Of Zombie politics and Plato's cave

In a Malaysian hypermodern age of "zombie politics" in which everyday becomes the night of the living dead and a last Strolling Bones-bash in a horrifying picture show wherein Texas Chainsaw murderers run amuck to the music of Michael Jackson's thriller played backwards, the best defense lies within oneself.

The Platonic cave in each and every human being called "public servant"/"elected representative" must be a theatre of existentialism in which the absurdities of "zombie politics" must be rationally challenged.

But what is this "zombie politics" that is now a feature of Malaysia? It is a more advanced plane than the depth of a sinking ship. It is more than just a corrupted political stage. It is all these; an abyss reminiscence of a break-dancing street of the zombies in Jack Sparrow's Pirates of the Caribbean in which the corrupted en block as a political front has died many times over from the disease of corruption of power and wealth intoxicated, and now walking around like "zombies realpolitik" spreading the plague both inside and outside of cyberspace.

It seems like a hopeless situation. Like a scene in Albert Camus's story of despair, desolation, and dehumanization. But there is still Plato's cave, many an aspiring philosopher-ruler wish to retreat into. A place wherein Socrates and the sages of the past live; an abode in which the wise are always willing to show humanity a true reflection of itself.

But for a serious subject as "zombie politics" we might prefer a different version of "Thriller":