Hussein, George Bush, or Najib Razak. In any case, despots are known to throw lavish parties – they’re certainly funkier hosts than semi-ascetic leftwingers like Nik Aziz, Karpal Singh and Lim Kit Siang.

No doubt, most despots have blood on their hands (or they wouldn’t qualify as despots, would they?)

You and I may rankle and rant at the idea of a moral degenerate ascending to power as PM – but morality, as the privileged class knows full well, is all so very... relative, isn’t it? No vegetarian, non-violent contemplator-of-navels ever attained the world-conquering status of a Genghis Khan, as far as I know. So why make such a big fuss about a few billion ringgit vanishing into this or that offshore account, a few troublesome mistresses snuffed, a dozen greasy Indian heads bashed in by police truncheons, and a few hundred loudmouths locked away in dungeons of iniquity?

Well, I see these turbulent days as the build-up to a quantum shift into a whole new octave of being wherein our hardwired survival programs and reptilian fear conditioning will no longer apply. If you’re a devout Muslim or Christian you’ll probably call it Khiamat or Judgement Day. A Hindu might think of it as the end of the Kali yuga and the arrival of Maha Avatar Kalki (or perhaps the conclusion of the 7th manvantara); while a Buddhist may anticipate a Maitreya incarnation that will facilitate planetary enlightenment.

The more eclectic and esoterically inclined will call it the dawning of the Aquarian Age, the advent of the Water-Bearer - who symbolizes dissemination of true knowledge, leading to the decentralization and democratization of sovereignty and power.

In short, Ketuanan Rakyat as preached by Anwar Ibrahim.

Astrologer Stella Woods reports that Pluto moved into Capricorn on January 26th, 2008 – and will remain there until 2024. She believes “there will be a backlash and rebellion against [authoritarian] control, with people refusing to conform, leaving the system and insisting on the ethical use of power. Scandals and corruption in government and large corporations will come to light and the reputation of many of our cherished institutions will be tarnished. In fact many old forms of government and ways of doing business are likely to disappear altogether.”

Go on, Pluto, move your ass, good dog!

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Aminah Describes Her Ordeal

[From a statutory declaration dated 1 July 2008, signed by Balasubramaniam a/l Perumal, private investigator...]
On Oct 19, 2006, I arrived at Abdul Razak Baginda’s house in Damansara Heights to begin my night duty. I had parked my car outside as usual. I saw a yellow Proton Perdana taxi pass by with three ladies inside, one of whom was Aminah. The taxi did a U-turn and stopped in front of the house where these ladies rolled down the window and wished me ‘Happy Deepavali.’ The taxi then left.

About 20 minutes later the taxi returned with only Aminah in it. She got out of the taxi and walked towards me and started talking to me. I sent an SMS to Abdul Razak Baginda informing him “Aminah was here.” I received an SMS from Razak instructing me “to delay her until my man comes.”

Whist I was talking to Aminah, she informed me of the following:

i) That she met Abdul Razak Baginda in Singapore with Najib Razak.

ii) That she had also met Abdul Razak Baginda and Najib Razak at a dinner in Paris.

iii) That she was promised a sum of US$500,000.00 as commission for assisting in a submarine deal in Paris.

iv) That Abdul Razak Baginda had bought her a house in Mongolia but her brother had refinanced it and she needed money to redeem it.

v) That her mother was ill and she needed money to pay for her treatment.

vi) That Abdul Razak Baginda had married her in Korea as her mother is Korean whilst her father was a Mongolian/Chinese mix.

vii) That if I wouldn’t allow her to see Abdul Razak Baginda, would I be able to arrange for her to see Najib Razak.

After talking to Aminah for about 15 minutes, a red Proton Aeroback arrived with a woman and two men. I now know the woman to be lance corporal Rohaniza and the men, Azilah Hadri and Sirul Azahar. They were all in plainclothes. Azilah walked towards me while the other two stayed in the car.

Azilah asked me whether the woman was Aminah and I said “Yes”. He then walked off and made a few calls on his handphone. After 10 minutes another vehicle, a blue Proton Saga, driven by a Malay man, passed by slowly. The driver's window had been wound down and the driver was looking at us.

Azilah then informed me they would be taking Aminah away. I informed Aminah they were arresting her. The other two persons then got out of the red Proton and exchanged seats so that lance corporal Rohaniza and Aminah were in the back while the two men were in the front. They drove off and that is the last I ever saw of Aminah.

I don't know where they are taking me. At first I thought they would take me to the police station and question me, but we seem to be going away from the city. Maybe they are taking me to the airport and throwing me out of the country. More than half an hour later the car enters a gated driveway leading to a double-storey bungalow in a big garden. It's a very quiet area and I have no idea where I am. I feel very worried about the situation, but I try my best to look calm.

One of the men tells the lady something in Malay and she nods and returns to the car. The men then push me inside the house and force me to go upstairs. I am beginning to feel frightened, because this is definitely not a police station. What will they do to me?

One man opens a bedroom door and the other pushes me inside. I fear they may try to rape me as we appear to be alone in this big house. The men ask me for my handbag and they take away my watch, cellphone and jewelry. Then they push me inside a big empty wardrobe and shut the door. It is very dark and musty inside and I hear a key turning in the wardrobe door. I hear the men's voices discussing something, then they leave the room, and I am alone in the total darkness. I can hear my heart pounding very loudly. The sound of traffic from a great distance tells me we are quite far from the city.

