tell me about it

I’m all for a good competition.  Competition sharpens ambition, it raises the bar and the standard of the playing field, and makes things a little more fun, really.  Even if one team isn’t quite as good as the other, there’s still a lot to look forward to.  Underdogs can topple a champion, or champions may prevail.  Results are never straight-forward; may the best man win.

It’s when one opponent is laughably bad and makes the stupidest mistakes that competition becomes a farce.

Oh, our lovely little unnamed politickal party with a bankrupt man at its head.  What on earth are you doing?  How seriously dumb can you get?  Will this latest shenanigan really win over the hearts of Singaporeans?  Men ranting about non-issues to whoever will listen, and being utterly mule-headed and stubborn.  No less than the honorable Lee*s have filed suit against you, but like that’s not enough, you still go out and sell more copies of your little paper.

Rats are already fleeing the sinking ship but Atap Ch*ee is brainlessly clinging on like the captain of a ship with misguided loyalty, like a terrier who won’t let go even after his skull has been caved in with a large iron bar.

I’ll give him this much, he’s a tenacious little bugger.