I'm still angry.
And because I am, it's probably not wise for me to say much.
Frankly, I don't think it is possible for me to properly understand how low the government can stoop. Because each time they do something so spectacularly stupid, they manage to outdo themselves the next time.
Take the arrest of Paula Khoo for instance.
Only the week before, the government sent in their running dogs, the police to brutalise a peaceful crowd while they were singing the national anthem.
This only goes to show how much respect the government has for the nation it is supposedly entrusted to govern. I certainly have no part for them being in Putrajaya, so I make no apologies.
Of course, in the aftermath of their shenanigans, the modus operandi is to deny everything, including their heavy-handed actions, in spite of the fact that there was clear evidence of it.
Like I said, there are no limits for low.
Low, I recently have discovered, is relative. Especially when it is in reference to the BN government. I once thought ankle height was low.
Evidently not. Then I thought the sole of one's feet was low.
Perhaps I could be kind. I could say that the BN government only stoops as low as the dust that settled under the fungus that infests the maggot that has crawled under the turd that was dropped by a sick animal, right before it keeled over and croaked.
Perhaps I could describe my relationship with the BN government. You could just imagine my disgust if I'd just stepped on the aforementioned turd - that's precisely the contempt I feel.
And why not?
That's not a government ruling our nation; it's a freaking side show!
You don't quietly go and bundle up the organiser of a peaceful demonstration and take her to the police station.
That's cowardice of the highest order, you fools!
But forget the police and their masters. To devote even a single braincell to their memory would be sheer waste.
Let's talk about Paula. I brought Paula to her first candlelight vigil opposite Amcorp Mall, PJ. It was incidentally the first time I was meeting her, but we hit it off immediately.
Now I'm passionate about my country and about making change happen. But while I attended the candlelight vigils (albeit faithfully) and blogged about it, Paula is a woman of action.
She was not merely an observer, she took charge and organised the Penang event at the Esplanade. I would have attended, were I not abroad, purely to support her.
Well, if the truth be told, I was planning to bum a night over at her place and catch some Penang food with her since she's a native. Don't say it, I know I take shameless liberties. But since she was planning to match-make me with someone - less than 2 minutes after we met in person - I'd say I have a right to. ;-)
The space on my fourth finger is, thankfully, still vacant (only because she went back to Penang), but like I said, Paula is a woman of action - while I am passive, Paula is active.
I am proud to be a friend of Paula. But I'm not in Malaysia at the moment and won't be until next month, and while I would dearly love to be with her on November 28, I can't.
If you can, please do so on my behalf. Not purely for me, but for Paula and for the country. We all need you.