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1MDB Walking Free
Talk about living charmed lives for some people in positions of power.....
The latest involve news of the latest appointments of certain financial figures...
News about President elect Donald Trump's handpicking of certain people..
To spearhead his primary rallying call to make America great again...
Looks to be a potential pooling of people linked to 1MDB unsavoury fame...
No less than 3 of his latest appointees are tarred with the 1MDB brush of shame...
The latter being of course undeniably the world's largest Ponzi Scheme....
Spearheaded by a well derided kleptomaniac who is mysteriously referred to as MO1...
MO1 is a Malaysian Official leader, who conspired with crooks, and siphoned off billions ....
In an financial scandal to involves investigation that requires no less than 8 nations..
Despite their dubious links to 1MDB shame through the company they once served ...
A most reputable, respected and established financial entity called Goldman Sachs...
Gary Cohn, Steve Bannon and Steven Mnuchin are 3 top notched economic advisers.....
Recently appointed into the incoming Trump administration as key treasury officers.....
Rivalling the considerable financial clout wielded by the office of the Treasury Secretary..
Will incoming Attorney General Jeff Sessions drop the lawsuits by the U.S. Justice Department....
Will he be advised to finally set aside the high profile case of pursuing financial justice...
To seize assets that were the result of US$3.5 billion that was misappropriated from 1MDB...
If that happens, people, remember this Bolehland of infinite possibilities...
If it happens, “Mr. Dirty” MO1 could suddenly become “Mr. Clean” Mahatma Gandhi.....
Hohoho...
With Santa Claus coming for Xmas dinner, what gifts are there for long suffering Malaysians...
More infinite possibilities from corruptible individuals, from here to the highly esteemed US Judicial Office?...
This saga of 1MDB being the source of various slush funds that netted billions for MO1...
Will justice be seen done in the long run or will money and power brokers prevail as one...
And we see history bear witness that even in the highest office in the Land of the Free...
Alternative possibilities can happen and somehow charm the corrupted into walking free?....
Maleeha Soomro,mother of Barrister Fahad Malik,who was gunned down in the capital some six years ago,appealed to the Supreme Court of Pakistan to take suo motu on the murder of her son as additional and session judge is allegedly trying to give the killers relief in the case.She said that the apex court had also deleted section 7 of the Anti-Terrorism Act,1997 from the FIR.
Addressing a press conference here on Saturday,Maleeha Soomro said that her son Barrister Fahad Malik was murdered in the capital by a mafia on Margalla Road some six years ago.The apex court had deleted section 7 of ATA,1997 from the FIR and had transferred the high profile case to a lower court where ASJ Zafar Iqbal is all set to conduct a hearing in the case.“I don’t trust ASJ Zafar Iqbal as he is taking the side of killers and can grant them bails,”she said adding that he shouldn’t hear our case which should be transferred to another judge’s court.“Lower Court Judge Zafar Iqbal has met my son’s killers. Judge Zafar Iqbal is not trusted.He should be stopped from hearing our case and the case should be transferred to another judge’s court because the lawyers of our killers are being heard in the court of Judge Zafar Iqbal till evening,” the mother alleged.
A writ petition was also filed in the Supreme Court of Pakistan and the CJP should resume hearing while the case should be monitored.Justice should be provided to the children and family of the victim,said Maleeha Soomro adding that her son Barrister Fahad Malik was brutally killed by Raja Arshad,the kingpin of the land mafia,by firing 43 bullets.
She added today(Saturday)is Fahad Malik’s birthday and she has been humiliated for six years.The judges of the Islamabad High Court remarked that this is not terrorism.She said,“I was terrified when the killer Raja Arshad escaped from the scene after the murder and was later arrested from Torkham Border.”Criminals are being facilitated by prosecuting cases in the dark of night,she said adding,“I do not want my case to be decided by an unscrupulous judge because it has happened before that the judge tried to grant him bail.If the accused is granted bail then the accused will run away.”
She appealed to the Supreme Court to monitor the case and provide justice to the children and family of Barrister Fahad Malik.
Heavy shootings and more,
Primitive lead Automatics and their ancient songs, Contemporary Lasers and
these sights of your futuristic DNA-CONTACT-ELIMATOR and more,
Please lets speak to Rome....The very place the revolution will erupt,
Where in this filthy universe will earth's volcanoes gather to Feast and Campaign,
Solitary Military base stations...oh! My lord do take my mind off all these waste,
destruction and sacrificial human flowing blooooo...
