by abelincolncontinental, donplaypuks® intrepid correspondent for political affairs.
There are clear, unequivocal differences between
Theory, and
Hypothesis, Belief and Rumour/Gossip/Tattle-tale. Yet often, even the educated who ought to know better tend to create utter confusion in the practical usage of these words.
Thus, scientists talk about
The Big Bang Theory and
Theory of Evolution when what they really mean is
The Big Bang Hypothesis and
The Hypothesis of Evolution. Until
Kepler, Copernicus and
Galileo appeared in the 16th-17th Century, for nearly 2,000 years the Western World believed whole-heartedly in a
Flat Earth,
Geocentric Universe and the Biblical ‘
Genesis’ version of
Creation and
Evolution, as
Theories, championed by the
Pope and the
Catholic Church. The first two of these beliefs were originally mooted by
Plato and confirmed by
Aristotle who was also convinced that the planets followed circular orbits since only that geometric shape could represent the
Perfection of God!
Of course what the Pope proposed, God had already disposed with
Elliptical orbit,
Round Earth and a
Heliocentric Solar System!
Cosmology Abstract and Pure mathematicians today claim that they have calculated with precision what happened up to a billionth of a billionth of a second after the birth of our Universe about 14.423163378
billion years ago!.
But unfortunately, the real mystery lies in the billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a second and who
fired the
spark plug that set it all in motion, giving us an arrow of time
Since we do not see a chaotic Universe in which the suns, moons, planets, stars, comets all crash repeatedly into each other daily, helter-skelter, we must
Theorise that the
Invisible Hand that turned the key in the ignition system pretty much knew within +/- of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth % that an
orderly Universe would emerge when the Galactically super hot
primordial soup started cooling down.
Similarly, while
A Theory of Evolution may explain
Giant Tortoise on
Galapagos and how
birds modified their beaks to adapt to the type of food available on nearby islands, we still do not know why
Sharks never evolved, or the purpose of the existence of
Elephants.
And especially,
Whales. So that the French perfume industry could one day evolve
Chanel No.5 to keep rabbit and white mice population from exploding? Or, the Eskimos might have become extinct for want of blubber and whale rib barbecue?
Why and how did the Cockroach, Snake, dirty black Rat, Bee and Fly survive but not the Dinosaur, Pterodactyl and the
Dodo. So, we have Theories? of a
Great Flood,
Ice Age and deadly
Comet/Meteorite Shower. Any proof? Oh sure,
Noah’s Ark, the
Rift Valley and that explosion in
Tunguska that lay waste 2,000 sq. km. or 80 million trees of the
Russian Tundra forest in 1908 with the force of 1,000 Hiroshima Atom Bombs.
Adam and Eve, first man and lady? Er, what about all those limestone caves, cavemen, missing link, cro-magnon jaw,
Java Man and drawings of bison hunt, fertility dances and merry hay making, stretching from Africa to everywhere?
Theory of Evolution! Out of Africa!
Okay, we understand the
Indo-European Theory and possible links among Babylonians, Sumerians, Indians, Iranians, Greeks, Germans and Europeans, barring the Nordic Peoples.
But where exactly did the
Chinese come from? Africa Man –
2 million years old, Peking Man – 400,000 years old. Yet all these ancient inventions,
FACTS – paper, printing, toilet-paper, paper money, compass, gunpowder, porcelain, ship-building, steel-sword and copper vessel forging, jade mining – came from China. How does that
compute, Mr.Spock?
Oh, you really mean
A Hypothesis of Evolution because you have not looked long enough or hard enough, perhaps?
Roswell, the Aliens kidnapped my mother-in-law (
and you should complain?), Big Foot, Yeti, Loch Ness, Baghdad Battery, Nazca Plains & Lines. Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind. Grainy photos and fuzzy videos maketh a
Conspiracy Theory? And the last atom bomb invented by the Iraqis and exploded in Peru was?
Lee Harvey Oswald, Jack Ruby, Sirhan B. Sirhan and James Earl Ray. There’s no need to Theorise. The
assassinations of JFK, Oswald, RFK and King were plots conceived at the highest levels of Governments, Secret Service Organizations and Organized Crime. Conspiracies Galore. FACTS. Only in the good old
US of
A, the world’s most Democratic and
FREE nation, could the real killers have got away
scot-FREE!
Conspiracy Theories are therefore all things to all men, and more so in Malaysia than anywhere else. Sorry, I mean,
Conspiracy Hypothesis. No,
Conspiracy Belief. No,
Rumour/
Gossip/Tattle-tale. Here, a
rumour can be more reliable than a fact. Once, the local bourse was christened as the ‘
buy on rumour, sell on fact’ bourse!
