I found this while browsing the net which I think would be interesting to those who wants to know a little bit about the Tausug terrorist Musa who was killed by our forces. The article links the two to the Jabidah massacre incident in 1968. It is an interesting read.
On another note, I find it very difficult to write about anything else at the moment, with Lahad Datu occupying my attention. I am spending the bulk of my time on the net scouring for news, roaming the military forums, and of course finding out as much as I could about our security forces, downloading the impressive photos of our men and their armaments for my collection ... (heh .. blame that pinoy OBEY who got me into this ..) However, since I know nuts about military matters, I am not going to write about something I know nothing about. Leave it to the experts, I say.
My areas of knowledge are far more mundane and some can say rather shallow. I am more comfortable talking about Birkins, the must-have accessory of fashionistas, than say, the Glock Gen4 that was recently chosen by PDRM for our police. I have far better knowledge on how to spot a fake Chanel 2.55 than a fake IC.
Until a couple of years ago, I also know nuts about politics. When I decided to make Johor my base, I was determined to just do my job and not get too involved directly. I went around the state, telling myself that I was just getting to know the locals, familiarising myself with my surroundings, and finding my roots in the state where I was born. I was going to be detached from the politics.
But I wasn't prepared for the warmth, hospitality and acceptance of the people, most especially the kampung folks that I met. I have been to the fishing villages of Penyabong, the Orang Asli village of Kampung Peta, the villages near Tanjong Kapal, the folks in Pulau Pisang, the various kampungs in Kota Tinggi, Pontian, Batu Pahat, Kluang and Segamat. I couldn't help myself. I fell in love with them, think of them like they are family, because they treated me like family.
And they are largely Umno members, some are community leaders, but mostly are ordinary grassroots members who are simple folks with simple needs, forming the majority of the almost 400,000 Umno members in Johor. In some places, the social activities and way of life in the village are interwoven with the local Umno activities, that you can't separate the two. They are hardworking, honest folks, and it hurts me to read the nasty comments being hurled at these people.
It is difficult for me to just let go of the generalised insults and vile names being heaped on these people by those who have better access to modern facilities, drive more expensive cars, earn more money and have more assets than them. To me, these folks are the real Umno, and they are precious to me.