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Politics & government

[2458] PEMANDU needs an expiry date

A friend asked me once what I thought of PEMANDU. He expected me to praise it since he knew where my economic bias lies. Here was PEMANDU advocating liberalization in a number of ways. There I was, a person who has been accused of being a neo-liberal at one time or another… there was a match in preferred policy. Despite that, I gave the friend a non-committal answer because I was unsure how things would turn out in the end.

Things have become clear since and I have rationalized my thoughts, I think, quite comprehensively. This is what I think of the unit under the Prime Minister’s Department.

Many of these initiatives can be done without PEMANDU at the helm. A number of initiatives are Proton-like, with Proton being more or less a rebadged Mitsubishi. Many projects merely received a nod from PEMANDU and that alone allows those projects to be listed as PEMANDU-related projects.

To be fair, there are actual initiatives like the Government Transformation Program with all of its indicators. Many initiatives offer real measurements of progress in some areas. In the past, progression and regression were purely a matter of opinion. These measurements provide an anchor for a more objective discussion. That is laudable. The work on the mass rapid transit is two, save some problems like how contracts are being awarded. One can have a list of the good stuff done and planned. Its push for a more responsible approach in public finance is another praiseworthy effort, although contradictions raise skepticism.

How does one react to PEMANDU’s call for subsidy and deficit reduction when the unit itself praises fiscal populism?

How does one react to a call for private-led economy when it is the public sector that is leading the charge?

How does one react to market-friendly affirmative action?

Beyond the superficiality and the contradiction lies one consistency. PEMANDU signifies the concentration of power. Roles once spread among various ministries — which can be a system of check and balance — have now been transferred to the Prime Minister’s Department. The fact that the prime minister and finance minister are the same person serves only to strengthen the point.

Pemandu is now the economic central planner, the construction contractor, judge and all. It is even your emailman, judging by its enthusiastic support for the 1Malaysia email project.

Power concentration can be useful when the government itself is debilitated, filled with deadwood, stuck with legacy issues and trapped in time. For example, PEMANDU’s public communication is slick. One can imagine how badly such communication would have been handled by the Ministry of Information. The ministry is still fighting the communists after all of these years.

Just as the concentration has its benefits, there is a cost. The cost is a weakened check and balance system.

There is such a thing as too much power and Pemandu is accumulating powers within the government. Given its wide-ranging influence, it is becoming a ministry by itself, headed by an unelected minister who reports to yet another unelected minister.

Meanwhile, other parts of government are becoming weaker as their roles diminish. Where is the Ministry of Works in the MRT equation? Where is the Ministry of Finance in the subsidy debate? PEMANDU appears to play the larger roles, implying its influence. This will adversely affect the democratic nature of governance in Malaysia, whatever much left there is. The continuous existence of PEMANDU will continue the trend of power accumulation.

For this reason, PEMANDU should not exist for eternity. There has to be an expiry date so that these concentrated powers will not accumulate to a point that it becomes a struggle between an authoritarian and the rest of Malaysia. There must be a point when those powers will be redistributed back across the government.

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First published in The Malaysian Insider on November 7 2011.

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erratum — In the original article at The Malaysian Insider, I misidentified Menara Warisan Merdeka as Menara Wawasan. Furthermore, I mistakenly associated it with PEMANDU. I have removed the reference here. Apologies for the mistakes. Here are the deleted sentences: “Take the Menara Wawasan proposal by PNB. PNB could easily go ahead with it without Pemandu stamping a GNI value to it.”

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Fiction Personal

[2457] A necessary lie

He remembers all too clearly what happened six months ago on the other side of the world as he stands among strangers under a statue of St Michel, waiting for an old dear friend to emerge from the Metro.

”Don’t bite your nails.”

”You’re starting to sound like my mother,” she replied to him sarcastically as both of them sat by the table, feeling a little bit nervous by each other’s presence. This was six months ago.

”Okay, but you should listen to your mother,” he said.

She gave a curt but a cute ”pfft”. Her reply made him smile, but he regretted saying what he said almost immediately. He didn’t want to annoy her unnecessarily, although such teasing was exactly the thing that brought them together in the first place. Life is so full of paradoxes.

