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Merdeka... and muntah.

I am on Facebook, and I see throngs of status updates wishing a Selamat Hari Merdeka Malaysia.

People have changed their profile pictures to flags, or to pictures of them with flags. 

All to indicate their love for their country. Their Tanahair. Their Ibu Pertiwi.

As for me, I ask myself what do I feel?

No over the top compulsion to break out into patriotic song.

No compulsion to change profile pictures, to upload pictures of flags.

Nothing.

Why?

I don't know.

Part of me says it's that i'm sick of everything that is happening there. Merdeka slogans that mean nothing at all about achieving Independence? Seriously? The Independence song that has the phrase Kedai 1Malaysia in it?? Seriously??? Why are you trying so hard to push propaganda down people's throats? Why are you so insecure? When are you going to learn that Malaysia is not the same as BN? When are you going to learn that the harder you push something down people's throats the harder they will vomit it out?

And then there's the other camp.

Coming up with a Merdeka slogan just because you don't like the one the Government came up with? Seriously? Having your own Merdeka celebration just because you didn't like how the Government handled their own Merdeka celebration?? Seriously??? You know what that's like? That's like the group of geeks who aren't invited to the cool kids' party and they band together and say "We don't need their lame party. We'll have our own party. We'll show them we don't need them." What's next? Let's create our own National Anthem, because we don't want to have Raja? And then let's create a new flag, which doesn't have the blue in it (I saw those pictures), because they're BN's colour (or something like that)?

Grow up!

Both parties. Acting like spoilt brats. Fighting in the classroom, the rakyat become the dungus, eating glue at the back of the class.

And that's not even touching race issues, which is going to open up a new can of worms. Yes, the Malays are very much afraid of losing their lands rights and becoming like the First Nations of Canada and the US. The land is hereditarily theirs. Get over it. And no, the Chinese and Indians and other races who have become Malaysians are not pendatang. They are citizens, whose forefathers bled for the country as much as yours did. You cannot ask them to "balik negara sendiri" because they are where they belong. Get over it.

What is wrong with you?

Fifty-five years, and you still can't get along?

Does this sound like having acquired Independence?

From what?

Sounds like we're doing a good job maintaining the colonised mentality, even without the British here.

And so, like everyone else who is creating their own Merdeka slogan, I'll make my own.

It's going to go something like this:

55 tahun Merdeka
"Korang tak malu ke?"

Comments

Cat-from-Sydney said…
Well said, Uncle D. I feel like mobilising the cat patrols all over the country and poo on their doorsteps. Let's create mayhem the feline style. Kadang2 rasa nak pindah Sydney balik je..... har har har *evil laughs*
Unknown said…
...three cheers!!!

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