Public space has no wrath like a writer – or an aspirant rapper - scorned. Silence the messenger, and you stir the messenger’s pot of wrath. Indeed, I feel a witch’s pot brewing.

Pour in angst, sour grapes, conviction and a dash of mischievous fun. Then simmer. Voila, the lingering brew of bitter-sweet discourse stirred by Zainah and Amir, Mahathir and Anwar, Rocky and Raja Petra (Jeff has left to join the pollies), Wee and Negarakuku. Besides two ex-ministers, the rest may just be faceless names, if not for the heavy hand of the state.

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