Hush....Harsh....

Existence gets worse at my gulag and the rot shows no sign of stopping. Today my sales staff went crazy and issued work orders to my severely undermanned department. By knockoff time, the sole China bloke and a couple of his overworked mates were faced with around 15 work orders, some of which have to be completed by tomorrow. Even if they work through the night, there is absolutely no way they can finish everything. Understandably, the Chinese bloke, who has had to deal with the bulk of the mess today, ranted at my useless ‘superior’ of the injustice. He works the hardest, he said, but among all his mates he is paid the lowest. My *superior*, being the incompetent leader that he is, had no response to his enraged subordinate’s outrage. Tomorrow things will spiral into the deepest Hell. If I were the Chinese guy, I would ‘fall sick’ and see how they deal with the mess themselves. People only realize your importance when you are not around.

The Presidential Erection is set to occur somewhere in August. A three-corner fight is expected, with all three candidates having some kind of ties to the regime. To someone like me, who absolutely hates the regime, it is like choosing one of the following: Gawd, the deep blue sea, and the Fukushima power plant. I am contemplating spoiling my vote, but that would mean that I would have lost the right to complain if I discover later on that our next President is as useless as his predecessor. However, if I vote for one of the three candidates, there is every chance my choice will end up being another Prataman who is only good for collecting millions of dollars in salaries and bonuses for doing nothing. I am feeling quite stressed already as it is. I don’t need hard choices.

The Brain, the Lass and I went out last Saturday. Over slop the subject of Sinkies being marginalized by our regime came up. The Lass made some comments including the exorbitant prices of flats and other forms of suffering we endure under the scum in white’s ‘mandate’. One remark she made is particularly interesting. She said that maybe only a war can change things, and after the war we can start all over again. I am not sure if she was thinking of the courageous Libyans when she said that, but she has a very good point. Many others, if they heard her say such a thing then, might have dismissed it as immature nonsense that stems from the remnants of a rebellious adolescence. They would be wrong. Our country is stuck in a state of limbo, in which a caged individual believes he is free to act as he pleases. In one of her recent lecture, Aung San Suu Kyi said that a delusional sense of freedom is worse than blatant tyranny. An oppressed people, long frustrated at being persecuted, can be trusted to take up arms against their overlords. When you fight, you have a chance, no matter how small. But when an oppressed people believe that they are free and despite the hardships and injustices they endure under their oppressors’ rule, refuse to exercise their right to freedom because ‘the alternative is worse’, what chance have they? What chance have we? The recent Erections have only served as a reminder of our stagnancy, of our crushed spirits, of our willingness to take things as they are and suffer things as they come. There is no hope for gradual change in this cuntry. Only sudden, brutal upheavals will serve as a catalyst for change, to shock people into realizing that they are alive, and that they are capable of having feelings and aspirations, of finding things long stashed away in some forgotten corners in our hearts, of elevating our soul, and to feel energized and be humans and cease being some cog in a machine, some mindless automation in a factory. I, for once, would welcome an invasion. In war there is love. In love there is freedom.