This is why Amanah MPs are dangerous (and suck). Now they go after our bars.
They usually mean well, but you can can’t say the same about how they think.
Khalid Samad’s pronouncement to save all our souls and family lives by capping nightlife to 1am is bad. When I say bad, I mean atrocious. When I mean atrocious, I mean foul.
With no recourse, can’t even ask Khalid over to the pub to have a chat over a cold one.
Firstly, about the nature of the decision.
The city is the heart of the country, and its parties. There should be regulation, proper ones and not just enforced arbitrarily by the army of Napoleons from all enforcement authorities. Considerations to shield residential zones, an eye on organised crime and business support for owners, for instance, should be present, but let market forces decide operating hours. Continue reading “Kuala Lumpur: You got to fight, for your right, to party!”→
The upcoming Rantau by-election requires context, and in this noisy political space, things go amiss. So let’s go back to nomination day last April.
Mohamad Hasan won unopposed the Rantau assembly seat in the Rembau parliamentary seat, because the only person about to file his papers to challenge him, Streram Sinnasamy was barred from the premise. Umno wins, because the PKR-Pakatan Harapan candidate was locked out.
Most media now refer to a May 9 win, but that is not true. Mohamad won on April 28 when no one was allowed to contest against him, in Rembau that day.
But before the Julau qualifier has to be added. If at the ballots at the controversial 11,000 new members living in 11 locations added in one day scandal-ridden division have a huge bearing on the overcome on the national results, all hell will be unleashed within the party.
It goes without saying. Julau, may end up being the start of the president’s Waterloo.
In response to the preposterous overnight increase of PKR members in Sarawak’s Julau, the party’s secretary-general Saifuddin Nasution claims there are equally outrageous shenanigans in other divisions. He names Kuala Lumpur’s Batu and other parts of Selangor.
Firstly, he might want to reconsider.
Because if the answer to inexplicable manoeuvres in one division is to point to other shady situations in other divisions, that does not negate the problem. It does nothing for Julau, but it does raise more eyebrows over other divisions.
The RM100 monthly travel pass will change lives in Greater Kuala Lumpur, but it will require effort from all of us.
The new policy, come January 1 2019, covers train and bus rides.
A person living in Cheras, closer to Kajang, with the closest MRT station Sungai Jernih and works in SS2 in Petaling Jaya, presently has to cough up RM10.60 per day (Feeder Bus – Sungai Jernih MRT – Phileo Damansara MRT -Feeder Bus), and with about 22 days of work per month, ends with a RM233.20 bill. This excludes after work travel, lunch trips, work trips and weekend excursions.
There’s the budget, for sure, but along with the RM100 bus passes, RM20 from PTPTN borrowers if they can earn RM1001 a month and the fuel subsidy for the needy, came that moment. One which will long live in our memories.
Since Malaysian budgets were presented in Malay, predating the Tan Siew Sin days in a different Malaysia, and most certainly on live TV, never was a sight as such was to behold: A full chamber listen to a man present with no alacrity for the language of his country, present the national budget for his country.
At this point, I don’t think I can wish anyone who had been in government before 2008 well.
The system stinks and anyone who was in government through those years should put their head down in shame, which includes most of Pribumi today.
I’m not upset that Tok Pa left Umno, my lack of empathy for that racist cesspool is common knowledge, but rather incensed by his rationale. Not only him, the whole queue of those who left Umno since May 9.
In summary, according to them, they had to serve the people, and which means they had to abandon ship and join the present overlords.
Rozman had to, Anifah had to, Noor Azmi had too. Poor bastards, how their life had come to this, that they had to crawl back to power and point a large middle finger to life in the opposition, because apparently, one can’t serve the people when not in power. Continue reading “Tok Pa And The Giant Peach Lie”→