|The gathered faithful hoping for a miracle|
According to a well placed mole, the generals in the cabinet (lots of them this year) hunkered down in the basement of an Oxley Rise residence, the place where all the lightning bolts originated. The initial name "Operation Thunderstorm" was rejected because it reminded them painfully of the Hammer, used by Thor the thunder god to smash his enemies. Non-uniformed types like Goh Chok Tong are strictly excluded since they tend to score in their own goals.
More was at stake here than just the fate of a fellow brigadier general. Lim Hwee Hua the first woman minister, Zainul the potential Speaker of the House and a senior minister of state, Cynthia Phua the indefatigable bouncer at Meet-the-People-Sessions, and Ong Ye Kung the newbie destined for high office. Ong was approached for the 2006 GE, but declined to honour his family's wishes. His father, former Barisan Socialis Member of Parliament was "not comfortable with it". Unlike the cad elected into government at Pasir Ris-Punggol, Ong can hold his head high for honouring his father's contribution to the nation's turbulent birth.
The game plan is sheer genius even if it borders on the macabre. MM Lee falls into a coma. Doctors of every expertise confer and deliver an ominous prognosis, better prepare for the worst. An unprecedented by-election is called, since this is one GRC where remaining members cannot bear the extra load. After all, who can co-pilot the founding father with his terabytes of war stories? George Yeo and his A-Team ("A" for Aljunied) comes to the rescue. The opposition senses this is a military operation, and chooses not to be flattened by 55 ton Leopard tanks. It's a walkover, they don't even have to wait 35 seconds for the inevitable. The extra bonus is that the the rooting-tooting general is gone, whose embarrassing public appearances are outdone only by Teo Ser Luck's getai-style rabble rousing.
After all the dust is settled, and everybody comfortably sworn into parliament, MM Lee miraculously awakes from his nap. He reminds the astonished citizenry: "Even from my sick bed, even if you are going to lower me into the grave and I feel something is going wrong, I will get up." Mah Bow Tan chimes in with his lower HDB prices mean raiding the reserves argument. Life goes on. Oh, lest we forget, a new post is created for the reinvigorated politician - President Mentor - pays more than the Prime Minister.