In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.
-- George Orwell
There are times when, to achieve short-term goals (at the micro-level), I have to disregard my need to be specific or particular in what I choose or decide -- in what, in other words, I have to do, say or think (in order to achieve such short-term goals)!
And this neccessity to disregard my need to be specific is forced upon me -- mostly on many such occasions, yes!, by the crucial factors in existence at those times and in those places -- in my own environment!
It is NOT, I admit, a genuine or bona fide solution to my problems and needs as a man -- as a lover.
But, dear readers, was my own implantation (to which I had not given my approval, consent, agreement or acceptance in any way or in any form -- and even now, in retrospect, never will!), in that momentous year 1972, a genuine or bona fide solution in the first place?
If it was, why then do I, in my effort to satisfy my needs, become reduced to such an unbearable state of FINANCIAL destitution that I have, and need, to seek FINANCIAL assistance from a governmental social welfare agency -- North West Community Development council -- in such a desperate manner?
Am I not publicly acknowledged, openly recognized, now, and widely supported too, yes, and even admired -- through my distinctive and distinguished BLOGS -- as an oppositioniost critic of the Singapore Government -- as an indomitable and individualistic writer of serious and thoughtful but also interesting, informative, enlightening and educational articles or essays of a very high quality and standard?
Did, yes!, those loving, lovable and lovely dear lonely-hearted military officers at SAFTI in 1972 -- and now officially retired -- really CARE, SHARE and BOND with me, in the first place (and even now?) -- with, in other words, my values, principles, ideas, ideals, convictions, beliefs, interests, goals and needs?
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