THE POLITICS AND SCIENCE OF MODERN GOVERNMENTS (OR, HOW TO CONTROL THE CITIZENS' MINDS -- THROUGH THE USE OF MODERN TELECOMMUNICATIONS TECHNOLOGY))

OF ORBITING

COMMUNICATIONS

SATELLITES, TRAVELLING

RADIO SIGNALS AND WAVES,

RESPONDING

BRAIN ELECTRICAL IMPULSES,

OPERATING

WIRELESS SURVEILLANCE

TECHNOLOGIES, RELAYING

ELECTRONIC IMAGES AND

VOICES, AND A HOPELESSLY

BRAINWASHED SOCIETY!

Mistakenly but perhaps inevitably, relativity became confused with relativism .... No one was more distressed than Einstein by this public misapprehension.

-- PAUL JOHNSON, "A Relativistic World"
MODERN TIMES: The World from the Twenties to the Nineties
(Revised Edition) [New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 1991]


Electric charge is an inherent property of matter.

Electronic inter-communication, inter-connecting and inter-linking human beings over a distance, is made possible by the use of communications satellites orbiting above the earth -- relaying (receiving and transmitting) radio signals or waves or beams to and from and among their points or locations on earth, with the help of ground stations on earth (electrical installations).

Such radio and television communications systems carry and relay radio and television signals (electronic images and voices; or electronic pictures and sounds) through space by radio waves.

Modern governments can control our citizens' brains -- with their electrical impulses -- with the transmission and reception of such electric radio signals, which affect and influence our mental activities: our consciousness; our sensations; our thoughts; our speeches; our memories; our emotions; our character; our behaviour; and our skills.

Used by modern governments against detainees (political or criminal), such telecommunication technology and surveillance techniques, based on communications satellite systems, and using some, or a combination or all of these electronic systems, devices and instruments (such as radio, handphone, broadcasting and telecasting), can be employed as the basis for brainwashing (IN OFTEN IRRATIONAL AND BRUTISH WAYS) troublesome, unruly, disruptive and other targetted citizens -- by isolating them, by (personally) humiliating them, by disorientating them, by (systematically) indoctrinating them, and by (alternately ) punishing and rewarding these victims, whose individual wills are subjected to such political manipulation, generally without their knowledge, and against their wishes.

PERSONAL COMMENTARY:

For more than 36 long years now, the Singapore Government has been trying to brainwash me. It is against my wishes indeed -- and hence I'm unhappy and unwilling to be such a victim. It is also done without my knowledge -- and hence I "can't tell pork from veal"! I have, for too long, been working, playing and living poorly in the dark. But I will tell you this -- positively: I will not let myself be subjected to any such political manipulation any further by Singaporean politicos!

I'm going to dig out the crucial identities and personal particulars of ALL those men (and, especially, women) who are -- and have been -- behind the (main) scene taking place on the front stage -- from their secret hide-outs at the backstage (controllong and influencing the events of my life -- as well as my ideas and my personality, since when they first came into the picture of my life -- from, yes, to repeat, way back when?).

All those wasted, lost and missing years ago -- and I was totally in the dark ("couldn't tell pork from veal," truly!)! And only now do I have any recourse to set things right and in the proper order of my values, principles and rights!

Yes, I'm turning to myself for help! I'm my own best source of help! (Who can really aid me, in any way?) I understand my own needs, goals, values, principles, views and rights better than anyone else! And what do I know about this small country and its people? That it is divided by such differences as race, religion, sect, clan, language, dialect, sectarianism and fanaticism! And that it requires a ruler who knows economics and the scienceof administration!

I know best my own manly abilities and virtues -- such as courage, confidence, resourcefulness, self-understanding, ambition, and my indomitable spirit and strong desire for attaining achievement as a dissenting modernist working-class writer!

I wish Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle are in charge or control! They are at least more accessible to a writer and intellectual like me! Yes, more mature and wiser enough to perform their tasks and roles -- in productive unison and harmonious synchronisation -- oh! that's the way! [Not in the way of those childish, boyish, girlish, playful and infantile -- but extremely cruel "human beings" who didn't -- and still don't -- know what is RESPECT and PRIVACY (especially for a thinking Senior Citizen like me)!]

