Once upon a time, there is a man with no balls. Although some say he’s got more than his share of balls.
He’s looking pretty glum and gloom these days. He’s looking even pissed off at the kind of ding-dong taking place between his ex-boss and his current boss.
All he wants is the prime ministership. He is willing even to abandon his old ally, the former prime minister Mahathir Mohamad, and throw his support behind current PM Abdullah Ahmad Badawi. This lack of backbone irked Mahathir so much that after months of clamouring for Abdullah to resign so this man could take over, the former withdraws support for him and suggests that others could be prime minister, too – former Finance Minister, Tengku Razaleigh, for example.
Well, the man with no balls could not careless about this. All he cares about is who is behind the power wheels now.
A word of caution, though. The man with no balls is not to be messed around with. With two of his body guards and most trusted political analyst behind bars, attending trial for an explosive murder of a Mongolian woman, that has no end in sight, one will not want to mess around with the man with no balls.
Contrary to what others think, he does not look glum or gloom or glim these days for no reason. He is neither confused nor is he afraid. He is calculating his next move, his every move. His trophy, his dream, may just be a breath away. if he breathes too hard, it may all vaporise…like a blast after a dose of C4 expletives.
In any case, the man with no balls may be losing patience, but he is not impatient.
He schemes behind the power lines. Outwardly, in public, he throws his undying support behind Abdullah. The man is said to be ‘sleepy’ and a ‘softy’ and would surely not take notice of his mastery in delusions. He then conspires with Mahathir (as the older man has drawn much from his father’s FAVOUR BANK. The older man needs to pay back whatever he owed. Never mind that the lender is long dead and gone. The older man can do it through the lender’s offspring). The two come up with a plan. The older man will deny him in public and distances himself.
Abdullah, seeing this, prides himself in thinking that he had won after all. He feels now that it is safe to declare the other his deputy. So he makes his declaration and even publicly announce that he will retire soon (he will not overstay). He is of course taking the opportunity as well to insult the older man for staying 22 long years as prime minister.
But pride comes before a downfall. And after sleep comes a staggering shock. Abdullah, who when he awakes finally one day, if he awakes, will find himself the biggest fool. Not alone, of course, but together with about 27 million other fools that inhabit Malaysia.
Why is he the man with no balls? I leave the answer to you.