It’s all a
Rojak anyway, which is that uniquely
Malaysian Mamak (Indian Muslim) delicious mixed salad of pineapple, sengkuang vegetable, bean sprout, to fu, boiled egg, squid (optional) and flour fritters topped
swimmingly with sweet peanut sauce. Washed down with delicious
Chendol. The ‘
bes-in-der-worl’ hawker Rojak stall in KL could be found until 2000 under the now
slain Angsana tree near the bus-stop opposite Pasar Road English School at the junction of Jalan Pelandok/Jalan Davis. It’s not there no more, but a good substitute can still be found in the shade of the Angsana tree, across the Esso Petrol Station at SS 17 Subang Jaya, opposite Wisma Consplant.
The
‘Reporter’ Mamak proprietor is still
Tamil-speaking, cheerful, friendly and chatty as his counterparts of an older world and bygone era; but, the
whack on your wallet will be RM5 per plate Rojak & and bowl of Chendol combo!
Fate is neither a Theory nor Hypothesis. It is clearly a
belief. The
Indians still live by it!
Ancient
Greeks embraced it and were held hostage by the
Lady of Pithias, the
Oracle at the Temple at
Delphi which you can still visit today. In
Homeric times, Delphi was worshipped as the site of the
Omphalos Stone, believed to be the
centre of the
Earth AND the
Universe! The Chinese believe the same of the Forbidden Palace and the Arabs, of the Ka'aba. The
Olympic Games has its origin in the Pithian Games
It was on such a
Fateful day in
1978 that the mummified body of a
Pharoah was exhumed from the
Mound of The Dead, the bandages removed and life breathed into it. Who the
Mages were, what ancient pagan rites and hocus pocus
magic was invoked, what rituals performed, we will never know. But, it resurrected the political career of
The One and altered the course of Malaysian history for all time.
It is no coincidence either that there is a Mound of The Dead in
Egypt, and that it’s older brother is to be found at
Mohenjodaro, now part of
Pakistan, but once part of Saptha Sindu, The Land of the Seven Sacred Rivers, Land of King Bharat. Bharatvarsha.
India!
The reign of
The One was an unmitigated Economic success, transforming a once sleepy backwater of
English-controlled rubber estates and tin mines, into an industrialised, diversified economy and Nation with an internationally respectable
per capita income and
GDP.
So proclaim those who embrace without reservation or question
Western Economic models and standards of what determines ‘success.’
In passing judgement and breaking into rapturous applause, many chose to ignore increased
racial polarisation, endemic
corruption,
widening of the
income gap between the rich and the poor and appalling
decline in standards of
education. Most
damning was the erosion of the doctrine of
Separation of Powers resulting in an unprecedented assault on civil liberties and the
independence of the
Judiciary. The
Guardians of our inalienable rights - Judges, Police, Attorney General, Anti Corruption Agency - all defected to the side of the Executive.
Big Business grasped quickly which side its bread was buttered on, and followed suit. Ministers and others in the
Inner Circle helped themselves with both hands as did well-connected
Croneys.
A Nation
lost its
Cojones!
Genuine entrepreneurship was stifled and replaced with
Ali Baba and
Rent Seeking looters. Competition and competitiveness did not matter. The interest of minority Peoples, like those of the politically unconnected, was consigned to the bottom of the economic pile and forgotten. What emerged was a D
ependency Culture which became paralysed when Government hand-outs were not dished out in gay abundance following the
1997 Asia Currency Crisis.When push came to shove, Race, Religion and
Race Supremacist cards were all
waved about publicly and
played with impunity and
utter contempt. Those with their backs to the wall responded in time honoured fashion. They eventually
hit back with
deadly vengeance only in 2008 long after
The One, to his credit, retired without prompting, voluntarily in 2003.
It is still too early for us to confidently pass complete judgement on the legacy left behind by the Rule of
The One. But his retirement has seen much coming out of the woodwork. In response,
The One has furiously embarked on ‘
attack is the best form of defence’ and has even taken to active
Blogging to disseminate his views to a wider audience. The
Mask of Tutankhamun has slipped, and the face behind it is not entirely a
pretty One. Lamentably also, as
Shakespeare said,
“
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with the bones!”
But as
Phil Collins crooned “
Aha, but they say thunder, and they say lightning, ‘twill ne’er strike twice?” On the same spot?