”Why do you like to bite your fingernails, anyway?” He was genuinely curious.

”Well, that’s how I clip my nails.”

He wasn’t quite sure if she was either joking or being serious. The cultural gap between them was wide enough that one makes an assumption on one’s own peril. But he risked it anyway. He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to see the expression on her face.

”Really? You expect me to believe that?” he incredulously asked.

She smiled, perhaps realizing the outrageousness of her statement. But it was true. She bit her nails to keep them tidy. Almost.

”Okay. Sometimes.”

”I don’t believe it. Give me your hands.” He grabbed both of her hands and inspected her fingernails, which were surprisingly neat.

”Wow” was all he could muster.

”I told you so,” she said almost mockingly as her smile became wider. She loved being right.

He didn’t quite think much of it at first. He had innocently taken her hands, but it soon struck him that they were holding hands for the first time. And in this cold weather, her hands were soothingly warm. They felt so comfortably soft. Holding them felt like a sinful sensual pleasure.

He felt guilty. He liked her but he also respected her. He didn’t want to turn her into a sensual object, a being that existed just to present this private moment to him.

Most importantly, he didn’t know how she felt towards him despite having gone out with her and having simple fun together several times already. Movies, dinners, kayaking, theatres, funfairs. He knew he liked her, but a relationship such as this must always be mutual. He was still unsure, but he couldn’t ask her. One cannot be too explicit with these things.

He didn’t want to be presumptuous about whatever happening between them. It could be that they enjoyed each other’s company as friends and nothing more. If that was the case, then he didn’t want to ruin it. He could live with being close friends, but he couldn’t imagine losing her completely.

He decided to loosen his grip, even if reluctantly. The conflicting emotions were tearing him apart. No longer smiling, she must have realized whatever he felt. His hands were slipping away slowly but surely.

But she wouldn’t let that happen. She quickly took his hands and held them tightly. And she smiled at him, hoping to assure him of something.

”Merci, mademoiselle.”

He sighs forlornly in the cold Paris, ruing how time has changed. He wants to meet her for one more time, but something tells him that that isn’t the best of all ideas. Another friend of his was convinced that it is the worst of all ideas.

”It’s the end. You’ll suffer more if you meet her again,” the friend said.

”I know, but I just want to see her again for one last time,” he stubbornly replied. ”I need to see her again, just for one more time.”

”You’re a sucker for pain, you know that. You going there will only hurt both of you. You need to move on and get over her.”

Whatever it is, it is too late to back out now. There she is, walking straight towards him, smiling and looking beautiful, as she has always been.

He smiles back, partly relieved to see her again, partly devastated that he won’t be able to hold her hands again.

”Hi…” she says rather nervously, wearing a smile to hide, perhaps, the past. ”How have you been?”

In his mind, he wants to say I miss you so much. He doesn’t. Instead: ”I’m feeling great, and I’m excited to be here for the first time.”

A necessary lie, perhaps.

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First published in Selangor Times on November 4 2011.

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Society

[2456] There is a silver lining behind the Seksualiti Merdeka ban

The Annexe Gallery is Bohemian. It is a world of its own, very different from the rest of banal Malaysian life. It attracts anything but the conservative. Its taste in art is different. Its taste in politics is different. It is young, urban, middle-class and it challenges mainstream culture. It is a special spot in Kuala Lumpur.

All kinds of festivals are held there. Farish Noor is always there to share his alternative understanding of history to challenge the official narrative. In many ways, the larger Central Market Annexe is a center of subversive politics. Hishamuddin Rais used to run a small eatery there, patronized by so many Malaysian lefties, and sometimes, yours truly too. I was there not so much of my support for his mostly left politics. I was there just because I was hungry.

And then, Pang Khee Teik is always there to make anything happen. From what I understand and observe, Pang is the pillar for anything at the Annexe. He made the Annexe what it is today. Fringe but fun. Small but popular.

Pang or really the Annexe Gallery has been organizing Seksualiti Merdeka for a number of years now without any controversy. I took that rather nonchalantly but in retrospect, it was an impressive feat. After all, to organize a lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender festival in a jumpily religious Malaysia is not something advisable to do. But those festivals went on anyway, and because it was nationally politically uneventful, I thought nothing much of it. The failure to note what was supposed to be an outlier in a conservative society is perhaps a mental lapse of mine.

