I spent the historic moment of the country's 52nd birthday, at Genting Sempah, having a late supper and avoiding the jams.
Ah, the things I do for the country.
I am part of the tail end of Generation X. In fact, some Gen-Xers put us in the Children of the 80s bracket or 'The Lost Generation'.
Frankly, I don't give a shit. It's just another label, and I used to fucking hate labels.
I am writing this, because I feel the need to say a few words. Not much to say. I'm not old enough to sit around and tell my friends and fiends, "You know, ah, this country has been good to us."
And I sure as hell am not going to be one of the 'liberals' and say, "This country fucked me in the ass!"
Na-ah! I am neither proud, not ashamed of the country. I neither love, nor hate it. I can't lie and drape the flag around me and start going out at night, fighting crime. I also can't sit around, whine and wail as if I was the victim of anything that happened to me.
Things happened to me, because I want them to happen to me. I am fully responsible for myself. Nothing to do with the country. I can go and live in the States and STILL bitch and moan all day, everyday, like a woman on a constant period. Fucking bleed to death already, bitch!
People who bitch and moan and wail all day, everyday, I LABEL as ANIMALS. Animals are sad creatures, better off as food than anything else. And they're never, ever in control of themselves. It's always somebody else's fault. Somebody else who wronged them. ALways, always, always. Boo fucking hoo.
And people who are happy and smile all the time creep me out. The fuck are you smiling about? Did you just get a blowjob? If you didn't, fuck you.
Me? I was born to rub people the wrong way. I am gifted with a nervous energy field about me. I agitate people. Sometimes, that's good, sometimes that's bad. That's just the way it goes. That's how the world flows.
People who think this country sucks, well, no one's forcing you to stay. You can stop being anywhere, anytime. Just go somewhere else.
And no one's forcing you to take it. Well, there might be, but here's the great big secret of the universe - you don't have to.
Just remember - knowing is half the battle.
In today's economic situation, people in other countries - the natives or the dominant group - will protect their interests first. Their people will come first. I know it sucks, but hey, man, that's how they roll.
I got friends coming back, after they couldn't land a job elsewhere. After they found out the food is crappy, or after they've experienced some real racism bullshit.
Now, I've always believed that home, happiness, health and wealth, is not in a place, or even with a group of people. It sure does help, but it's not there. You know where it is? It's inside your ass.
I believe that where ever I sit my ass down, that there's where I belong. It's not easy, and it's not that hard, either. It's just is.
This country might be a bit fucked in the head, but so is any other place. A homicide is committed every what, 3 minutes?, in Baltimore. There is starvation in China. Everyone's dying everywhere.
And we do have some cool people in Malaysia. Am proud of them, but won't use them as some sort of surrogate success people. What other people do, be it our ancestors, friends, enemies, sons, daughters, fathers and mothers - those are other people. They are not us.
Anyway, I was just gone for a few days, and some people in Shah Alam decided to put a cow's head somewhere and started spitting on it and stepping on the thing.
I think that's stupid and insensitive to Hindus, but I can't begrudge them their freedom of expression. Furthermore, they're from different political parties, which is in a way, showing that hate - a common hate - unites people.
It's a tricky thing, this freedom shit. I mean, I want to have it, so I can offend other people, but I do not want other people to have it, lest they offend me.
That being said, I heard that 52 police reports have been lodged concerning the incident, and the cow's head people deserve whatever's coming to them, within the confines of the law.
That's the prerogative of the law-enforcers. If it's okay, it's okay; if it's not, it's not. What can we do? Many things, really, but most of us are too lazy to do it.
And so, wrapping up, in conclusion, and since I don't have anything to say, Happy Birthday, Malaysia. I neither hate nor love you, so I'm just going to say, "Hello."
