Ah yes, the by-election. The next time you see a rainbow, you can bet the trail ends in Permatang Pauh.
It is like striking a jackpot, especially for living voters.
It may be a Pilihanraya Kecil but by no means it’s a small affair. With all the political bigwigs sure to throng in to try fish some votes, the timing couldn’t be more perfect than now to squeeze them to bits
For the disabled community, this chance is a must-grab. Go ahead, ask for a super-light weight, brand new Quickie. Who knows you might even end up with two.
But hey, I’m serious. Disabled persons who are yet to enjoy any form of financial aid shouldn’t find it hard to apply for any. While for those whose application is still pending, just go over to the nearest politician in sight and enlighten them of your problem. They’d be more than happy to cut the bureaucracy crap and speed up the process.
Its not an everyday thing one gets to channel his grouses directly to the powers-that-be. While the carnival is in town, one should at least demand for their rights to be looked into.
Yea and everyone would be thinking, its not as easy as telling them PP folks to do it.
First of all, it’s a mere suggestion. Secondly, nothing to lose but everything to gain and thirdly, them politicians will sure to oblige or someone will defecate on their Kompressor’s windscreen.
So do not fret. Demand!
Now here’s a drive initiated by our friend Anfield Devotee aka Craig Johnston aka Bala Ji to get people to register and in due course eligible to exercise their rights to vote.
I doubt there’ll be any snap election but by-elections at your own yard can be as near as just around the corner.
I mean, MPs and Aduns are humans too. And they too, could be raped in the ass tomorrow and die the day after. You just never know. Life and death is solely God’s business to decide.
It takes only a few minutes just to get you registered anyway, and soon your name will be on the electoral role, and as a living voter for that matter.
For those unregistered, spare a minute or 3 the next time you see a post office. Sign up and be counted.
And of course, if I get the break to stand in as one of the candidates for a parliamentary seat, your vote will count for nothing if it went to my opponent.
To male voters, they better watch their…err…step.
To lady voters meanwhile, vote for me or otherwise I swear I’ll trace your home and steal your white-cotton panties.