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Umno loudmouth cowards!
KUALA LUMPUR, Dec 29, 2025: The corrupt, racial and religious bigoted Umno politicians are just loudmouth cowards good only at issuing threats.
They threatened to leave the Madani Unity Government (UG) and dump Malaysia’s 10th Prime Minister (PMX) Anwar Ibrahim.
They threatened to lodge police reports against DAP leaders for saying the court’s rejection of a thief/pencuri’s bid for “freedom” (also read as house arrest/backdoor freedom) is another gift to celebrate the New Year.
In the first place, what’s the crime for saying or celebrating the court’s upholding of law and justice against the nation’s No. 1 thief/pencuri, the corrupt, disgraced and shameless former Umno president and prime minister Najib “1MDB” Razak?
And now Puchong Umno claims it has severed ties with Pakatan Harapan (PH) in Puchong.
Puchong PH should celebrate - less men more share in allocations with the Umno-led Barisan Nasional (BN-Umno) out of the way!
So, where are your balls/marbles Umno? Just leave UG and Malaysians will surely be grateful and thankful for getting into their way of socio-economic progress.
And Umno shamelessly supports a thief/pencuri who inflicted the following on rakyat dan negara (people and country):
No News Is Bad News reproduces below a Facebook post on the cowardice of Umno:
UMNO NAK KELUAR MADANI
( A LOUD EXIT FROM A ROOM STILL FULL OF FREE FOOD)
Ha, ha.
If bluntness were a musical instrument, this would be a gong struck with a frying pan.
“UMNO nak keluar Madani,” they say—
with the same tone a man uses when announcing he’s quitting a wedding while still holding a plate of rendang and asking where the dessert table is.
THE NUMBERS THAT REFUSE TO BE ROMANTIC
UMNO, tragically, has never been good at maths.
Not hostile to numbers—just emotionally distant from them.
Eight ministers.
Five deputy ministers.
Hundreds of appointments scattered across the nation like breadcrumbs for very well-fed pigeons.
Yet someone believes all this can be abandoned strategically, as though power were a tote bag you can forget at a café and retrieve later by calling the waiter.
Numbers do not work that way.
They are cruel. They do not care about feelings, dignity, or nostalgia.
They just sit there, arms crossed, waiting for you to finish lying to yourself.
A PARTY ADDICTED TO CENTRAL HEATING
Some parties are built like hikers.
They can survive rain, hunger, and long walks through opposition wilderness.
They grow muscles where excuses used to be.
UMNO, however, is more like a cat raised in an air-conditioned condo.
It does not oppose the outdoors.
It simply believes the outdoors is an administrative error.
Take away access to power, and the machinery does not roar heroically—it coughs, looks confused, and asks who forgot to pay the electricity bill.
“Cash is king” is not a slogan.
It is a nutritional requirement.
THE THREAT THAT SOUNDS LIKE A STAND-UP ROUTINE
Every few weeks, the same announcement:
“Don’t test us.”
“We can walk away.”
“This is an insult.”
It has become less of a threat and more of a running gag—
like a fire alarm that goes off every Friday at 3pm and everyone continues drinking kopi.
If you were truly leaving, you would already be packing.
Not holding press conferences about the possibility of packing.
A man who truly intends to jump does not keep shouting,
“Look! I am about to jump!”
He just jumps.
THE GREAT MIRROR OF SELECTIVE MEMORY
Being insulted now, apparently, is unbearable.
What a revelation.
One wonders where this sensitivity was stored during earlier episodes—when allies were treated like disposable cutlery, when party structures were almost dismantled, when MPs were harvested like ripe fruit from a neighbour’s tree.
Those moments are now described as character development.
But cooperation today—this is humiliation.
Memory, it seems, works like an old hard drive:
everything inconvenient has been mysteriously corrupted.
STILL DRESSED LIKE THE BIGGEST BOSS
UMNO behaves like an aging rock star insisting on playing stadiums, even though the audience has moved on to podcasts.
Nineteen seats in the Peninsula.
Sabah doing the heavy lifting like an exhausted stagehand.
States held together by the political equivalent of masking tape.
Yet the posture remains imperial—chin up, chest out, demanding respect from a room that has quietly rearranged itself.
Power ages badly when moisturised with denial.
LEGAL WEATHER AND BORROWED UMBRELLAS
Courage is a wonderful thing—especially when it grows under shelter.
Inside the pact, everyone is bold, outspoken, untouchable.
Outside, suddenly the clouds look darker, the wind sharper, the law more attentive.
It is easy to feel invincible when consequences are on a long lunch break.
Try stepping into the rain without the umbrella and see how brave your suit really is.
GOING SOLO: A TRAVEL BROCHURE FANTASY
“Go solo,” they say, as if it were a spiritual retreat.
Yes, go solo.
Subtract Sabah.
Subtract nostalgia.
Subtract entitlement.
What remains is not a renaissance—it is a spreadsheet with bad news.
Elections are not poetry.
They are logistics, receipts, and voters who no longer clap just because you clear your throat.
JOINING OTHERS IS NOT LEADERSHIP
The alternative is joining a coalition where you are not the conductor, not even first violin—perhaps the triangle at the back, occasionally shaken.
Hierarchy is a ruthless teacher.
It clarifies who gives orders and who says “noted.”
Calling that dignity requires imagination bordering on fiction.
THE GOVERNMENT THAT DOES NOT HYPERVENTILATE
Here is the plot twist no one rehearsed for:
The government does not panic.
The seats are counted.
Recounted.
Then lunch is ordered.
Remove BN and the structure still stands—supported elsewhere, calmly, repeatedly, almost boringly.
The only thing that collapses is the myth of indispensability.
WHEN A THREAT BECOMES A GIFT
If UMNO truly leaves, positions open up.
Portfolios reshuffle.
Allies are reassured.
The government does not fall.
It might even become quieter.
Which is awkward—because it suggests the threat is not a weapon, but a donation.
LOSING WITH VOLUME DOES NOT BECOME WINNING
GE15 was not a misunderstanding.
It was a verdict.
And the proper response to losing is humility, not louder speeches, bigger gestures, and dramatic exits that never happen.
A loser who keeps shouting begins to resemble a clown who mistakes noise for relevance.
EPILOGUE: POWER IS RENTED, NOT INHERITED
Power is a lease.
The terms change.
Sometimes the landlord stops answering your calls.
UMNO is not indispensable.
It is not irreplaceable.
And it is certainly not being held hostage.
If leaving brings honour—leave.
If staying is unbearable—leave.
But stop announcing departures like a delayed flight that never boards.
The room will not collapse without you.
It has already rearranged the furniture.
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