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That Siti Hikmawatty is stupid is a given fact. What else can explain an official for the Commission for the Protection of Indonesia Children (KPAI), and supposedly a one-time academic, would say that women can get pregnant from swimming in a pool with men?
Her stupidity is stupendous. In apologizing for her statement she said she had been inaccurate but it was a “personal” statement rather than a position held by the KPAI.
As if that would make everyone feel better. A commissioner holding such views is as fatal to the reputation of the KPAI, and not being dismissed, wrecks the same damage as if the KPAI held this view.
She also has no integrity. Instead of accepting responsibility for such an atrocious and outrageous statement, she has not offered to resign.
But that is Siti living up to the adage that “stupid is as stupid does”.
The questions of culpability that aren’t being asked around Siti are more demoralizing for the nation.
Specifically, how did someone of the lack of intelligence got appointed to the KPAI in the first place? Who was responsible for appointing her? Why aren’t they being held accountable for putting such a doozie in a commission that has a huge impact on the lives of our children?
Also, why hasn’t the KPAI, or the Minister in charge sacked her after she made the statement? By allowing her to continue her tenure at the commission, you have one dangerously stupid commissioner being in the the braintrust to protect Indonesian children.
There is also the question of how many Sitis there are out there, sitting in positions of influence and responsibility with intellects that aren’t enough to tie their own shoelaces with but who preside over policy and our lives.
What do you think? Should Indonesians, specially its netizens, continue to ridicule and deride Siti? Of should they train their acerbic keyboards at those who put her in place and who, through inaction, keep her in her position?
This is what I wrote for the Palm Scribe about the defensive palm oil bosses in Malaysia when it comes to NGOs
I always find it laughable when corporations blame the bad publicity they receive on “black campaigns” waged by their rivals. It is laughable because most of the time the bad publicity they receive is a reflection of their dismal inability to communicate well. Yet rather than to hold up a mirror and undertake to do things better, they take the easy and escapist way out by blaming others. Major players in the palm oil industry fall in the same category of inept and defensive corporations. This is especially so in Malaysia where corporations and institutions have not had to contend in a free marketplace of ideas where the media is concerned, because the media is so tame and controlled in that country. It was therefore unsurprising to read the story below headlined: “Malaysian Palm oil bosses urge action against ‘toxic’ environment groups’Click here to read more
There is so much to say about The Martial Camp 2020 that I’m dividing it into several postings. This posting contains a general overview of the camp, in the next postings (haven’t decided how many yet) I’ll describe the masters and what they taught. Since there were so many other fellow martial artists at the camp I hope they’ll also chip in in the comments to provide a more complete picture of the very enjoyable experience.
There were 43 of us who had made our journey to the northern Thai city of Chiang Mai from all corners of the globe for a two-week Martial Arts camp.
One came all the way from Chile, another was a woman doctor from Kirghistan. There was a young man from Egypt, a logistics professional from Panama and a Chinese healer from Madrid. There were Europeans, Australians, Brits, Americans and Asians.
We were varied. We had different skills and learned different types of martial arts whether they were Taiji, Wing Chun, Shaolin, Xingyi or Systema.
We had one thing in common though: the fascination and love for the spirit of the martial arts, which, when you get down to it, is about self-cultivation, or getting the mind to be able to command the body to do exactly what we want it to do.
Most of us had seen the YouTube interviews that Martial Man Kieren Krygier had made of martial arts masters, mainly based in Asia. Some of the masters were seemingly capable of mind-defying feats such as sending people reeling with a touch or gentle push. They looked too good to be true, yet we’ve seen others do it or heard of such incidents from friends.
So when the prospect of not only meeting but getting to touch hands with not one but five of these masters presented itself, we all couldn’t resist but to see and feel for ourselves if these feats are real. And if they are, how we can get close to replicating these abilities for ourselves.
Moreover, it was a great opportunity to learn and experience first-hand the abilities and philosophies of masters other than our own, so that we had a better basis of judging the soundness of the styles and trainings we had chosen.
Some of us, to me, were skeptical pilgrims, seeking the Holy Grail of the soft martial arts – the ability to activate our internal energy in our practice of a martial art. We want to believe that these feats are possible but won’t do so unless we can validate them for ourselves. Others were less skeptical and more New Age, already believing in chakras, healing, energy work, auras and blue pea tea before they got to camp.
Regardless, we all signed up for The Martial Camp that was organized by Kieran and his Thai partner, who goes by the nickname of Soda.
