Time Lim Guan Eng sock it to these fellas of Kg Buah Pala

Everyone sympathises with the folks of Kampong Buah Pala for their current predicament caused by none other than Koh Tsu Koon when he was the chief minister of Penang. I firmly believe that Lim Guan Eng must has been having sleepless nights trying to figure out how to solve the impasse. Finally, the offer came. It was in the form of a double-storey house for each family that has a built-up area of 1,400 sq ft. However, the resident association of 'High Chapperal' rejected the offer but wouild prefer that the state government compensate them at RM3.5m per family *sic*. This counter offer came about as one of the clauses in the offer states that the agreement would be null and void if it could not obtain the state government’s approval to build the houses. The Chief Minister rightly asked that if they were the ones who offer the people the houses, would they in their right mind reject the application from the developer?

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I rather have 'Anwar's street politics

I rather have ‘Anwar’s street politics’ than Umno’s racist politics.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than a maniacal opportunist.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the bigotry spewed by so many so-called ‘patriots.’

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the irresponsible and shallowness of most politicians.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the anti-Semitism spewed by some.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the corruption than has become Umno’s hallmark.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the hate-mongering and race-baiting by Umno’s mouthpieces.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than intolerance and narrow-mindedness.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than a dictatorship.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than censorship.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than most politicians’ hypocrisy.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the toxicity of Umno’s general assembly.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the spineless (‘Yes, Tuan’) politics of the non-Malay BN parties.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the harassment and intimidation of Umno politics.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the politics that has raped our people.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the thuggery of BN politics.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the nepotism of Umno politics.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the repression of Umno politics.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than Umno’s pandering to the religious bigots.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the Arabification of Malaysian society.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the erasure of multi-cultural Malaysia.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the Talibanisation of our civil liberties.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the rape and plundering of our national wealth.

I rather have Anwar’s street politics than the abuse and shredding of our constitution.

In other words, I rather have democracy.

[G. Krishnan]

August 1 2009 - the Charge of the Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

‘Forward the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!’ he said.

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’

Was there a man dismay’d?

Not tho’ the soldier knew

Someone had blunder’d.

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and die.

Into the valley of Death,

Rode the six hundred.

Canons to the right of them

Canons to the left of them; Canons infront of them

Volley'd and thunder'd

Storm'd at with shot and shell

Boldly they rode and well

Into the jaws of Death

Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred

Flash'd all their sabres bare

Flash'd as they turn'd in air

Sabring the gunners there

Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd

Plunged in battery smoke

Right thro' the line they broke

Cossack and Russian

Reeled from the sabre-stroke

Shatter'd and sunder'd

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred

Canons to right of them

Canons to left of them; Canons behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd

Storm'd at with shot and shell

While horses and hero fell

They that had fought so well

Came through the jaws of Death

Back from the mouth of hell

All that was left of them

Left of six hundred

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wonder'd

Honour the charge they made

Honour the Light Brigade

Noble six hundred

Poem from Lord Alfred Tennyson

And here's the video that says it all about the brave men on August 1 2009

For a moment, I thought the photos were about the Israeli IDF evicting the poor Palestinians from their homes

These are some of the pix taken during last week's anti-ISA protest. Heck, even small children and women were not spared from the brutality of the police.

Monday Humour

A businessman called and had a question about the documents he needed in order to fly to China.

After a lengthy discussion about passports, I reminded him he needed a visa.

"Oh no I don't, I've been to China many times and never had to have one of those."

I double checked and confirmed that his stay required a visa.

When I told him this he said, "Look, I've been to China four times and every time they have accepted my American Express."

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A woman called to make reservations, "I want to go from Chicago to Hippopotamus, New York"

The agent was at a loss for words. Finally, the agent: "Are you sure that's the name of the town?"

"Yes, what flights do you have?" replied the customer.

After some searching, the agent came back with, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I've looked up every airport code in the country and can't find a Hippopotamus anywhere."

The customer retorted, "Oh don't be silly. Everyone knows where it is. Check your map!"

The agent scoured a map of the state of New York and finally offered, "You don't mean Buffalo, do you?"

"That's it! I knew it was a big animal!"

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I just got off the phone with a man who asked, "How do I know which plane to get on?"

I asked him what exactly he meant, which he replied, "I was told my flight number is 823, but none of these darn planes have numbers on them."

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A woman asked for an aisle seats so that her hair wouldn't get messed up by being near the window.