By a curious and strange twist of
Fate again,
The One’s successor was another
Pharoah, a scion of impeccable credentials going back to those who engaged the enemy, the colonial British, in the struggle for post-WWII Independence. The Pharoah is dead! Long live the Pharoah! Yet again another Pharoah emerged, whose mummified body was disinterred from political obscurity and eventually raised to the Throne.
That he is a graduate in Islamic Studies, that his paternal grandfather was a founder member of the Islamic
fundamentalist PAS, and that his maternal grandfather was a Chinese Muslim from Hainan in S.China, are not entirely irrelevant either.
Recently dubbed
Rip Van Winkle for his perceived somnambulism in public and for his apparent ignorance of the machinations of his son and son-in-law, the new Pharoah had once plotted to overthrow
The One and just failed.
Rip was sacked as Defence Minister in 1987 for pitching his tent with the break-away and unsuccessful
Team B then led by a
Prince who was also sacked as Finance Minister.
Perhaps,
lightning may strike an unprecedented third time, should
The Team B Prince take over the helms of Government, now seemingly in disarray following its shocking loss of support at the General Elections held on 8th March 2008.
How the worm turns!
That
The One should have anointed
Rip in preference to the form horse of that day, is itself like Churchill’s assessment of Russia, a “
riddle wrapped in a mystery folded inside an enigma!"
There is a fairly widely-held
local belief in what has been coined the
RAHMAN PROPHECY.
Its promoters will have you believe that RAHMAN is the acronym for the initials of the first six Prime Ministers of Malaysia. Thus:
R - Tengku Abdul
Rahman Putra Al Haj
A - Tun
Abdul Razak
H - Tun
Hussein Onn
M - Tun
Mahathir Mohamad
A - Dato Sri
Abdullah Ahmad Badawi (incumbent PM)
N - Dato Sri
Najib Abdul Razak (son of Tun Abdul Razak and currently DPM)
Rip’s ascension, many believe, was therefore
foretold. But, you can see the flaw right there at the beginning, with th e inconsistent choice of 'R' for Rahman where it should be 'A' for Abdul! Nevertheless, the crowds lined the streets and cheered as never before. Pharoah
The One was equated with
Stalin.
Rip garnered an unprecedented
91% endorsement for his party and Government in 2004, from an adoring electorate.
Today, “
uneasy rests the head that wears the thorny Crown.”
Where did it all go wrong? How did
Rip, who had scaled impossible Olympian and Himalayan heights,
manage to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory?
Rip is vilified daily, equally for the apparently slow pace of promised reforms as for the initiated reforms themselves. Equally by his Party as well as the Opposition and the general public. Compounded by the orchestrations of
The One, his
little ones and a straggling band of ex-lieutenants and sycophants who perhaps harbour hopes and visions of
one last hurrah! Robbed of their daily handouts, these
loyal-to-the-tomb followers of
The One have found the withdrawal symptoms unbearably, excruciatingly painful.
But
Rip is an old hand at it, the
Art of Politics, of taking from the People,
short-changing them and making the feel grovellingly grateful. His almost first act in assuming the reins of power was to set in motion the release from prison of
Anwar Ibrahim,
The One’s sacked ex-DPM and
political nemesis.
The One predictably
frothed at the lips!
When
The One’s artfully
directly negotiated non-tendered out contracts for fancy crooked bridges, fibre-optic cables, telecommunications equipment, O & G platforms, rigs and fabrication projects for
little ones and
croneys were frozen by
Rip,
The One took his battle to the Nation. You can cast any aspersion on the character of
The One. You can call him a liar, a thief, a plunderer. He will not respond. But when you try and
cop a feel of his wallet, and especially those belonging to his little ones, then, beware! You have crossed the holy of the holies.
The One declared
Holy War!
The final straw was that '
not an apology and I'll sue you if you say so'
unofficial ex-gratia compensation announced for 4
Judges removed from office during
The One's reign, publicly announced at a dinner-gathering which included
Rip and
members of the
Bar Council, but not serving judges.
The One predictably went
berserk and
stratospherically apoplectic!
But
The One has no real objection to
Rip and his coterie of little ones or croneys pursuing the uniquely Malaysian brand of planted Entrepreneurs and directly negotiated contracts.
The One believes there are many cakes and pies and they are big enough for many shares; “
just do not poke your grubby little finger in my pie, do you mind?”
So, it has come to this. Yet,
Rip knows history. Leaders of his pedigree emerge after long years from the tumultuous, testing character-shaping
gladiators’ arena, having been bruised, battered and bled by the vicissitudes of the political battles, in-fighting and
treachery.