The world has gone Deaf and Numbly cold...Alas! All of a sudden she belches a
deep belch,
She has becomes so sweet,warm and cuddly,
My fists have clinged this tight to my wise Quail,
Do Imagine a situation where quails deactivate your high profile bombs like
knockouts or popped chewing gums,
The purge...Our upsurge neither your salient Beards nor Your aged eyes will
hear nor witness such Grave Wars, Disasters,Hate,Destruction,Madness
and....such truthful Bliss...
On later Stages..Pulpits..Podiums and on your fiery Pages shall we uncover the
mystery of those unborn generations who will see tears as flowing blood,
Salute my Napoleone,your Hitler and many kisses to adore this Satanic cool
YANSH,
We the 'Kings of Rome' have seen our impending Doom,
Tell us Now Great Sir...What next steps shall we take,
What shall be done to a-tone for the World's excess iniquities and more,
Maybe a consortium of like minds writing to drive away looming angry clouds,
Still... must there be jacob's troules?
Tell my Grandmothers that we will never take them too far away from their
brooms and Quilts,
Granddads must all cherish those moments Smoking pipes,
In a way, Tommorrow's mind must drift,
Goats must learn to eat minced meat and Salts,
Tell Gretel I love Smoked Salmon along with the freshness of Coconut liqueror
and plumes,
In those Fiery steaming Jungles of tommorrow did i see Marijuana prepared like
Stewed Chicken soups along with a glass of Strong Shepe,
Marijuana broths eaten along with one chicken,Two Mice and a Happy Bowl of
spiced Coconut Rice,
My waists are heavy with Dance..do come lets Prance! to those days of Perfect
Bliss,
Perfect Bliss...Salient Peace after..and only after the Coming of that Revolutionary
Purge.
Feeling very trapped
Dungeon canary getting ready to be zapped
Proceed down a level
Only giving a quotable shovel
Building a winning case
In a better place
Riding in a vehicle to transfer
Something in the air had a stir
“Face the gunners mate
Tonight is the date
Do not worry about the sky points
You will not lose em in the Emirates joint”
As for the new castle that was united
Confident acting armored and knighted
Plan to invade the gold sands
Metal detectors in the hand
Mr. Bourne shouted from the mouth
“Why are you heading south?
To pick our bloody cherries
In order to pour your chalices and be merry”
A royal not in a hurry
Answered, “No we want to know what you have buried “
Before the match
Mr. Bourne wondered about the catch
Wanting to fry the whole batch
“A royal meal
Sounds like a good deal”
Stepping off the bus
Convicted canary had no fuss
Ready to take the arsenal aim
Realizing it is just high profile fame
Feeling very calm
Taking the threat made by the cannon ball bomb
Puttering on the beach
Deciding on a lesson to teach
Magpies treasure uncovered a tasteful test
Carrying all the ingredients that were in the chest
Claiming their pies are the best
Mr. Bourne watched in content
Reaching his one goal that he meant
In the flavor went
Deceptive dessert destined to be sent
Baked by mag the pie
Well decorated and that was no lie
Placed in a box
Addressed “Thackray now having Goldie locks”
Arriving home seeing the gift
This gave the west ham and nice lift
Reading the attached letter
That stated you will play better
Table saw a movement that counted three
Jumping over the buzzing bees
Hornets now behind
Closer to relegation time
After eating the treat
Ever so sweet
With a accompanied wine
Temptation that was divine
Not able to decline
In the end Thackray shirt turned color Claret
Due to the after dinner drink that was a perfect pair it
Thackray thought this was good and fun
Before a thought came to her when she was done
Appointment book said Sunday meeting at St James
Playing a game
Letting out a gigantic gastric bubble
Saying “Uh oh I am a west ham in big trouble”
Off a righteous God America stop the persecutions
We are due out love from you; Stop the profiles
And stand in our shoes and skin for a while, now, How would you feel now?
Situations where people acted as if they were suspicious of you, Because of your race, wow!
Black America far less likely than whites to give police high marks
For the way they do their jobs, now
General public views fatal encounters between black people and police very differently whew!!
