Compounded hatred
Wood – 27 Muharram 1431 / 13 January 2010.
The Malaysian were left with no option but to live with the useless incompetent no-class backward politicians from Barisan Nasional (BN)since 1950’s due to the lack of combine unity from the oppositions. The day we thought never occurred, came last year right before the 12th General Election. The oppositions stop looking at each other as enemies but comrade, only then for the very first time our opposition manage to unite as one. To finally provide that one common platform for Malaysians to unleash their dissatisfactions over more than 50 years of abuse, corruptions, treachery, lies, and mockery; we call them Pakatan Rakyat(PR).
The name itself projects an image of unity, tranquil yet firm, peace yet ready. With that they move forward into the battlefield to fight BN at every inch of their ground without even a pinch of fear in their heart; not even dead. They march forward not knowing what might lurk at each corner they turn; ISA detention, sedition accusation, tear gas, acid rain, free swinging baton to the face, threat to the loves one, lost of wealth and many more. Regardless, they march anyway. Never did they ask anything in return (except a corrupt few), to uphold what is right.
“The first reaction to truth is hatred” - Tertullian quotes
PR weapons are BN’s own creation from years of sinful regime. The close guarded Pandora box no longer able to contain the stench and rotten sins from various branch of BNs component. All PR need to do is to propagate the sins with BN’s owns creation in the form of internet media. Strategically and timely, PR reveal the truth one at a time, little by little, piece by piece, never stop compounding our daily lives with revelation after revelation. Naturally for us being human, the first reaction to the truth reveal to us is nothing but hatred. And hatred is all we need.
Hatred pushes us to come out from our comfort zones and make that change; to vote.
Hatred opens our mind to our political right; not for us but for our children.
Hatred forces us to decide for what is true; not for what we think is right.
Hatred turn us to be color blind; no Malay, no Chinese, no Indian, no anything, just Malaysian.
Hatred makes us put our trust to our newly found hope; in PKR, PAS and DAP.
Hatred changes Malaysia.
And in this case, hatred has never been so manipulated so well for a good cause.
As such, hatred is good.
“Hatred is settled anger” – Ancient Roman
22 months since the “political tsunami” passed, the Pandora box cannot stop pouring out BN sinful past; simply too much. From Altantuya all the way to missing 2 F-5E’s engines and 55 skyhawks, sandwiched in between were the Teoh Beng Huat, Perak Crisis, richest unemployed Malaysian, Pak Lah vs Mahathir, PKFZ, Gerakan vanishes, Istana Khir, PRDM?, MACC jokes, Judiciary Crisis, MIC disappears, Mahathirs’s Lingam, Ziana Zain secrecy for Bagan Pinang seat, RPK hunt, Deepak the carpet man, Scorpene, MCA disintegrates, falling structures in Terengganu, UMNO cracking, racist BTN and many many more.
Our hatred might have settled, but the anger will keep on burning. For the next 2 years, our daily life will forever be compounded by revelation after revelation; hatred after hatred each and every day. And this fire will keep on burning, fuel by the compounded hatred until the next General Election.
Compounded hatred
Now BN is on their knees with both hands down, looking for something to grab on just to prevent them from falling sprawling face down on a pile of shit they were standing on before. We on the other hand should show no mercy, no forgiveness, no pity, not even a hunch of it. If they even try to gather their strength and try to stand up; we should hit them hard before they can.
We should keep on slashing them where it hurts the most until they succumb to the injury and fall flat. Slowly counting their dying breath knowing that death is to come upon them. And if there is any sign of life in them, we should set them on fire just to make sure they die. While they die on fire burning, don’t even spit on them; for the saliva might ease the pain of their burning flesh.
If that is not hatred, I don’t what is; as such hatred is good.