This is the second year that the Martial Camp is being organized and it was located at Belle Villa Resort, about 45 minutes drive from central Chiang Mai. Set in the hills it was cool (about 15 degrees C in the mornings) and surrounded by lush forests, a perfect setting for the trainings we were about to receive.
We arrived via different flights to the camp on January 9 and had a great time getting to know the different participants, some of whom had flown over 30 hours just for this event.
Over the next 13 days we would get to listen to and receive instructions from the five masters Kieran had curated for the camp: Adam Mizner (Yang Style Taiji), Nima King (Wing Chun, of the Cho Shon Ting lineage), Yap Boh Heong (Five Ancestors Fist and Wu Mei), Liang De Hua (also Yang style Taiji) and Huai Hsiang Wang (Prana Dynamics).
The masters had their own take on things but a common thread to their teachings was the importance of posture and relaxation of the muscles and joints to ensure a free flow of energy, whether it be called Chi, Prana or some another term, throughout the body. They also delved at length into activating the fascia as opposed to the muscles for powerful movements. They also spoke about Daosit beliefs and philosophy.
This is not exactly new stuff to someone who had read widely about martial arts, especially the soft styles (as opposed to the hard ones like Karate and Tae Kwon Do) but the value in their instruction was in providing greater nuances and dimensions to our understanding of how to go about activating the internal energy.
To their credit, the masters were responsive in answering questions and most of them were very hands-on, allowing us to touch hands with them to feel the power. (I’ll get into the details of each of thee masters in subsequent postings but in this post I’ll focus on an overview of the camp).
We had two days of instructions and training with each of the masters. There were break days in between to give us some variety and to see a bit more about Chiangmai and we spent a couple of days exploring temples (what else in Thailand?), listen to a funny monk explain about Buddhism, visit an elephant sanctuary, Chiang Mai’s Night market and attending a Muay Thai fight night.
In between we had great conversations with each other and the masters. Many of us, knowing how political and petty martial arts circles can be, marveled at how so many martial artists can be in one place and get along so well. There was no up-manship, or chest thumping, only convivial and warm exchanges of experience and information. many of us made friendships that may yet prove resilient against time and distance.
The resort we stayed at was clean, well kept and apart from some lousy WiFi connection in the rooms, was ideal. The buffet meals got a bit monotonous though but it was inevitable, given that the chef had to cater to so many different cultural palettes for nearly two weeks. Relief, however, was at hand in the local restaurants nearby where we lapped up the Tom yum, som tum and other local dishes. On the final night, we were treated to an outdoor barbecue, complete with fireworks.
The Camp was definitely worth traveling to and paying for (not that much, considering that all food and lodging was catered for) and everyone I spoke to felt that we had gained something valuable, either a new exercise, a new perspective, new friends, or a deeper understanding of what we needed to do to make our own training more effective and to become better martial artists.
As hosts Kieran and Soda were always on site and attentive to our needs or questions. I think that anyone who’s serious about their martial arts and who possess an open mind that there are always valuable things to learn from other masters should go for at least one of these camps.
In my next postings I’ll discuss more about the masters, what they thought and whether they are able to walk the talk when it comes to channeling their internal energy onto others.
Note: All photos taken from The Martial Man Facebook page with the gracious permission of Kieran.
Landing in Kuala Lumpur’s low-cost and international airport a couple of days just before Chinese New Year is depressing.
There are perfunctory signboards and decorations to mark the Lunar new year but there is nothing festive about it. There is no longer the annoying raucous Chinese New Year music that used to annoy me but now I miss.
The upbeat tunes full of drum beats, cymbal clashes and effusive lyrics wishing prosperity, luck and whatnot are no longer played over the public address system and even in shops and restaurants.
It’s as if Chinese New Year has to sneak into Malaysia, afraid of making any noise lest it annoy the Ketuanan of this land.
So a muted silence prevails and, combined with the under-air-conditioned halls in the low-cost and international airports give the visitor the nuances of a joyless country. (I landed at the low-cost airport from busy, vibrant Chiang Mai and then went to the international airport to wait for someone to arrive)
Was it so long ago when Malaysians would be so proud because everyone celebrated everyone else’s festive days? Or have I been reimagining my past life in Malaysia?
A battle royale is raging on Twitter between established online media houses including kompas.com, kumparan.com and professional buzzer @Kurawa and so far there have been threats of legal suits, applying the Draconian UU ITE and others. The story unfolded on January 5 when Rudy Valinka, aka … Continue reading Kurawa, Big Media, and the GoodBener who would be president