Let's Go Nurul, Let's Go!

That's Shazee, stealing my thunder on nomination day in Bangsar for the Lembah Pantai seat. Well, at least its Nurul Izzah who's contesting.

Well here we are as the impending elections sink into the septic pool it is. I've stopped reading the newspapers now for a couple of weeks, the amount of propaganda makes my eyes bleed. Now I can't decide which is worse, how docile we may actually be, or how docile the government thinks we are. Either way the answer is revolting.
Funny world we live in.
Or just Malaysia.

God it must be hell to be a politician. Pleasing a nation of whining rat-asses that we are. At least over here public policy still overshadows the rights of an individual, thankfully so. I can't bear to imagine having to cater (in theory) to the rights of individuals, from individual to individual.

That's where the system kinda gets screwy, doesn't it? In a secular society where there is no "fixed" yardstick of morals (a bill of rights doesn't count, since it can always be amended) allows for an ever-changing mould of society. All that is needed is for an idea's voice to become loud enough, and hey presto!
Its the new black.

The idea isn't exactly far-fetched, take homosexuality as an example. 50 years ago, to be gay was unbelievably taboo. Now however, if your homosexual you get a parade. It doesn't matter what your views on homosexuality are, the fact is something that was thought to be wrong is now a right, due to its constant lobbying. Development of consciousness you say? It took civilisation God knows how many hundreds of years to develop that consciousness?



Kuala Lumpur, Bangsar, Brickfields, is a beautiful place at night, when the stars litter the sky, the honking of cars has settled for the day, the vibrancy of the Indian community illuminating the philistinism of Barisan Nasional supporters. The campaign posters of the Photoshopped celebrity that is Sharizat take a backseat to the cadence of the unanimous roar erupting from around the corner.

What happened was midway through this post, I upped and left for a ceramah down in Brickfields where Nurul Izzah, Anwar Ibrahim, and a splendid supporting cast of names that surpass me gave short speeches each. The atmosphere, the friendliness of the audience, the veracity of the words spoken, the passion in the swelling crowd lent to the redolence of an impending victory. Can you smell the air? It smells like....

MAKKAL SAHTI!