Out with the old, in with the new

Out with the old, in with the new...

Or is it out with the new, in with the old.

Many people might simply just give up.

Anisah, 6 February, 0:00 (+8GMT)

People want politics to work for them.  Not politicians politicking to warm the seat of governance.

Health caution: the following might well be a satire of animals on a farm.

There was a pack of hyenas, one young heir to the pack decided to voluntarily be interred into domestic services.  He donned the collar so to speak, towed the line, fetched when he was told, lapped up the food in his bowl.  After a while, the life that was left behind seemed to offer greener pastures.  It was more free.  He managed to persuade the other domestic canines to revolt and leave.  Some were genuinely persuaded by the equality in the New Republic of Canines that they wanted to build.  Others felt that he would make a good leader of the pack, living up to his destiny when he was once heir apparent of the hyenas. 

Many other domestic animals were also persuaded by the ideals in the New Republic.  Indeed, many of the N.R.'s principles and practices were indeed what should have been, but never came to being.  All those who became willing citizens of N.R. were jubilant.  However, N.R.'s survival is still very much rocky at best.  So the new President, riding the wave of his high approval ratings, began a vigorous campaign to persuade by all means more animals who have not migrated from the Old Country to join him in the N.R. 

The farm animals in the Old Country began to feel threatened by all these new activities.  They could also not come to terms with the high uptake of N.R. by some former O.C. subjects.  By now, the O.C. knew something had to be done soon because there are already puppies, kittens, ducklings, kids, etc., who are born-citizens of N.R., those brave-new-world individuals who were never tainted by the baggage of the O.C. 

Very soon, it became tit-for-tat.  N.R. technocrats are trying their best to entice their former colleagues from the O.C. to join them.  Not to be outdone, the O.C's tried even harder to stop this brain-drain and also to recruit those new-born N.C. baby-boomers.  By then, most of the odinary farm animals in the New Republic; the chickens, the ducks, the buffaloes, had begun to see themselves as less equal among their canine leaders.  Some begin to realise that life in the Old Country might be slightly better.  Disappointment sets in.  Some animals from amongst the ducklings, the kids, the foals, including some of the aged ducks, goats, cows and horses who were disagreeable with the canine leadership began to plan for life without canines in the future.  Almost every animal is holding its breath, wishing, praying that these new breed would succeed and finally implement the New Republic that had remained elusive until now. 

Meanwhile, the canines and their former colleagues are still fighting it out over a bowl of spoiled feed.