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
Public calls such incidents signs of broader problems
Racist yeah, yeah our good White brothers and sisters and White Christians hate this
Some of our white brothers and sisters if it’s not there brood or kindred folks there’s no problem
Watch out it’s…Most of the white Latino officers
Say fatal encounters tween blacks and police are isolated incidents
Majority of black officers disagree, this base on facts No philosophy
Demonstrations over the deaths of blacks, Encounters with law enforcement
Were motivated to great extends by anti-police bias, what
Now instilled America since freedom years
They still denounce and hide this, a black man who dies by a gun
Is most portrayed as righteous dangerous boy walking away on the run
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
2016 THAT RELATIONS TIXT/TWEEN POICE IN THERE DEPARTMENT BLACKS IN THE COMMUNITY EXCELLENT Yeah this is what they said
Overwhelming majority of police officers 86% said high profile fatal encounters has made their jobs harder and yet these killings have taken away many husbands children’s fathers, uncles, cousins and brothers
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
Heighted tension between these illuminated colored fends
Left many offices reluctant to use force when appropriated
Questions people who seemed suspicious WHAT!!!
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
8/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
GTF
Wizened skin like burnished leather
Thin, grey and long, disheveled hair
Clear, sharp blue eyes that seem to stare
Through sun scorched face, alert, aware
A ‘lived-In’ face that’s so expressive
Tales he tells read like a missive
His arms and hands he flails about
To all he jests, he seems to shout
Belying age with youthful vigour
He starts his day with seeming rigour
But, easy going, he always jokes
With folk at whom, light fun, he pokes
He’s up each morning before the dawn
Striding, planning, never forlorn
Before sunrise you’ll hear with luck
His famous catch-phrase, “Get Tae F***!”
He’s worked on rigs for oh, so long
With everyone he gets along
On the “fine old lady” Stena Clyde
No deference – ALL he does deride
From owner, manager and high paid “suits”
To lowly boys who clean the boots
The tone the same, The grin, the look,
The cheeky laugh, the “Get Tae F***!”
Sub zero frost or tropical heat
His ardour you will find hard to beat
Old habits die hard they say
Not his – he does them anyway!
Does a place exist he’s never been?
That has a port that’s never seen
This tall slim figure filled with pluck
Or heard his raucous, “Get Tae F***!”
They say he’s always been a sailor
From Antarctic wastes upon an ancient whaler
15 years old in the South Atlantic
A hardy life, forget romantic!
Steam driven ships before motor’s advent
He sailed near and far. Came and went.
A story true with each port of call
His audience he holds in thrall
But all through this, both feet aground
Though invitations still abound
To high profile golf tournaments
The best hospitality at these events
He mixes with the best of them
The rich and famous golfing men
Yet on the course when he mis-hits his ball
Not “fore” but G.T.F. to all
And so it seems his time has come
To rest upon his laurels some
He’ll sure be missed – God Speed, Good Luck
It’s been a pleasure Jimmy, “Get Tae F***!”
No dismissive snort from any here
From us, a greeting, a hearty cheer
Received with grace, a smile - a look.
You grin then tell us, “Get Tae F***!”
“Nous nous sommes assises” (“We Sat Down”)
by Renee Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
Darling, we were like two exiles
bearing our desolate souls within us.
Dawn broke more revolting than any illness...
Neither of us knew the native language
As we wandered the streets like strangers.
The morning’s stench, so oppressive!
Yet you shone like the sunrise of hope...
2.
As night fell, we sat down,
Your drab dress grey as any evening,
To feel the friendly freshness of kisses.
No longer alone in the universe,
We exchanged lovely verses with languor.
Darling, we dallied, without quite daring to believe,
And I told you: “The evening is far more beautiful than the dawn.”
You nudged me with your forehead, then gave me your hands,
And I no longer feared uncertain tomorrows.
The sunset sashayed off with its splendid insolence,
But no voice dared disturb our silence...
I forgot the houses and their inhospitality...
The sunset dyed my mourning attire purple.
Then I told you, kissing your half-closed eyelids:
“Violets are more beautiful than roses.”
Darkness overwhelmed the horizon...
Harmonious sobs surrounded us...
A strange languor subdued the strident city.
Thus we savored the enigmatic hour.
Slowly death erased all light and noise,
Then I knew the august face of the night.
You let the last veils slip to your nude feet...
Then your body appeared even nobler to me, dimly lit by the stars.
Finally came the appeasement of rest, of returning to ourselves...
And I told you: “Here is the height of love…”
We who had come carrying our desolate souls within us,
like two exiles, like complete strangers.
