THE TAXIDRIVER PICKED THE JILTED GHOST ATLANTUYA RELATES TO HIM WHAT REALY HAPPEN ROSMAH SNATCH NAJIB FROM HIS FIRST WIFE I WANT TO SNATCH HIM FROM HER BUT SHE BLEW ME UP WITH C4
this article was reason why my previous blog was c4ed i just retrieved it last hits for this 10000
POLITICIANS CAN LEARN ABOUT CHANGE FROM ROSMAH THE LADY WHO
CHANGE HER LIFE BY SNATCHING HUSBANDATLANTUYA WANTS PRIME MINISTER AS COMPANY.SHE IS FEELING LONELY BECAUSE RAZAK BAGINDA JILTED HER TO PURSUE HIS PH.D IN ENGLAND.HER CHILDREN IN MONGOLIA STILL THINKING THAT THEIR MOTHER WILL COME BACK SOMEDAY WITH LOT OF COOKIES AND SWEETS FROM MALAYSIA . UNFORTUNATELY, PM DID NOT MENTIONED ABOUT SWEETS AND COOKIES FOR THEM YESTERDAY.
FACE TO FACE THE TAXIDRIVER PICKED GHOST ATLANTUYA
ATLANTUYA RELATES TO HIM WHAT REALY HAPPEN
WHAT DID HE MEAN BY ‘TENTATIVE CHARGE BUT ALL IS NOT LOST’?
On 11th October, Malaysia Today carried a post entitled ‘Abuse of power by the Deputy Prime Minister’ that laid out a series of sms’es alleged to have passed between Najib and senior lawyer Shafee Abdullah in relation to Razak Baginda’s arrest and remand in the days before Baginda was charged.
Najib was publicly asked to comment about these sms’es and he never denied the authenticity of the same.
Now, there’s one other exchange of sms’es, this time allegedly between Razak Baginda and Najib. I do not recall Najib himself having ever addressed or denied or admitted the correctness or otherwise of these sms’es directly, as he did with the series of sms’es referred to in the MT posting.
I am referring to the 2 sms’es mentioned at paragraphs 51 and 52 of the first statutory declaration of private investigator Balasubramaniam. Let me reproduce below both paragraphs 51 and 52 of that first statutory declaration.
51. On the day Abdul Razak Baginda was arrested, I was with him at his lawyers office at 6.30am. Abdul Razak Baginda informed us that he had sent Najib Razak an SMS the evening before as he refused to believe he was to be arrested, but had not received a response.
52. Shortly thereafter, at about 7.30am, Abdul Razak Baginda received an SMS from Najib Razak and showed, this message to both myself and his lawyer. This message read as follows: “ I am seeing IGP at 11am today … matter will be solved … be cool”.
Like all of you, I am aware of Bala’s second statutory declaration contradicting the first, but we also have to acknowledge that the circumstances surrounding the making and public announcement of the second statutory declaration, and the subsequent disappearance of the maker of both, might make it prudent for us to defer adjudging which of the two statutory declarations narrates the truth until such time that Bala is available to fully disclose andexplain the circumstances surrounding the making of both statutory delcarations.AS THE TAXI DRIVER SAW…ALTANTUYA’S LAST HOURS.
Her last journey starts at night when she gives a slip to bala’s men watching her movements, she took her last taxi ride from hotel Malaya to bagindas house. What could have been the topic of her discussion with the taxi driver? Was he the one who took down the car registration no, which was used in a grab at bagindas house?.
What she told about own P.I WHO abandon her at the last moment, she was helpless? As the taxi stop she was grabbed and bundled into that car and driven off. If only they had waited, for the taxi go then they had grabbed her, they could have pull off the perfect encounter.
With her name erased from the immigration entries, she will be in the missing persons list. But god was on her side that day, because she had to be scarified, in order to bring to open the evil forces that are planning to rule this country. But to PAS PRESIDENT it just a murder why we have to make it an issue out of it?
The taxi driver went back to the stand at hotel Malaya to be confronted by the victim’s cousin sister to whom he gave the vital informations. The Rest is history…………………………
NOW LISTEN TO THE VOICES FROM THE JUNGLES OR THIS IS AN ACCONT OF THE PERSON WITH CONSCIENCE WHO WAS AT PLACE OF THE TORTURE CHAMBER.
‘I don’t know where they are taking me. At first I thought they would take me to the police station and question me, but we seem to be going away from the city. Maybe they are taking me to the airport and throwing me out of the country. More than half an hour later the car enters a gated driveway leading to a double-story bungalow in a big garden. It’s a very quiet area and I have no idea where I am. I feel very worried about the situation, but I try my best to look calm.
