Stupid Media

I have been down with the flu for the past few days. While my fever had subsided, I continue to be wracked by coughing and runny nose. This is the fourth time I have been sick during the last three months. My allergy to this country grows stronger with time. At the rate I’m going I should be dead soon.

The terrorist attack in Mumbai and the Singaporean who died in the massacre make the news still. I cannot see what the fuss is all about. A group of terrorists charged into a building, had a stand-off with the authorities and in the process, contrived to get themselves and 200 people killed. And in the aftermath, opposition parties and the public in India blame the government, who in turn points the finger at the Pakistan regime, who denies all involvement in the terrorist attacks. The blame game is like a musical chair that goes on and on –

And so has been the reporting about the Singaporean who got put in the dead book. For days now, our overpaid and unimaginative media has been going ad nauseam about her. A Singaporean got killed in a terrorist attack. So? Plenty of people had died in terrorist attacks. She was a lawyer as well, you say. Big deal! There are plenty of lawyers to go around; one less makes little difference. However, make that a well-connected lawyer who was related to so-and-so, whom in turn holds some position in the regime, then suddenly the whole equation changes.

I present to you our first martyr since Lim Bo Seng.

Why does the media have to turn this into a bloody circus? She’s dead people! She was connected directly/indirectly to people in high places when she was alive. Now that she’s dead, it avails her not. Just let her rest in peace. Leave the bereaved family alone and if anyone wants to mourn her passing, go to her funeral and be done with it! Why are so many people feeling sad for her when they didn’t even know her? Miliions of people die everyday. You don’t see these sensitive people feeling depressed over their demise. 200 people got wasted in the same terrorist attacks and are they feeling sorry for them? People die in Singapore every hour and they don’t see fit to go into a moaning session. A Singaporean woman died in a terrorist attack and they suddenly go all ‘emo’ about it. Why don’t these hypocritical whoresons drown themselves in the damn Singapore river?!

Did Opposition leader JBJ, who died earlier this year, get the due respect he deserved for sacrificing himself for this soulless country and its equally soulless people? Hell no! His passing was succinctly reported by the lackeys in our media but here we have, a dead lawyer, who was obscure prior to her demise, and elevated to celebrity status after her death. They might as well give her a state funeral, and have our flag lowered to half mast. Better still, declare her death anniversary a public holiday. That ought to make everybody happy.

Maybe it’s the nature of her death that fascinates people. It’s rare enough for a Singaporean to die in a terrorist attack. And it’s rarer still that in this case, a well-connected one bought the farm. If she were just an ordinary Singaporean, would her death have merited that much attention? In principle, probably not. In practicality, yes. From brazen hussies from China spreading their legs to a Singaporean citizenship to the recent financial meltdown, there are only so much a journalist (read: lackey) can write about. Singapore is so boring that a tree that falls and blocks traffic on PIE warrants a page or two in the papers. To these vultures, the Mumbai attack that came with a dead Singaporean – albeit an “important” one – must have been a godsend. Perhaps these bastards wouldn’t mind a few more. Even if the deceased had been an ordinary Singaporean, they would still make him or her a martyr. It’s all about filling the newspaper pages with rubbish. Rubbish equals overpaid salaries and fat bonuses.

Do I care about my dead countrywoman? Honestly, I don’t give a shit. She was nobody to me when she was alive and she is nobody to me now. I rate lawyers as I would a priest, which is just barely above parasites and green slime. I am not going to cry, moan, weep, shed tears, gloat or ejaculate over her misfortunes. I just don’t care.