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Proud to be Malaysian
I’m proud to be Malaysian because I’m Malay.
Centuries ago, my ancestors came here from Sumatera and staked claim to this land. They established and ruled what would be known as Tanah Melayu. They were formerly Hindus but they were saved and became Muslims. There were orang asli living here, pacifist nomads in loincloths, eating monkeys - they made great slaves. Later, Europeans established colonies and took the sovereignty away from the Malay rulers. The British brought migrant workers from China and India.
On August 31 1957, we gained independence and have been under self-rule for almost 50 years.
I’m proud to be Malay in Malaysia because I have special privileges. I got a scholarship for college, a guaranteed job and a 5% discount on a house. All part of the government’s initiative to socially engineer a large Malay middle class. It seems to have worked, there appears to be a sizable Malay middle class and corresponding social stability, unlike Indonesia where the pribumis weren’t special enough. There’s even a few Malay Captains of Industry, like Ani Arope! They were created during Dr. Mahathir’s era. They’re role models for us.
We’re very lucky because these special privileges continue, even though some parties say don’t need them any more. We will protect our special rights to our dying breath. Never forget that. We have to constantly remind the migrant races that no matter what they do, this is Malay homeland and they are merely a migrant work force. Don’t fuck with our rights.
If you look really hard, there are hardcore poor and wretched hidden in this prosperity. But they’re statistically insignificant; we can round down to zero. Woo Hey! No more wretched! Math Rocks!
I’m lucky to be Malaysian because being born Malay in Malaysia, my religion is predetermined. My ulamaa’s tell me what to believe. I don’t have to waste time soul searching, like Americans who flirt with esoterica like Kabala and Paganism. You know, even if I decided to leave my faith, I can’t! So there’s no use even thinking of something that heretical. Don’t get me wrong, the Constitution says I do have options when it comes to religion. I can be a Muslim or a Muslim. I certainly can’t imagine what got into that apostate biatch, Lina Joy.
I’m proud to be Malaysian because I know the Police will protect me. Last week, there was a bunch of strange kids hanging out in a parking lot on Old Klang Road. They had spiked, mohawked, dyed red, green and yellow hair. Fortunately, Police armed with guns, fired live rounds in the air, rounded them up for drug tests. None tested positive, but I’ll bet they’re taking something that the tests couldn’t detect, they looked too wild not be taking drugs. One claimed to be an industrial engineer, another, a law student. Bullshit! They’re junkies!
I bleed Red, White, Blue and Yellow.
Special, prosperous, faithful and safe.
I’m proud to be Malaysian.
Rafil