One of the men tells the lady something in Malay and she nods and returns to the car. The men then push me inside the house and force me to go upstairs. I am beginning to feel frightened, because this is definitely not a police station. What will they do to me?
One man opens a bedroom door and the other pushes me inside. I fear they may try to rape me as we appear to be alone in this big house. The men ask me for my handbag and they take away my watch, cellphone and jewelry. Then they push me inside a big empty wardrobe and shut the door. It is very dark and musty inside and I hear a key turning in the wardrobe door. I hear the men’s voices discussing something, then they leave the room, and I am alone in the total darkness. I can hear my heart pounding very loudly. The sound of traffic from a great distance tells me we are quite far from the city.
I have no sense of time. I may have dozed off after an hour, I can’t be sure. My stomach is growling, so it must be long after dinner time. I feel stiff and uncomfortable and my bladder is ready to burst. Amy must be wondering why I am not back at the hotel yet. I hope she will call Ang to enquire about me at the police station. That Razak is a coward. He dare not face me. Instead he has asked the police to kidnap me….
There are voices in the room and a key turns. The wardrobe door opens and I see several figures as my eyes adjust to the light. They are wearing black hoods and I can see only their eyes – but two of them are women. I am dragged out roughly and pushed on the floor. Now I am really scared. These people are dangerous, they are not behaving like police officers at all, more like members of a secret society.
While one of the hooded men lifts me off the floor, the large woman is shouting angrily at me, calling me all kinds of names. Suddenly she steps forward and slaps me very hard across the face – again and again and again – while my arms are held tight by the men. Tears sting my raw cheeks and totally crazy, like a demon. Sometimes she shouts at me in English and then she says something in Malay. The other woman steps forward and tears the front of my dress with great force. She pulls off my bra and gags me with it, and then she yanks down my panties, so they are around my ankles.
The men push me to the floor and take turns raping me. One tries to sodomize me but gives up and forces himself into my mouth instead. I bite him and he screams in pain and hits my head very hard, till I almost lose consciousness. This is a horrible nightmare. It can’t be happening to me! Who are these insane people? They can’t be policemen! They are monsters! I can hear the large woman laughing like a witch…
Suddenly I am looking at the scene from somewhere above. My body is badly bruised and almost numb with shock. It’s a strange feeling, to feel so detached from my body. I feel no anger. Only sadness and pity for my attackers who are so depraved they are no longer human. I know I will never see my family and friends again, because these people intend to kill me.
I am back in my body and it hurts all over. The woman is mercilessly beating me with a cane and kicking me while the others stand back. She keeps whacking my genitals until I feel nothing… then I am thankfully out of my body again.
I watch my unconscious body being carried downstairs. They tape my mouth shut and tie my hands and feet tight with plastic rope. Then they throw me into the back of a 4-wheel-drive and slam the door shut. The vehicle drives off, followed by two other cars.
After a long time the 4-wheel-drive stops and a few people climb into it. The road is very bad and bumpy but I am hovering close to my body, observing everything that happens. There is no more sound of traffic. We must be in the jungle somewhere because all I can hear are insects chirping loudly, and heavy breathing as my body is placed on a stretcher and carried by two men along a jungle path.
When they finally stop and put down the stretcher I hear the woman’s voice again. Cold water is thrown on my face and I return to my body with a jerk. Slowly I try to open my eyes but I can’t focus on anything because it is very dark, except for the flashlights carried by a few of my abductors. The woman’s voice is very close to my ear as she hisses: “So long, Aminah. Lovely to meet you at last. Have a pleasant journey.” She laughs grotesquely and rips off the tape covering my mouth. “I want to hear you scream. Do you have any last words… dear Aminah?” She has removed her hood so I can see her face. It’s a very cruel face indeed. The others are not wearing hoods but I don’t know who they are, but the large woman is obviously their boss.
Out of the corner of my eye I catch the metallic gleam of a gun near my face and I know this is the end of my story. I gather my strength and say as calmly and clearly as possible, so they will hear every word: “You are evil people. I curse you forever. You will never know peace again.” I feel myself transforming into a mother wolf, ready to pounce in defence of her cubs…
Then I hear a click and there is blinding flash. I am floating ten feet above my twitching body. After a while I see someone attaching something to my now lifeless body. I cannot believe they intend to blow up my corpse with explosives, so nobody will ever find my bones!’
