Australia’s PM John Howard said it’s OK to say the word ‘bloody’ in certain circumstances, like when it’s used as a friendly Aussie colloquialism. Well, I want to use it in a different manner, like when I am bloody pissed off.
So, may I bloody ask, what the bloody hell is going on when, after 50 years of bloody independence and all sorts of bloody Soekarnoistic monuments of bloody false grandeur, a bloody multi-billion ringgit Putra Jaya of the 1001 Nights’ spendour, a bloody national car, a bloody multi-billion ringgit ‘scenic bridge’, a bloody MMC, bloody superduper highways, bloody Malaysian Bolehnaut about to launch into space, bloody pyramid climbing to blanket it with ... grrr ..., etc, the nation still cannot bloody provide electricity and water to a family in Pasir Mas, or more specifically in Kampung Che Mat Ali, Bayu Lalang.
And it’s not as if the house is in isolated remoteness where the electricity/water agencies [Tenaga Nasional Berhad and Air Kelantan respectively] cannot reasonably get to it. The neighbours just 50 metres away enjoy the basic amenities of electricity and piped water but 57-year old Yunus Che Mamat and his wife Che Muji Ibrahim do not. And it’s not as if they haven’t applied for the services. They have but there’s no bloody response at all.
OK, has it been because they live in a small dilapidated wooden house and Yunus earns only $10 a day tapping rubber some 7 km away? Are the bloody authorities afraid he won’t be able to pay the bill?
Look, PM and MB, I don't care who, their 10-year-old daughter Norhazila has to study by the light of a kerosene lamp. In Malaysia??? 50 years after independence>???