But I was not really interested in the fair, despite being aware of it. It is not a Mardi Gras as celebrated in Sydney. The Seksualiti Merdeka festival typically occupies merely a floor of a restored colonial shophouse. It is not big at all, size-wise. It is just some people with booths, forums and maybe performance in a privately-owned premise.

The thought of the festival’s outrageous success to go on without any repercussions within conservative context struck me only after when the Malaysian authority suddenly decided to ban the festival. Some conservatives finally took notice. It is apparent that the festival succeeded previously because the authority or the wider society did not know about the festival.

Now they know of it and decide to ban it.

The ban is a timely reminder for all of us that the LGBT community suffers from extreme prejudice and discrimination by both the state and by the wider society.

That is the silver lining. It raises the profile of the LGBT community in Malaysia and their challenges. Whereas previously the term LGBT would not appear at all in mainstream media, the past several days signaled a change.

That change is both for the better and for the worse. It is for the better because it pushes the boundary of acceptability. It is for the worse for some LGBT community members perhaps, if they want to live a quiet life.

I am not a member of the LGBT community and so, maybe I do not appreciate too much of the preference to stay in the closet. I am not at risk when I see the need for them to come out of the closet. But they need to know that for all the condemnation they receive, there are those whom will put up a thumb-up for the courage they garner.

In any fight against societal discrimination, there will always be a relatively challenging time. That is when the society first becomes aware.  That awareness is an important first stage of any anti-discrimination fight. Without awareness, there can be no fight for equality.

So fight the ban. But take heart if the first fight is lost. It is merely the first step towards a better future.

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Economics

[2455] Rising expectation of defaults

More on CDS and the European crisis.

U.S. banks increased sales of insurance against credit losses to holders of Greek, Portuguese, Irish, Spanish and Italian debt in the first half of 2011, boosting the risk of payouts in the event of defaults.

Guarantees provided by U.S. lenders on government, bank and corporate debt in those countries rose by $80.7 billion to $518 billion, according to the Bank for International Settlements. Almost all of those are credit-default swaps, said two people familiar with the numbers, accounting for two-thirds of the total related to the five nations, BIS data show. [Yalman Onaran. Selling More CDS on Europe Debt Raises Risk for U.S. Banks. Bloomberg. November 1 2011]

This should be read in the context of the 50% Greek haircut, although that haircut itself is in question after the Greek government decided to have a referendum on the bailout and its conditions instead of executing it outright. Because of the referendum, CDS holders, especially speculative holders, may yet win their bet.

But even if they win, this might be a repeat of AIG. A Pyrrhic victory, one might say.

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Economics Politics & government

[2454] Oh, Papandreou the socialist, the coward, the opportunist

If I were a European taxpayer seeing my money being used to bailout a near-bankrupt socialist government due to outrageous spending while I live responsibly, I would be angry. Why should I be the guarantor of a profligate? But if I wanted the Eurozone to stay intact, I would bite the bullet and angrily pay for the bailout.

If I were a European taxpayer funding the bailout, I would be fuming mad with the Greek Prime Minister Georgios Papandreou’s referendum plan. After all the hassles and the blows punched to get the money, however insufficient it is for the whole of Eurozone, Papandreou hides behind the angry masses, trying to deflect blame from the Greek government to the benefactors of the bailout facility.

The Greek government is a bunch of coward socialists, refusing to own up for its mistake, too insignificant to be bold and solve it. Papandreou may say it is done in the name of democracy, but he forgets the adjective representative. He could easily do it but no. He is afraid of the political cost and so he adopts direct democracy and gambles the whole structure for his own convenience. He wants to refresh his mandate but he has his mandate already. This is about passing the buck.

Oh, he is Papandreou the socialist, the coward, the opportunist.

But I am not a European. Yet, I am very angry at the Greek government.

I hope Greece burn. Let Papandreau fiddles while Greece burns, as Nero did when Rome did. Let us see how bad the austerity plan compares to a complete bankruptcy. Let Greece be demoted to the third world. On with the natural experiment on the socialists.