MALAYSIA BLEEDS...

Malaysia is bleeding. Like a leech bite, it bleeds profusely… and the ‘leeches’ are still sucking and infecting every part of our ‘body’ leaving blood stains all over. And we have been bleeding for 51 years! We have bled all these years beyond recognition, and I’m not even sure what this country is becoming into but whatever it has become, I don’t like it and it angers me. In spite of this anger, I know that we must remain calm and level headed in these times of uncertainty and change. I’m sure my fellow rakyat will share my sentiments that what has been going on these past few weeks is nothing short of a desperate and dangerous political game the ruling government is playing to cling on to power. It saddens me that the government I grew up respecting for more than 35 years is nothing more than a hypocritical self absorbed power crazy bunch of lunatics bent on manipulating and subjugating its people with no remorse or sense of humanism or an ounce of integrity.I never thought I’d live to see the day when the BN will lose its 2/3. I never thought I’d live to see the day a dying regime fighting for its survival. I never thought I’d live to see the day when leaders of all races unite under one common banner standing for all Malaysians, regardless of race, religion or creed. I never thought I’d see the day when I can shout and proclaim proudly that I’m a Malaysian Malaysian. But never say never!The way Malaysians are standing together, hand in hand – Malays, Chinese, Indians, Ibans, and all races fighting against injustices of a corrupt, despotic and repressive government brings hope to my heart and tears to my eyes! I’m a feeling a sense Malaysian pride never felt before. I’m proud that I’m a Malaysian Malaysian - not a Chinese Malaysian, a Malay Malaysian, an Indian Malaysian, an Iban Malaysian or whatever we have been told we are in our ICs. And I hope that this will all end someday and we’ll look at this period of history as THE defining moment where we as Malaysians finally stood as ONE. That I’ll tell my children and my children’s children that I was there during our darkest moments. No, our darkest moments was not May 13 1969 as everyone would like us to believe. Our darkest moments would be 2008 if we failed to rise up and allow this government to rule for the next 50 years. So, let this be our finest moment. This is my hope. Hope for a better Malaysia. After all, all we have is hope. For without hope, we are nothing. And we have nothing but hope. We gain nothing without hope but we gain everything with hope. Let’s stop Malaysia from bleeding any longer!