It was a Chinese cemetery.
It wouldn't be long before they came.
They overthrew Najib with their yellow movement.
They pitted the Malays against the Malays and as always, vilified the Indian Malaysians, who for the most part were too dopey to think for themselves.
Once they found out about our shenanigans, there'd be hell to pay.
I had a round table meeting.
Bulldoze the fucking cemetery, build condos and attract foreign investment.
It would be one way of dealing with the ethnic Chinese.
'This could be your chance to be PM again,' I told Najib.
'He's too filthy dirty for that,' said Mahathir, ' at least I buried my atrocities deep.'
Fuck it, I said to Max, let's make the Sultan of Johor the PM, Malaysia needs a good spring cleaning.
Two weeks later, when the Chinese came out in force in yellow T-shirts, there was nothing left of the four square kilometer cemetery.
Building started earnestly and for good measure, the US-backed another Twin Towers, a symbolic act of solidarity.
I was going to miss the cemetery, but really, it never came close to the one in Surabaya.
You just couldn't beat the rustic feel of the place and how the Indonesians went about their business.
Four months later, the cemetery was wiped off all maps.
I had contacts at Google and made sure that it wouldn't appear even in the Way Back Machine.
We had altered history.
When you are dead, you are dead, I told the ministers.
It was dead land anyways, added Max.
This was the stimulus that Malaysia needed.
Even Halliburton was diversifying and heavily invested in the city within the city.
'But make sure you have lots of lakes and parks,' was my only stipulation.
It wouldn't be long before they came.
They overthrew Najib with their yellow movement.
They pitted the Malays against the Malays and as always, vilified the Indian Malaysians, who for the most part were too dopey to think for themselves.
Once they found out about our shenanigans, there'd be hell to pay.
I had a round table meeting.
Bulldoze the fucking cemetery, build condos and attract foreign investment.
It would be one way of dealing with the ethnic Chinese.
'This could be your chance to be PM again,' I told Najib.
'He's too filthy dirty for that,' said Mahathir, ' at least I buried my atrocities deep.'
Fuck it, I said to Max, let's make the Sultan of Johor the PM, Malaysia needs a good spring cleaning.
Two weeks later, when the Chinese came out in force in yellow T-shirts, there was nothing left of the four square kilometer cemetery.
Building started earnestly and for good measure, the US-backed another Twin Towers, a symbolic act of solidarity.
I was going to miss the cemetery, but really, it never came close to the one in Surabaya.
You just couldn't beat the rustic feel of the place and how the Indonesians went about their business.
Four months later, the cemetery was wiped off all maps.
I had contacts at Google and made sure that it wouldn't appear even in the Way Back Machine.
We had altered history.
When you are dead, you are dead, I told the ministers.
It was dead land anyways, added Max.
This was the stimulus that Malaysia needed.
Even Halliburton was diversifying and heavily invested in the city within the city.
'But make sure you have lots of lakes and parks,' was my only stipulation.