Renee Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (1877-1909), was a British poet and high-profile lesbian of the Belle Époque who wrote French poems in the style of the Symbolistes and Parnassiens. Keywords/Tags: Renee Vivien, French, translation, England, English, France, lesbian, soul, souls, soulmate, dawn, language, love, kiss, kisses, night, exile, exiles, strangers, misfits
VERSE 1:
Hey Jane Doe, native of the Phyle;
You've charmed me by your high heel.
I'm your John Doe of Treasure Isle;
Wearing sherryvallies and argyll.
I'm easily offering you a pretty dial,
'cause it so clear you not hostile.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
VERSE 2:
I'm ready to walk you on the aisle,
If you could place me on trial.
Our rite vow would be fertile,
Where there would be no guile.
I'll give you a feel so tactile,
And I'll be the happiness you'll stockpile.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
VERSE 3:
As much as I have to keep a high profile,
Hello, your heart won't be riled.
Just as I'll feed on your love so mild,
Believe everything's fairly piled.
Yeah, I'm patient but wild,
And I love your style.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
Love
- God loves us so much
The priest purred –
- That He doesn’t count our falls
So much as the times we pick ourselves up
And how much do I love God
After I’ve had to pick myself up?
How much? How much?
Am I upset with a blow to my pride?
To think that God is not at my side –
But am I so proud?
Perhaps I don’t know myself well enough-
It’s hard to fight temptation alone
God keeps too low a profile
I see only one pair of footprints
And they’re mine
They’re not divine.
Carry me God
And love me
Don’t be shy
Don’t keep testing me
Surely by now you know me.
Is it likely I’ll leave you at my age?
Is it likely at this stage?
You prayed for St Peter
Please pray for me
And help me.
Lead me not into temptation
I pray to you
But the devil blocks your ears;
Is Our Lady in tears
While Satan jeers…….?
I don’t know anything.
Dear God - let me know something.
I don’t need to eat the fruit of knowledge
But at least let me know if you’re on my side
Maybe I’m not important enough
Or maybe you’ve got other engagements
Or maybe because you don’t want me to lose my mind
Or maybe due to some technical fault beyond earthly control
Or maybe because of the communication barrier
Or maybe because of the distance
Or maybe you’re trying to see
How much I can take.
Don’t – for my sake
Don’t – for your sake
Please don’t – Dear God……..
If you love God
You will keep His commandments
But if you love me God
Please help me to keep them.
I can’t manage alone
Please don’t let me break again
Lord make me chaste – now!
Don’t let me be the devil’s toy
Please don’t – Dear God…….
Keep a high profile
On the cross of temptation
Don’t let me have to repeat your words
Dear Lord Jesus -
My God My God
Why have you forsaken me?
I think you only said it once
But I’ve felt it more than once.
Don’t forsake me
Please don’t – Dear God……
Help me
Stay with me
Fight for me
Love me
Please do – Dear God……..
Space Sonnets
Sonnet 1
The Prometheus
The engineer of the multiverse
Who constantly does traverse
Mending all the loose joints
Arranging all amiable points
The technology is advanced
Rules of universe enhanced
We fall short of its even dot
As he has all matter no glot
Space travel and exploration
Seems his solitary mission..!
Space mining and inventions
With high profile devotions
May sacrifice his life even
When comes across an alien..!
Sonnet 2
The Predator
A multi-jawed creature unique
With humane attitude specific
Never harms a carrying sapien
With soul goal to check alien
Selfless and bravest beast
With the gizmo ever latest
Can self-destruct if need be
And can fastest traveller be
An ultimate combatant cool
An invisible valiant powerful
Camouflage with its blood
Can hit a thundering thud
Green being the hue great
His blood carries straight..!
Sonnet 3
The Alien
A creature from land foreign
Extra-terrestrial and alien
Mostly a dally against foe
Ever expects lineage grow
With a long tail and jaw
Can kill any creature raw
Predalien and Alienator
Are cross breeds grater
Intelligent sapiens’ foe
Telepathy uses in row
Deadlier than graboid
Fiercer than bone snatcher
Can be a lethal Queen alien
If provoked by folks foreign..!
Sonnet 4
Solar Fiction
Kant meets Newton in galaxy
To explain his woes of epilepsy
Since he travelled after death
To the galaxy extreme farthest
Only to reveal the secrets such
No ever discovered them much
Newton’s third law wanders
Giving all species wonders
Einstein treats them for tea
Intergalactic beverage free
Energy is multiplied thus
As the super trio does fuss
Space-ploration is their goal
Even after their death I dole..!!