BERI SESUDU SAPU SEBELANGA

A good friend of mine, FWK, emailed me this interesting reflection of how things are in BolehLand. I don’t know whether this episod really transpires in our august House of Clowns or it’s just a joke. Either way, it paints a true picture of the integrity of our political leaders. Here goes the story:-

In our Parliament recently, an UMNO MP during his speech told a story.

"There was a father who gave RM100/- each to his 3 sons and asked them to buy things and fill up a room completely.

First son bought hay for RM100/-  but couldn't fill the room entirely. Second son bought cotton for RM100/- but couldn't fill the room entirely. 

Third son bought a candle for RM1/- and lit it up and the room was filled with light completely."

The proud UMNO MP declared: "Our Prime Minister NAJIB is like the third son. From the day he has taken charge of his office, our country is filled with the bright light of prosperity."

A voice from the backbench asked, "Where is the remaining RM99/- ?

Now the whole nation is asking this same question!!

As the above anecdote happens in Malaysia, The Bolehland, permit me to add my take of the story. Here goes:-

The father gave RM100/- each to the 3 sons, making a total investment of RM300/-.  Do you know where the father got the money from? He took it by deceit from the poor malaysian rakyat.

The third son brought a candle for RM1/- and pocketed the balance of RM99/- which the father ripped from the rakyat’s pocket. The 3^rd son lights up a candle which fills up the room with light. Unfortunately the room is the 3^rd son’s room. So the 3^rd son’s room is filled with light while the rakyat who voted the family into power, thus making the family rich and powerful, remains outside in the darkness.

Meanwhile the 1^st and 2^nd sons sold the hay and the cotton which was brought with the rakyat’s money, for a handsome profit and proceeded to buy a candle each to light up their rooms.

The morale of the story? This is Malaysia, where facts become fiction and fiction is fact and the impossible is possible.

Until the next time. Cheerio!!!.