Yes, these controllers are HYPOCRITES! Hypocrisy is the greatest crime of all! It is the cause of so much human sufferings, miseries, anger, pain, hurt, sorrow, bitterness, misfortunes, destruction (of the self and of others) and even death! (Hey, Tan Hong Huat, you're full of it! Do you know what it means to have harmony, beauty, originality, independence, individuality, neatness, democracy, liberty, opportunity, honesty, truthfulness, and unyielding hope? Yes, for those determined to live, play and work well? Do they have them -- as much as I do? By, and through, sheer resistance and persistence!) And by what kind of power -- and what kind of leaders -- are we going to be ruled? Traditional? Religious? Racial? Economic? Military? Or the great ELITE? (who has acquired the ideology and the techniques and, and above all, the VERNACULAR of modern Western politics!).

First Statement On My Intention Now:

I declare that I prefer to remain as I am now -- admittedly at a financial and logistical disadvantage -- rather than to sell myself to the fucking PAP Singapore -- especially when it is at its most egregious moment!! I just want to fight for my self-respect and to defend my own privacy and rights! (Especially at home in my own house!) That's all I've got to say!

To paraphrase Neil Young:

The first thing you people have to understand about me is that no one -- not even any "leader" from the PAP Government or The Establishment -- tells me what to do! Never! It's just NOT going to work! I'm not going to listen, simple as that! What I'm saying is that I don't give a damn! Never have! Never will! And I do what I do, and I always have done! It's all I can do! I can't do anything else! If that means fighting against the Establishment over every article or book every time I write, then that's the way it's gotta be! It doesn't really bother me! You can't stand still! You don't stop, ever! If you stop, you're dead! And I'm not ready for that!

So I keep writing! And I don't care what people think! I just want to keep writing! I want to keep my mind sharp, my heart sensitive, my body alive, and my senses alert. Hey, that's my work! Working well! And to live well? My aim of living well has a criterion -- of genuine value! And to play well? Happiness, for me, must lie --always! -- in the present (as an achievement!).

Second Statement On My Intention Now:

I'm struggling as an independent, freedom-loving and thinking individualist against the collective spirit of a whole society (as determined by the elitist Establishment) -- sadly fettered by modern organizations, modern unreflectiveness and modern popular passions. (Are you listening to me, and receiving this new truth of mine -- my precious thoughts -- with a positive and respectful responsiveness?)

I've supposedly or allegedly "dangerous" thoughts about our social and political system and they are worried and fearful that I'll "infect" all these square holes and strait-laced roses (and yet still many others who're all too compromised by the system -- yes, to the hilt!) with my civilised "discontents" -- that's the position of someone who has been, for too long and inexplicably -- to yours truly, considered (i) a round peg in a square hole; and (ii) a horny thorn among the strait-laced roses (in the female comunity of the Estabnlishment)!

To paraphrase all those romantic singers and lyricists:

I'm a man who will fight for the honour of those square holes and strait-laced roses -- for the glory of LOVE! Ha! Ha! Ha! [Well, those Ladies in Red are certainly more desirable -- surely more honorable and gloriously memorable -- than those Ladies of the Night, who were -- at least and in reality and in actual practice -- AT (and BY) my side, and with whom I'd penetrative sexual intercourse in such a fitting manner! -- ah yes!, those wonderful Asian (especially and most recently, Chinese) Beauties that I've been patronizing for so long now!]

On Meeting the Wise (And Invisible) Leaders of the Singapore Establishment/Government

WHERE I LIVE,

LIFE GETS BETTER!


(Even though these invisible "people" up there -- always listening and othen talking -- are going to continue to be so intrusive, invasive and maybe even abusive...)

QUESTIONS FROM

THE ESTABLISHMENT

(AND MY CONFIDENT REPLIES):


ISD/SPF/MSD/PAP/SG:

Fucker, you're feeling so safe and secure -- ensconced inside your writer's "office" -- your "mountain-island hide-out" -- filled with various documents and evidences (paper ones!) of governmental lies, misdeeds and crimes -- do you know that your old relative also knows about your "plight"? -- yes!, I urge you to share this knowledge of government excesses and criminalities with the Singapore public!

I don't count on your preserving our dignity, self-respect, honour and self-image (yes, to let us NOT be deflated -- in terms of our fuckingly BIG, BIG EGOs)!

Well, let the public READ what you will reveal in your blogs, you blockhead and numskull! But what else can they do?

It's just coffeetable talk!