Once,
General McArthur re-wrote history that
Hirohito had not commanded his people to go to war. That
Tojo, Yamashita and the Generals had illegally usurped the
Royal prerogative and held the
Emperor captive to their traitorous ambitions, which of course were
not 'made of sterner stuff ' and
knew no bounds. The Generals were hung while Hirohito went on to become a prominent Biologist. McArthur proceeded with the firm conviction that without the focal point of a
Monarchy, Japan would tragically descend into civil war from which it would never recover.
I disagree.
Because,
Divine Sun Kings do not ever make the elementary mistake of surrendering their crowns to
peasant Generals, voluntarily or otherwise. They know how to pull the strings of the
marionettes, a role to which they are introduce when still in the cot. The
hand that rocked baby Alexander’s cradle might have been that of his mother’s, but he was not exactly napping, was he! Thus are
baby-whole swallowing Generals seduced by the romance of ‘
seppuku’ or ‘
hara kiri.’
So, there are
two possibilities.
EITHERWhat you see is what you get. (Forgot
Flip Wilson and
Geraldine, did you?)
OR
And this is where Theory, Hypothesis, Belief, Rumour/Gossip/Tattle-tale all converge into that much-loved Malaysian favourite,
Rojak.
But first, tuck into your favourite
Tandoori Chicken Bryani with
Kurma Curry dinner. When sated, retreat to your study and relax on your favourite couch. Pour yourself a stiff, double
Bacardi Coke and then take a long, long, hard suck at the
bottle! Light up a
Cohiba, take a deep puff and blow a couple of smoke-rings at the ceiling fan. Put your feet up on the cool, leather-back foot-stool and unlax.
Then lean back and
dream a Big IF, so you can:-
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is like a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams,
For when dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow.
-
langston hughes, a black poet. 1932. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langston_Hughes
What IF you remembered an ashen-faced
Rip, then Foreign Minister, stammering on tv, trying to make sense of Anwar Ibrahim’s (
AI) over-night sacking by
The One on
2nd September 1998. You write down this date on a clean sheet of A4. You then ink in
2nd September 2004 next to it, the date on which the Federal Court over-turned
AI’s conviction for ? (
expunged, with gratitude to
St. Augustine).
Coincidence?
Rip had sent his son-in-law as emissary to talk to and negotiate with
AI, prior to his release from prison and travel to Germany for medical treatment.
What IF Rip had reached that turning point in his life on 2nd September 1988?
What IF on that fateful day, he had a searing,
blinding insight into the
nature of the beast he had battled all his life. Like
Paul on the road to Damascus?
What IF that was the pivotal moment when he had an
out-of- body experience and managed to peer into the soul of the Nation, and saw that it was teetering on the brink of the
Tipping Point?
And then, he took a vow, and made a pact with one,
Anwar Ibrahim!
What IF billions had been wasted on white elephant projects with no recurrent income, corruption was endemic and irreversible in all three arms of Government and Croney-controlled big business had looted the national coffers with crippling road toll, water, sewerage and power charges, doubly-protected with generous traffic compensation clauses and ‘take or pay’ contracts. All tucked away under OSA lock-and-key to shield them from curious eyes. And oil was drying up and the only way to ward off wide-spread revolt and revolution was to be increasingly ham-fisted and lock up more and more people under the
ISA, OSA, PPPA and Sedition Act . And the rampaging, malignant cancer was bone-deep?
What would you do,
IF you were in power?
Effect radical change or face the certainty of
shuffling off your mortal coils?
Hobson's Choice. An
October Bolshevik-type Russian Revolution is not a real option for a People that has rarely resorted to violence to resolve its national problems.
So, you know the problem and you know the enemy. You know the desired end-result. You have to, with
Machiavellian cunning and stealth, set about correcting past injustice. Sanitise and Mummify the disease-ridden corpse. Dismantle the rotting, creaking roof, ramparts, foundation and tainted structure of the compromised institution. Brick by brick; atom by atom. Flush out the looter. Promote the builder and architect. Plan, design, execute for a new dawn.
So,
you walk softly, talk softly and carry a big stick. You might like
Abe Lincoln, have been
slaving quietly at three a.m. away from the gaze of prying eyes,
while a Nation slept.
There is no other way. Easy if you know how. Easy if you were born for it. Easy if you have been in politics for thirty years.
ALL FROM WITHIN. MACHIAVELLI. ‘THE PRINCE.’
Too Far Fetched? When sharks sprout wings and begin to fly?
All
ROJAK?
But think about it. Can any
PM be that
naïve?
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