Tomorrow we celebrate our country’s 61st anniversary of independence. Happy birthday Malaysia. The day when it all began was 31 August 1957.
For Sabahans and Sarawakians, their significant date is 16 Sept 1963.
For the Hope & Change volk, Year Zero of Malaysia Baru began 9 May 2018. Hail Victory!
ABOVE: Dear Leader pictured with Dearest Leader – the Dapster’s “our beloved Tun”
First Merdeka to be celebrated under Harapan
Dearest Leader of the ruling party was born 10 July 1925. He is 93 this year.
• When the first anniversary of Harapan’s election mandate rolls around on the next May 9th, 2019, Mahathir Mohamad will be 94 years old
• The second Harapan anniversary coincides with year 2020, when Mahathir can usher in his ‘Vision’ at age 95
• By Harapan’s third anniversary on 9 May 2021, Mahathir will be 96 years old
• Towards 2022, the fourth year of Harapan rule, Mahathir will be 97
• Upon completion of the Harapan mandate in 2023 after its fifth anniversary, the 98-year-old Mahathir will again lead his coalition into reelection battle, yes?
Malaysia Boleh! Mahathir Boleh!
The Second Coming
Penned by renowned poet William Butler Yeats, The Second Coming was first published in 1920. Yeats wrote his famous poem a mere five years before our own Dearest Leader (b. 1925) came into this world.
Among the most resonant – and most often quoted – lines of The Second Coming is this couplet:
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
It is only natural to wonder whether the centre of a country is able to hold when its government is built on a house of cards where the four (PKR, DAP, PAN, Pribumi) competing suites are so suspicious and distrustful of the other.
BELOW: Flashback 2012 – Mahathirism 2.0 is only a continuation of Mahathirism 1.0
The only barrier to things falling apart is a man now in his tenth decade of life. And then what? The loosening of “the blood-dimmed tide”. The centre really cannot hold.
Is some revelation at hand? In the immortal words of Yeats, “in the sands of the desert a shape with lion body and the head of a man”.
By the way, when you put a lion and a lamb together in a pen, the one walking out alive from the encounter is surely not the lamb. Something for the Hallelujah Horde to reflect deeper on.
Yeats’ Second Coming poem concludes with the stanza:
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?