If there is a Nobel Prize for driving without signalling, Malaysians would win it hands down—no competition, no second place, no need for a recount. In fact, if there were an Olympics for lane-cutting without indicators, we’d have more gold medals than badminton. Forget about producing world-class engineers or scholars; our greatest contribution to humanity might just be normalising the art of swerving left or right without a flicker of that tiny, neglected stick beside the steering wheel. Yes, the indicator—the poor, lonely limb of the vehicle—ignored, abandoned, left to gather dust as if its sole purpose was to decorate the steering column. Somewhere in Malaysia right now, a motorist is probably thinking, “Why use signal? My car is already handsome enough.” Backward thinking at its finest: a caveman logic applied to a modern machine. The truth is, failing to use indicators is not just rude—it’s selfish. It’s the driving equivalent of farting in an elevator and pretending it wasn’t yo...
Let’s drop the pretence. Let’s strip away the polite fiction, the mind-numbing legalese, and the nauseatingly patriotic slogans that echo from ministries to mamaks. The single greatest, most existential threat to the Federal Constitution of Malaysia is not some shadowy foreign power, not an external ideology, and certainly not the average Malaysian citizen. It is the very class of people who, with greasy palms and forked tongues, swore a sacred oath to protect it: our politicians. They are not public servants; they are a parasitic infestation in the machinery of state, systematically gnawing at the foundational beams of our nation for personal gain, political survival, and the perpetuation of their own privilege. The Constitution isn’t their guiding star; it’s an inconvenient obstacle to be circumvented, twisted, or simply ignored when it suits their grubby purposes. Look at the evidence, laid out not in conspiracy theories but in the glaring, daylight robbery of our principles. The Co...