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O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Can't help but to recall this famous quote from Sir Walter Scott...
When one reads the latest revelations on the financial scandal that is 1MDB...
Touted as a sovereign fund to help the economy of the Malaysian Nation...
What has been revealed so far is a tangled web of deception for the nation...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
At the onset of of the saga of 1MDB, it was a sovereign fund entity....
It sourced for billions and billions in cash money for seed capital initially....
Taking out monstrous loans using guarantees from the government...
No red flags were raised, despite reservations from the management...
When the numero uno signatory is the Finance Minister himself...
And it being so he is also the Prime Minister, who is to question...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
The wheels of international justice are turning, investigations are revealing..
Convoluted money trails of obscenely huge amounts to the tune of billions..
From Singapore to Switzerland to Luxemburg to Australia to the United States..
And a couple of other countries with highly principled banking standards...
Are seeking to unravel the this global money scandal with the highest stakes..
Wall Street Journal expose is churning out scandalous information of the investigations..
While in the home country of Malaysia, political warlords brush off all revelations..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
A single plea of innocence was well propped up with tales of donation...
As gifted from individual or individuals, ultimately from a dead Arabian King..
Stalwart political warlords were nevertheless resolute in defending...
As a much tainted political leader wisely maintains a eloquent silence...
Even as political foes and the knowing public cry out their frustrations...
Horrified and anxious over the repercussions from this 1MDB financial cancer..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/1mdb-buck-passes-on-to-malaysian.html
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/leaks-show-how-bank-used-by-1mdb-jho.html
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/1mdb-wonderland-saga.html
Today I embrace my wearing wires pregnant for the fbi buying weapons and drugs from corrupt junk sick officers working for gang leader as hitmen and security guards selling drugs to pregnant mothers today I'm reminded of going into hostage situations face to face with gunmen right across from three school forced to look through an assault rifle pointed at special agent Paula brand head panic fear I swallowed today I'm reminded Neal middle school Novak king elementary and North Chicago high school letting out the first day of school my four kids were ride along seated with the fbi supervisor special agent Leroy Heimbach I never trusted leaving them in school while i went into hostage situations keeping them safe I would hear them singing my girl with special agent Leroy Heimbach oddly from the corrupt officers walkie talkies actually alerted the gang leaders murderers that an fbi informant was inside corrupt officers were selling trading weapons providing the gang leaders with riot gear to stand off with fbi agents apparently the fbi alerted the department they were doing investigations unaware of the severity of the corruption willing to harm innocent lives by putting weapons in the wrong hands with my pregnant body inside with my four children singing my girl looking through an assault rifle three major crowded schools parents teachers crossing guards my heart racing as the killer demanding I tell him who special agent Paula brand was my heart pounding louder his eyes locked with mine he knew I knew her quickly I said she's not fbi she's my daughters teacher my eyes said please don't shoot today is just school conference day he didn't hesitate to place a 44 magnum in my mouth I still taste the blood in the corner of my mouth where the chrome cut my lip today I'm reminded how many lives were saved my wearing wires pregnant for the fbi buying weapons and drugs prevented large amounts of weapons from being in the wrong hands the key to ending gun violence making sures guns are not in the wrong hands today my prayers are with the many victims of gun violence school shooting including the 15 year old shooter my prayers are with the American family may we all embrace healing comfort and peace this advent season
It had begun again the terrorist threats
at first right at the height of my writers block
leaving beautiful gems surfaced from my minds
eye that was when the head lights parked baring
strange death threats plastered on license plates
interesting I closed my drapes shut my blinds shutters
when a red dot began dancing all over my living room
it had been two decades since my stalker fatal attraction
arrived with her gunman committing home invasions
in my townhome scattering a few poems an yet this
