Sod The Toll, Let's Protest The Existence of Proton

Here is a fact: No one likes the idea of higher toll charges on Malaysian roads.
Well, maybe the highway concession holder does.
So, most people, then, do not like higher toll charges.
Er, well, the guy who does not own a car. Maybe he does not care.
Ah, yes, car owners then will not like paying more to use public roads.
You get the point.
But then tataksombong would like to point out an undeniable fact: a car costs a lot of run. We have to pay for fuel, pay for road tax and even, yes, pay for tolls.
The biggest outlay, however, is the cost of buying a car.
And in Malaysia, it costs lots and lots of money to buy a car.
The reason for that, of course, is that the Malaysian government charges extremely high taxes on cars.
Especially foreign ones.
You see, we do not like them foreign buggers. They come here and try to sell us these vehicles with their funny sounding names like Toyota and Mercedes, with their superior technology and nice designs.
Why should we buy these superior cars? Especially when we have our very own Proton.
We have to do all we can to protect our Proton. Why? Because it's the Malaysian thing to do. To buy Malaysian and make sure it survives. Why? You shouldn't have to ask, but it is because it is Malaysian.
And all of us will just have to pay if we want to buy a foreign make. If you are going to buy a Nissan or a Toyota or even a Ford, well, you should be punished for it.
All good Malaysians should buy a Proton.
So there. I have said it. I think we should enact a law to ban all foreign cars.
We have the right to drive a sub-standard car if we want to. It is a basic human right.
NOT!

SensualSophia Indulges Political Malaysia (Mmmmm...)

I was at the Parliament of Malaysia for YB Maya Minah Black's annual New Year's Eve party in the Banquet Hall and the boys were looking hunky in their black tie. One detached himself from his cohorts and came over to tell me I was simply irresistible.





I smiled back. He complimented me as he stared at my nipply self under the little black dress that sheathed me against the cold cold corridors of power. I licked my lips and he signalled me into the main chamber. He walked slightly behind me and frotted me as we went through the double-leaf doors meant for the Parliament Speaker. And took me straight to the Speaker's Chair right in front of rows of seats meant for the honorable Members of Parliament.

I was just interested in one member. He tabled me on the Speaker's desk and slipped the sheath of black material off me as his tongue slathered around my turgid nipples and whispered sweet nothings as he mouthed my titties. A charming silver-tongued politician he was, a cunning linguist - pun intended - so to speak! He then went southwards, where my kittie was all wet like a flooded Johor and flicked his tongue like a lightsabre making out with its kin in the heat of the battle.

More was to come, he promised! He was bad with his puns but he kept his word of donating to my kittie. He divided my legs like money for his constituents as I played with the Speaker's gavel that has banged many a table, feeling the smooth wooden shaft and head and imagining what was to happen. He undressed in a flash and said "I beg to propose!" before he expertly banged me like how the chamberlains banged the gong at the other end of the chamber before parliamentary sessions began - surely and lustily! We pumped until we were spent. He was the consummate politician, keeping you satisfied while screwing you!

If this was what a congress was, I want to be a politician. Have you ever had your ballot box stuffed? *impolitically yours*

(To our loyal supporters and sympathisers, this special post is an appreciation of Sensual Sophia's support for the Siber Party of Malaysia (M). We had proposed to swap posts with her to mark 2007 but she politely declined. However, we decided to carry on and fought each other for the pleasure of doing her - pun unintended. This remains a group post and we want to thank Sensual Sophia for her writings and ridings! Happy New Year!)

My Wish My Wish My Kingdom For A Wish

Ahem...'allo....is this on? Well, er...I hope you don't mind ah...I put down in words ah... how wonderful it is to be in 2007!
Please allow me to introduce myself... I'm a man of wealth and taste (or so I think) I've been around for a long, long year...Stole many a man's soul and faith.
Pleased to meet you all ah...Hope you guessed my name, um yeah!
I've lied and I've cheated, I've toiled and I've laboured. But worst of all, I'm rich and successful! Even I find myself irritating.
I come from a land north yonder where women glow and men quaff liquor! Can't you hear, can't you hear the kelong?
Anyway, enough of ripping off rock lyrics (apologies, boys and girls, to Elton John, Rolling Stones and Men at Work).
As the new year dawns, it is my sincerest wish that we, Malaysians, should:
1. do at least one nice thing to someone we don't like;
2. get drunk at least once a month. But get someone else to drive you home;
3. learn something about someone else's culture. And respect it;
4. not take religion so seriously all the time. It's tiring. God, if you believe him, must have a sense of humour:he did make us afterall!
5. smile a little more. When you smile, you stop the gag reflex. Especially helpful when you've enjoyed too much whiskey, beer or anything else that is intoxicating. Hic!
6. start exercising. It's good for you. Really. No Kidding!
7. stop being so bloody sensitive! Gawd, if we are not insulted as a nation by some Hollywood movie we are being insulted as a race, or as Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus. I am sure the believers of whichever religion didn't make this list would get insulted too. Chill guys! tataksombong says RELAX yes and don't take everything so personally;
8. strive for freedom. The freedom for all of us fellow Malaysians to do whatever we want as long as we don't physically hurt someone else, in private. Also the freedom to buy a car without subsidising Proton.
9. have more sexual relations. Now, before someone gets upset I'd like to refer you to No.8. Just wear a condom guys!
10. work hard, be happy, love more!

PEACE OUT...