It’s life as usual in Malaysia. When the elections come, the goodies come along too. The politicians on their rounds can then tell the folks, “Hey, see what I did? New roads. New playgrounds. New traffic lights. New streetlights. I’m ‘da bomb! Vote for me!” And as usual, they get voted in. And again, as is usual, they go back to their making messes/fools of themselves/fools of everyone for the next 4.5 years. And then the road/street light/traffic light/playground building starts again.

Let me put it in an analogy, if you will. A gentleman (no, not really a gentleman, but let’s pretend he is) would like to bed his young and attractive wife (This is going to be 18SX. Stop now if you’d rather not continue reading). He rolls over to her side of the bed and starts to rub her down. “Darling, not tonight, I’ve got a headache,” she says. Oops.

Undaunted, he tries again the next night, getting the same negative response. Same too, the night after that. Royally fuckstrated, the gent then has a brainwave! He rushes into the florist the next day and grabs the biggest bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates, presenting it to his wife with a flourish. “Darling, that’s so nice of you, but I got a meeting early tomorrow,” she says. Foiled again!

Furious, he wields his Platinum Visa and charges into the local jeweler for a platinum necklace with a 24 carat diamond. That evening, he brings the wife for a romantic dinner at the a classy French restaurant, and puts on the necklace for her. Everyone at the restaurant is impressed and applauds him, while the wife is infinitely charmed.

That night… The gent gets lucky. The wife?

She just got screwed.