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I am already 68 years old and not in the best of health, but fortunately I have enough to live on in relative comfort to my dying days.
The same cannot be said of some of my fellow Singaporeans. I see aunties and uncles, much older and in worse physical condition than me, working long hours for pittance or rifling through rubbish bins, to keep body and soul together.
My heart goes out to them. They are the unfortunate victims of neglect by a government which has put profits of government bodies before the welfare of its people. All this is done in the name of globalization and the unabashed pursuit of growth which has made the rich richer and the poor poorer.
I never expected that the PAP could over the last five decades gradually become associated with arrogance, intolerance and callousness.
In the 46 years since Singapore’s independence which, on request, was conferred on a silver platter, I exercised my right to vote only twice.
The PAP’s obsession with retaining its political monopoly in Parliament led to a raft of measures to modify the electoral system and indirectly depriving many of its citizens their right to vote.
I have almost given up hope of seeing an end to such tyranny in my lifetime.
Since nomination on April 27, however, a sliver of hope has unexpectedly emerged. In many constituencies, members of the younger generation have emerged to battle against the PAP in David versus Goliath-like contests. I am humbled by their courage, by their refusal to be intimidated.
I can sense the stirring in the air. I can feel the undercurrents swirling among the poor, the disadvantaged groups, the social minorities and among the legions of people unjustly treated by the PAP that are too numerous to relate here.
This is something new; this yearning for change, for a new beginning, a new Singapore. The spirit of JBJ lives on. I have never felt it before and I am getting excited.
Even Baby God has heard of the rumblings and quickly apologized for the shortcomings of his government, but I think it is a bit ‘’too little, too late,’’ or as the Malays would put it: ‘’Nasi sudah jadi bubur’’ (the rice has turned to porridge)
My friends and fellow citizens, I do not know what you all are going to do tomorrow, May 7. But I know what I have to do.
I will join Nicole and her valiant knights from the NSP to face Goliath Goh in his lair in Marine Parade. Even if I could just manage to pull the Goliath’s ears once, I would be satisfied.
The ripples from the Middle East earthquake is about to reach our shores. Brace yourself for the tsunami that will unfold. Stand up and be counted.
Years later, your son or daughter might one day out of the blue ask you:
‘’Daddy, where were you on that historic May 7 day when Singaporeans from all corners rose together as one to cut down the PAP to size?
‘’Did you also join in to bang the head of the ageing Father God to make him REPENT for all his past sins?’’
Ismail Kassim
6 May 2011
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Saturday, May 7th 2011 - D-Day for all true-blue Singaporeans.
Come on my brothers and sisters, we can do it! We can stand up for Singapore!
One last push, one last shove, one last heave, one final brave leap and we break free.
Maybe we too will be able to wake up on the morning of May 8th to cry out in triumph just like Martin Luther King,
"Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Come on my brothers and sisters, we can do it! We can stand up for Singapore!
One last push, one last shove, one last heave, one final brave leap and we break free.
Maybe we too will be able to wake up on the morning of May 8th to cry out in triumph just like Martin Luther King,
"Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
The same cannot be said of some of my fellow Singaporeans. I see aunties and uncles, much older and in worse physical condition than me, working long hours for pittance or rifling through rubbish bins, to keep body and soul together.
My heart goes out to them. They are the unfortunate victims of neglect by a government which has put profits of government bodies before the welfare of its people. All this is done in the name of globalization and the unabashed pursuit of growth which has made the rich richer and the poor poorer.
I never expected that the PAP could over the last five decades gradually become associated with arrogance, intolerance and callousness.
In the 46 years since Singapore’s independence which, on request, was conferred on a silver platter, I exercised my right to vote only twice.
The PAP’s obsession with retaining its political monopoly in Parliament led to a raft of measures to modify the electoral system and indirectly depriving many of its citizens their right to vote.
I have almost given up hope of seeing an end to such tyranny in my lifetime.
Since nomination on April 27, however, a sliver of hope has unexpectedly emerged. In many constituencies, members of the younger generation have emerged to battle against the PAP in David versus Goliath-like contests. I am humbled by their courage, by their refusal to be intimidated.
I can sense the stirring in the air. I can feel the undercurrents swirling among the poor, the disadvantaged groups, the social minorities and among the legions of people unjustly treated by the PAP that are too numerous to relate here.
This is something new; this yearning for change, for a new beginning, a new Singapore. The spirit of JBJ lives on. I have never felt it before and I am getting excited.
Even Baby God has heard of the rumblings and quickly apologized for the shortcomings of his government, but I think it is a bit ‘’too little, too late,’’ or as the Malays would put it: ‘’Nasi sudah jadi bubur’’ (the rice has turned to porridge)
My friends and fellow citizens, I do not know what you all are going to do tomorrow, May 7. But I know what I have to do.
I will join Nicole and her valiant knights from the NSP to face Goliath Goh in his lair in Marine Parade. Even if I could just manage to pull the Goliath’s ears once, I would be satisfied.
The ripples from the Middle East earthquake is about to reach our shores. Brace yourself for the tsunami that will unfold. Stand up and be counted.
Years later, your son or daughter might one day out of the blue ask you:
‘’Daddy, where were you on that historic May 7 day when Singaporeans from all corners rose together as one to cut down the PAP to size?
‘’Did you also join in to bang the head of the ageing Father God to make him REPENT for all his past sins?’’
Ismail Kassim
6 May 2011
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