I have no sense of time. I may have dozed off after an hour, I can't be sure. My stomach is growling, so it must be long after dinner time. I feel stiff and uncomfortable and my bladder is ready to burst. Amy must be wondering why I am not back at the hotel yet. I hope she will call Ang to enquire about me at the police station. That Razak is a coward. He dare not face me. Instead he has asked the police to kidnap me....

There are voices in the room and a key turns. The wardrobe door opens and I see several figures as my eyes adjust to the light. They are wearing black hoods and I can see only their eyes - but two of them are women. I am dragged out roughly and pushed to the floor. Now I am really scared. These people are dangerous, they are not behaving like police officers at all, more like members of a secret society.

While one of the hooded men lifts me off the floor, the large woman is shouting angrily at me, calling me all kinds of names. Suddenly she steps forward and slaps me very hard across the face - again and again and again - while my arms are held tight by the men. Tears sting my raw cheeks and I tell her stop but she keeps hitting me and spitting in my face.

She calls me a dirty prostitute and says I deserve to die. I don't know who this woman is but she is totally crazy, like a demon. Sometimes she shouts at me in English and then she says something in Malay. The other woman steps forward and tears the front of my dress with great force. She pulls off my bra and gags me with it, and then she yanks down my panties, so they are around my ankles.

The men push me to the floor and take turns raping me. One tries to sodomize me but gives up and forces himself into my mouth instead. I bite him and he screams in pain and hits my head very hard, till I almost lose consciousness. This is a horrible nightmare. It can't be happening to me! Who are these insane people? They can't be policemen! They are monsters! I can hear the large woman laughing like a witch...

Suddenly I am looking at the scene from somewhere above. My body is badly bruised and almost numb with shock. It's a strange feeling, to feel so detached from my body. I feel no anger. Only sadness and pity for my attackers who are so depraved they are no longer human. I know I will never see my family and friends again, because these people intend to kill me.

I am back in my body and it hurts all over. The woman is mercilessly beating me with a cane and kicking me while the others stand back. She keeps whacking my genitals until I feel nothing... then I am thankfully out of my body again.

I watch my unconscious body being carried downstairs. They tape my mouth shut and tie my hands and feet tight with plastic rope. Then they throw me into the back of a 4-wheel-drive and slam the door shut. The vehicle drives off, followed by two other cars.

After a long time the 4-wheel-drive stops and a few people climb into it. The road is very bad and bumpy but I am hovering close to my body, observing everything that happens. There is no more sound of traffic. We must be in the jungle somewhere because all I can hear are insects chirping loudly, and heavy breathing as my body is placed on a stretcher and carried by two men along a jungle path.

When they finally stop and put down the stretcher I hear the woman's voice again. Cold water is thrown on my face and I return to my body with a jerk. Slowly I try to open my eyes but I can't focus on anything because it is very dark, except for the flashlights carried by a few of my abductors. The woman's voice is very close to my ear as she hisses: "So long, Aminah. Lovely to meet you at last. Have a pleasant journey." She laughs grotesquely and rips off the tape covering my mouth. "I want to hear you scream. Do you have any last words... dear Aminah?" She has removed her hood so I can see her face. It's a very cruel face indeed. The others are not wearing hoods but I don't know who they are. The large woman is obviously their boss.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch the metallic gleam of a gun near my face and I know this is the end of my story. I gather my strength and say as calmly and clearly as possible, so they will hear every word: "You are evil people. I curse you forever. You will never know peace again." I feel myself transforming into a mother wolf, ready to pounce in defence of her cubs...

Then I hear a click and there is blinding flash. I am floating ten feet above my twitching body. After a while I see someone attaching something to my now lifeless body. I cannot believe they intend to blow up my corpse with explosives, so nobody will ever find my bones!


I look up and see a beautiful blue sky. The sun shines brilliantly over the distant mountains. I can hear voices singing in overtones the ancient melodies of the great steppes where my ancestors hunted and fought their battles. Suddenly I am flying like an eagle over the rugged landscape that feels so familiar. I am free as a bird and I am home at last.

WHO NEEDS GASOLINE?

Gasoline is toxic waste - so why are we using it as fuel?



We don't need gasoline. We never needed it.


Scientific and historical facts about gasoline and alcohol:

1. Henry Ford's early automobiles ran on alcohol because when they were invented gasoline was not available.

2. John Rockefeller spent $4 million (that we know of) to promote Prohibition, a ban on alcohol manufacturing in the US that started in 1919, just as the car industry was taking off.

3. By the time Prohibition was lifted in 1933, gasoline stations were ubiquitous and most engines ran on gasoline only.

4. Alcohol can be manufactured locally and on a community level from renewable plant material for $1 per gallon.

5. The growing of plant material for alcohol would have no effect on the price of food.

6. The growing of plants for fuel would more than neutralize the carbon created by burning alcohol for fuel.

7. In Brazil, over 50% of new cars sold can already run on 100% alcohol.

8. Producing alcohol from plant material is incredibly energy efficient.

9. The oil companies aggressively promote garbage science to deceive the public into believing that alcohol fuels: a) will cause starvation, b) are uneconomical, and c) are net polluters.

10. Gasoline is a highly toxic material.

11. The only reason gasoline has become the most common fuel for cars is that the oil companies would otherwise have a massive problem disposing of toxic petroleum waste.

12. Oil companies like Chevron have pressured PBS, commercial TV networks and other news media to keep this basic information from the public for decades - and the censorship continues to this day.

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