Let them overstuff themselves with all your "revealing" fuckshits! [For that is what they really are -- all your "important revelations"! For we'll prove, beyond all reasonable doubts, that you are just an ex-psycho who is also, yes, only a bitter ex-MSD employee (hmm...) out to create trouble and mischief for the PAP Government, by resurrecting old events and old "criminal" cases of what you, a registered psycho at Woodbridge, are going to tell the public about -- the so-called "truth" behind all this VENEER of Propriety, Goodness and highly-trained Ability -- by framing the PAP Government for its so-called abuses of power and for misleading the public with its attempt to disguise and cover up its past misdeeds!]

David Chua Chuan Seah :

Hey, you buggers! I fuck the PAP and SG leaders with a clear and good conscience -- just what you idiotic and moronic bastards deserve! That's why I'm resisting you people!

PAP/MSD/ISD/SPF/SG :

Why do you NOT support ex-Preident Bush of the United States?

My Damning Answer:

To quote Winston Churchill, the great British Statesman (of war-time Great Britain): "The statesman who yields to war fever must realize that, once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events."

Sirs, with due respect, isn't that what was exactly happening in the War in Iraq?

PAP/SG/ISD/SPF/MSD :

Why do you still insist on being a dissenter?

My Honest, Refined, Manly, Gentle and Intelligent Reply:

To quote Edward R. Murrow (pioneer Western TV journalist): "We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty. When the loyal opposition (and that includes dissenters who aren't political opponents from a political party -- my own comment...) dies, I think the soul of a country dies with it." Think about it!

Members of Singapore's Arts, Culture, Literary and Academic (and Journalistic) Community:

Should one's ENERGY (assuming one has that kind of exuberance and infectious ENERGY in the first place) -- yes, should one's enthusiastic energy, as a writer (or as a member of the Arts, Culture, Literary, Academic and Journalistic Community), be MOSTLY, or if at all, DRIVEN by one's INTELLECT primarily?

My Artistically Challenging (Because Unlicensed) Reply:

Primarily, of course! The trouble with the local press is that it is a supine and acquiescient part of the government-controlled mass media in Singapore!

PAP Government Leaders/Postmodern Members of the Establishment:

Hey, you fucking bastard! Be realistic! We can't tell people the truth! Get that into your fucking head!

David Chua Chuan Seah :

I dispute that claim: I can still tell the truth -- yes, to tell it like it is! I am not one of you people! I know which side I am on. Otherwise, we will all become mad!

MY LAST WORD ON MY RECENT IMPRISONMENT AT QUEENSTOWN PRISON, SINGAPORE

THE WINDS OF CHANGE --

BLOWING FINALLY AT

QUEENSTOWN REMAND

PRISON


THE MOMENT OF TRUTH-

TELLING

BY A DISSENTING WRITER

WITH A VOICE OF

CONSCIENCE


OF THIS TIME, OF THAT PLACE,

IN THE EVENT, UNDER

THE CIRCUMSTANCES --

IN THE END, A GLORIOUS

AFFIRMATION OF MYSELF --

AS A MAN, HUMAN BEING,

CITIZEN AND

UNCOMPROMISING,

NON-CONFORMIST

WORKING CLASS WRITER



When the children sing, then the new world begins ....
No more presidents, and all the wars will end!

-- WHITE LION, When The Children Cry


"Truth crushed to earth shall rise again," and the opinion which would finally result from investigation does not depend on how anybody may actually think. But the reality of that which is real does depend on the real fact that investigation is destined to lead, at last, if continued long enough, to a belief in it.

-- CHARLES S. PIERCE (1839 - 1914), "How To Make Our Ideas Clear" (1878)



Where was I and what was I doing during the last two months?

I HAD last posted my independent blog entry sometime in February 2009. What was the lapse into (expected and predictable?) silence all of a sudden all about?

Yes, I was indeed arrested by the law enforcement authorities -- not presumably for my political writings but for the alleged criminal offence of shoplifting [to which I had pleaded guilty to the Honourable judges in our Kangaroo Court and for which I was sentenced to nearly 2 long, monotonous months, from 18.2.2009 to 15.4.2009, in jail at Queenstown Prison (where I was unfortunate enough to have met the "Psycho from Chicago" -- a truly sick bastard! -- at the Sick Bay). This period of imprisonment included, at the beginning, a bizarre 13 days of incarceration at the IMH, where I was remanded in the ward specifically designed for observation, by the psychiatrists, of those who are suspected to be "criminally insane"! (This was the ward where, on the last night of my stay there, I was so emotionally affected that I cried unabashedly and declared, to myself -- or to perhaps anyone out there, yes, the invisible listeners and talkers! -- that my greatest wish then is to emigrate to the Land of the Free -- America! To seek fame, fortune and freedom!)

