I SPY WITH MY DANGDUT EYES

By saying so, there is veritably no wise whatsoever that a seedy dangdut rat the likes of papalados has the credibility let alone credulity in respect of his interminable vociferations particularly those that touches much on the aspects of the nation’s statecraft as evidenced, very recently. Beneath the veneer of excitable albeit unequalled excitation, there is a seemingly palpable undercurrent of consternation, intermingling profoundly alongside the inner thoughts of some personages still ill at ease with the current happenings to date. A management philosophy that they had got used to perhaps that somewhat left, undeniably so, its miniscule fragments, even though a few of the personalities were in the receiving end of the much dated, procedure’s brutal actions. Saying that, they were, at the outset, actually planted to be on the other side may be quite an understatement now that nearly everybody has seen to the fact yet had in a way forgiven them for the little roles they were supposed to be players: for. All factuality, lain bare, they are verily anachronisms that had become redundant and superfluous to the extent of mellowing into a state of utter helplessness against an inexorable forward motion for change or transformation never before encountered. The late summer date of mid September only has about a week to come about making everyone jittery as to its eventual arrival. None of which helped whence the most prominent figure amidst the controversial grouping being the Mustapha Ali fellow saying he has no confidence at all that An Hwa could pull the jumping MPs’ caper. Wow! Talk about being excited.