tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081742307252789733.post3794920291238856645..comments2024-02-14T04:53:18.295-08:00Comments on Singapore Dissident: Singapore. Ho Ching on "breastfeeding"! What next!Gopalan Nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399145588654603667noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081742307252789733.post-29678598479477470882009-08-24T09:52:05.668-07:002009-08-24T09:52:05.668-07:00And speaking of milking the nonsense for all it wa...And speaking of milking the nonsense for all it was worth, our ancient dude made a right tit of himself the other day when he could not resist the urge to regale Paliament with unsolicited twaddle. He stumbled angrily to the rostrum on wobbly legs to 'demolish' impudent NMP Viswa Sadasivan for daring to cock a hifalutin snook at PAP's precious National Pledge and the first words that left his lips were, "Sir, I was doing physiotherapy just now and reading the newspapers and I thought I should bring the House back to earth..."<br /><br />Huh? This is Parliament old boy, highest law-making body in the land for Heaven's sake, not your bloody sittingroom! Who gives a flying frick what your personal arthritic problems are? Tell it to the marines. If he had said that in the British Parliament he would have been instantly bowled over by howls of laughter and verbally torn to shreds. <br /><br />What next - unasked-for data about the state of his prostate condition after lunch and teh estimated size of Ho Ching's bra? Now, if he had only said, "I was just seeing my personal <i><b>psychotherapist</b></i> just now about my dementia..." THEN it would have been a matter of national interest.<br /><br />And btw, in his anxiety to absolve his party of its failure to uphold the spirit of the pledge, he tried to tweak the meaning of the word 'Pledge' to mean 'Aspiration', thus driving a coach and horses right through his son's grandiose call to all Singaporeans to solemnly recite the words of The Pledge from the heart at the precise hour of 8:22. That stroke of political <i>coitus interruptus</i> was accompanied by a pathetic performance of note fumbling, losing his place, getting his dates confused, tittering at his own joke, and excruciatingly slow, laboured speech as his memory began to fall apart.<br /><br />It does make one wonder if 'MM' actually stands for Parliamentary 'Milk Monitor'!mycroftnoreply@blogger.com