Mahathirism.

Nary of our subsequent prime ministers can beat the utmost profound respect I highly held for this old, wise man here. His wicked unsurpassed intelligence in governing our - now half-disintegrated - country for decades and all of the pompous victorious achievements gained under his wing, served as strings of indispensable proofs that he is one hell of a man - the major contributor for our country, the one and only that had managed to capture my attention. For his genuine and ever-lasting dedication in serving our nation, I am truly, completely, raptly smitten. And true enough, indeed, that behind every great man, there is a great woman - but for Mahathir's case alas (ehem), that wife of his, very mischievous and that makes her very loveable upon beholding the elevated zest within her - another proof wherein age means only of naught, severely misinterpret and labelled by the half-witted society, yet rapidly accepted by us, the oafs.