If ever there was an equivalent of the Ocars for our Federal Ministers, I would be very happy to see an award for “The Foot in the Mouth Disease Minister. And my winner would be none other than our dear tough talking Home Minister.
Man, the mind boggles at his answers. This guy is in a league of his own. If before we had Zainuddin Zam Zam Ala Kazam entertain us with his mindless meanderings, now we have found an equal if not better substitute!
Which is why I think this old management story which I have liberally adapted, would illustrate his standing in the eyes of the ordinary Malaysian:
When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Home Minister.
The brain said, “I should be Home Minister because I control the whole body’s responses and functions.”
The feet said, “We should be Home Minister as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go.”
The hands said, “We should be the Home Minister because we do all the work and earn all the money.”
And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up.
All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Home Minister.
So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to “work”.
Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched,
the feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered.
Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be the Home Minister, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the Home Minister just sat and passed out the shit!
Lesson: You don’t need brains to become a Home Minister. Any asshole will do.