Di Bawoh Rang Ikang Kering
Random Ramblings of A Retired Retainer


Monday, May 08, 2006
Once upon a time in a jungle far, far away there was a big and high anthill. The anthill was called the Male Anthill long before political correctness came into being. Although it was called Busut Jantan, it was not an exclusive place for the male species. Selected creatures of either sex periodically gathered on the anthill to debate the affairs of the jungle. Sometimes, they made laws to be obeyed or broken by creatures of the jungle. Sometimes they made unwritten laws that were sometimes broken by some creatures regardless whether they can write or read. One of the unwritten laws was never to agree with THEM.

I forgot to tell you that the anthill had two distinct groups: US and THEM. Creatures of the jungle selected more of US than THEM for a multitude of reasons. When you grow up, you might understand. Anyway, THEM creatures, making up for the lack of numbers were very articulate and vociferous. Sometimes they make sense.

One day one of THEM made a sensible proposal. A sensible proposal is like your mother telling you to eat the apple together with the skin. A senseless proposal is like your friend asking you to do the same with a durian. You do not like durian? That is besides the point. Anyway, back to the story. One of US thought the proposal was timely and worthy of support. He stood on the anthill and said so. After all, all the creatures know that even if a thief said stealing is wrong, the thief is telling the truth. The one of US thought that most of US on the anthill would support the proposal. He was wrong. He came down off the anthill muttering something about principles. When the news came down the jungle grapevine and via official drums, the whole jungle was disappointed. Something could change but didn't. No, I am not talking about the leopard but the whole jungle. In other jungles, like the Concrete Jungle down in the Bushes the creatures cried "My jungle, right or wrong" and they are sometimes wrong. Over in this jungle, on the anthill, it is my party, right or wrong".
Someday, some strong creature should tell the bunch on the anthill that it does not matter who is wrong and who is right. Give a thought to what is right or else go eat the durian together with the skin.
Now wash your feet and go to bed.