In the early weeks of my imprisonment at Queenstown Remand Prison, I kept asking myself and those invisible bastards, repeatedly, like a hippie from Sixties slowly getting stoned: Why am I here? What am I doing here? I shouldn't be here! Well, dear fellow readers and bloggers, I survived all that basically boring prison experiences and here I am, once again, letting it all hang out -- with renewed energy and enthusiasm and a stronger sense of purpose. (But the sheer boredom was a blessing in disguise: The time spent there could have been one of the -- or even THE -- worst experiences of my life -- had those invisible bastards succeeded in executing their crazed "scenarios"!)


And why wasn't it so? Thank Heavens (who else?) for what took place in my prison cell as a member of the Artistic Community of the human race! For I was able, inadvertently or unintentionally, to cause a great commotion or stir or upheaval in this great damn prison building -- inside one of this Queenstown Remand Prison cell, where I stunned the no-nonsense prison officers -- and by extension, all the dull Singapore Government authoritative figures -- with a masterly virtuoso artistic performance on my drumming kit -- in fact, none other than the plastic kit box used to contain our prison belongings -- with such emotional sensitivity and power and undeniable artistic integrity, as I beat away at my "drum" loudly, confidently and authoritatively -- for two amazing days and one glorious night! It was indeed History made in prison by a special citizen and winning writer! Yes, that prison-cell's location for my artful "drum-beating" in a magical two-day-and-one-night session was for a thorough and combined display of my powerful, confident and resurgent mind, heart, soul and bodily sensations! It was a wonderful affirmation of myself -- as a man, human being, citizen and writer! Needless to say, for daring to display such "offensive" and "insubordinate" show of rebellion, attitude and ill-discipline, I was duly punished under internal prison rules and regulations! But what a triumph of my indomitable spirit! (And what an impressive surprise it was -- to even my own self!)

Well, one of these days in my old age, as the sun shines down on the placid water of a lake (on whose shore I would be resting by in one of those fine days of my retirement), a question would be asked by a child of tomorrow: Why did you do it? Why? And I would reply to this child by my side: Well, in the fucking prison cell,I just did what I did, what I had to do -- instinctively, emotionally, and intuitively: I simply reacted and responded to the agitated state of mind I was in at that time; to the confused situation I was forced to be put into (namely, being placed into solitary confinement -- after being caught masturbating in another cell by disgusted, disapproving and complaining fellow prison-mates); and, lastly, to the realisation and consciousness of what I would be facing and experiencing if I was brought down -- by those fucking bastardised controllers! -- to the disordered condition of mental and bodily depravation, degradation and devastation -- a reaction based on the fucking "scenarios" suggested to me, by the fucking bastards (those idiotic and moronic invisible controllers!), earlier at IMH's Criminally Insane Wards --during those crazy 13 days of my semi-conscious state of awareness!

Well, I would also tell this child of tomorrow: You gotta make your own kind of music -- as a rock balladeer used to sing -- and sing your own special songs, even if nobody else sing no more! (And I did just that -- beating my special and unique "drum" with total abandon in the fucking prison cell! It turned out to be a tour de force!)

I had started the fire in my heart for the great confrontation ahead! -- with the help of all those penetrating eyes, pervasive ears, and ubiquitous mouths orbiting high up there Stunnng! in the great blue wonderful sky! Stuning! All these important events and happenings occuring inmy own lifeime -- working their tricks on me, all the way right through my whole miserable life so far! And I do wonder, still I greatly wonder: Who will truly stop the damn fucking rain? (A waiter like me? Practising politics? But I'm still in the mood for a great melody -- spinning my songs for the long, long nights ahead! Yes, sing me a song tonight, Piano Man! And I feel the minutes ticking by..... I don't feel the hours as they fly ......

MY LAST WORD ON THESE FUCKING BASTARDS -- THESE INVISIBLE CONTROLLERS:

All of them are imbeciles -- ALL! (Life unbearable? Or work unbearable? Or living itself unbearable?)

Let me tell you this, guys and gals: As long as one can still see the light in the dark (cell), one should be clear, firm, definite, certain, sure and convinced about what one does and says. That is all!