BUT WHO ORDERED THIS?
The last words from her grave. Spoken ferociously with a firm intent and purpose. The conspiracy revealed. Common intention with the sole pupose of committing a cruel cold-blooded murder. And raping her before the ultimate crime. The soul of justice would pervade in the corridors of Bukit Aman and Putrajaya. And pollute the AG Chambers. Criminal conspiracy. Concealing the truth with such deliberateness and a political agenda. Millions of $ at stake. Corruption and abuses of power at its absolute core. Malaysia shall pay a heavy price for this injustice. Because the corrupt politicians dictate the course. The rakyat is like the sacrificed lamb. All else is dispensable. The position of the PM must never be compromised. UMNO must remain the dominant force in this country. At all costs. At whatever costs. Nothing else matters. The Almighty had since given His blessing for these corrupt devils to be the supreme rulers. Not what is stated in my version of the Bible. Who cares?
THE EDITOR , NOW THEY ADMIT THAT THE SMS WAS IN NEED SENT BY THEM BUT IS A PRIVATE MATTER.WHY WILL SOMEONE ENROUTE TO PUTRJAYA WILL WANT TO GET INVOLVE IN THIS EPISODE . HOW CAN THEY SAY THAT HE DID NOT ABUSE THE POWER?
WHY THE P.M HAS TO GO ALONG HIS WAY ? WHERE IS HIS PROMISE TO THE RAAYAT THAT
HE WILL FIGHT THE ABUSE OF POWER?
1. Defence would say it’s all in the evidence. Let the laws take their course.
2. The Judiciary would say they are above Board and cannot make public comments.
3. The rakyat says it’s all politics and a big farce.
4. The Mongolians would say there’s no justice in Malaysia.
5. The 2 other co-accused would say they take the rap for someone else?
6. The incoming First Lady would enjoy more of her shopping with delight.
7. The incoming PM would continue to have nightmares and sleep uneasy.
8. RPK would probably have an updated write-up sooner than later.
9. Ian Chin has no comment because he’s resigning.
10.And the former loud-mouth PM? Yes, he never play any active role.
These are all the salients points of ‘Justice At Work’ in Malaysia.
I am not a defeatist by nature and I will stand my ground tremain stubborn and even obstinate in my fight for justice. However, I have of late been battling with a voice within me coercing me softly that our obstacles are just becoming too insurmountable. The boundaries and constrains that limit our investigations into alleged crimes of the government or individuals within the ruling party have resulted in all our painstaking efforts being dessimated by them.
Without a fair and honest judiciary system in place, it would be foolhardy to think that justice will be served to the perperators of these crimes. We must realise that the whole government machinery is totally at their mercy to manipulate at their whims and fancy. It is a bitter pill to swallow; heck, a damned bitter pill at that.
Nonetheless, we shall remain united in our fight for justice with one heart, one mind, one soul. One day soon, I know the truth shall prevail through the power of PEOPLE FOR THE PEOPLEvote down
It is true, Razak did NOT murder Altantuya.
However, Razak did call on Najib’s ‘men’ to assist him,
he should have known the worst case scenario – knocking off Altantuya!
In any case, getting ‘Najib’s men’ to forcefully remove or threaten a lady is certainly a crime, if one was to look at it from a civil right point of view.
He should have known the consequences of his action in employing ‘strong arm tactics’ to remove a defenseless women, who was demanding to see him. This is what lead to the death of the defenseless lady and for that alone, he MUST NOT …i agree with you. He’s just the ‘caretaker’ who makes a lot of dough along the way. He didn’t kill her!!!
I bet, at some point, he probably regretted being the reluctant caretaker at the 1st place n was willing to trade all the dough back for his freedom. But it’s not that simple, when power players is in play behind. There’re consequences judging from the background of that power player. Come to think of it, i personally don’t even know anyone who is capable of ordering the killing and was actually THERE to watch her blown to pieces…well, it bring chills down my spine. I don’t even have the stomach for that!!!
I’m of opinion, just let ARB of the hook. If we pursue to focus on him too much, then we might put his family in danger, then the real perpetrator might want him to swim with the fish at the bottom of the ocean.
ARB, my advice to you. Disassociate yourself with them. Donate all your ill gotten wealth to charity and consider yourself reborn n lead a simple life with your family. It’s always not too late to do the right thing. Maybe someday, when circumstances allow, you might want to tell us the truth of what really happen. I understand that the safety of your family comes 1st at this point