resulted in this man dying at my feet he was sent
to end my life over my own American poetry
there I was desperate with only the notion of the
federal bureau of investigations realizing I was this
confidential human source who wore wires pregnant
because the FBI told me my life was in danger on the
count of this madman had committed an arson murder
killing nine elderly person in hiding broken frightened
expressing myself through prose never knowing this
arsonist wise guy faked his death to get away with
the murders and decided to latch on to my American
poetry a score to pay off corruption to bully my
American poetry racketeer my life hence my death
for sport attempts on my life sending domestic terrorist
to enter my room ripping pages on my night stand
I can't imagine the bureau's reaction receiving my
desperate call of home invasions please help I screamed
thieves are after my poetry you see for me poetry
was this healing coping therapy for the panic attacks
the fear the anxiety the ptsd of surviving being
a confidential human source I could still hear
my fetus heart beating decades later seated
on my bed this red dots bounced off the wall
landing on my chest the killers were back enraged
basically forcing me to continue writing to fund
organized crime and corruption I peeked through
the blinds face to face with an assault rifle pointed
at my bedroom window could poetry really be worth
killing the writer how do one survive domestic terrorist
I close my eyes I see the gunman coughing up blood odd
I see the arsonist parked with my stalker a fatal attraction
literature is America's fine culture poetry is a gift from God
When It Rains It Pours
Idiomatic sayings are such a delightful way of expressions,
The truth in them may sometimes stretch our imagination..
When it rains, it pours is one such expressive gem of wisdom..
When troubles in numbers mirror realism in a weather phenomenon..
Here in Bolehland widely hailed as a Land of Endless Possibilities...
Ernest concerted efforts are put in place to deny negative publicity...
Like minded politicians are staying resolute behind a highly ranked civil servant..
Whose exalted position demands he be above controversies as a public servant...
Electorates on the ground are increasingly befuddled and anguished each day..
As snippets of less than positive news and episodes are revealed each day...
It is widely accepted that the door of opportunity closes while another opens..
Likewise all tall tales of lies and deceit, numerous are the twists and turns...
Here in Bolehland, there is outright shock and disgust at the latest turn of events..
After months of in-depth investigative reports, no one could comprehend...
When the highest legal prosecution office in Bolehland triumphantly blared...
Despite the voluminous reports and papers, there was no crime to declare ....
The presumably guilty topmost civil servant was declared squeaky clean...
To top it all, he was so honorable as to have had returned millions unseen...
The gossip mill is rampant and unflattering over this latest seal of innocence..
More so when there are incoming news of global inquiry and investigations...
The court of public opinion is out there in the streets of Bolehland...
To the man in the street, he is seeing multiple acts of Houdini first hand...
But as the proverbial wisdom has so aptly been used when troubles abound...
When it rains, it pours, especially for someone in high office in Bolehland.....
To all interested, seat back and watch the melodrama as it unfolds by each day...
When it rains, it pours should hopefully reveal the elusive truth one fine day...
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-world-of-scandal-descends-on.html?ref=source
https://sg.news.yahoo.com/twists-turns-najib-rm2-6-230008097.html?nhp=1
Ever had a boss fall in love with you completely of their own accord
a lingering dream or fantasy their life cannot afford
alive through their entitlement believing love’s assured
for them to then discover that their presence is ignored
Then in their heartbroken state claim that you led them on
just to reel them in to then decide the feelings gone
when really not a word was spoken as you are not that fond
yet after still they seek revenge because you’ve done them wrong
And as their so repellent they only have one skill
to spread a load of stories that’ll change how people feel
but let down by their eagerness as their tales don’t fit the bill
I am a familiarity to those hearing descriptions far from real
Relying on their employment stature to come across authentic
thinking as they are your boss they’ve access to the gossip
and therefore when they talk of you there’s truth in every topic
even though they play no part in your life outside the office
Warning members of the opposite sex not to even bother
because you’ll use them just to lose them and find yourself another
as that is all you ever do because you’re a selfish bugger
while your boss has got no life at all so obsess on you forever
Nobody wants to be their lover as they’re so unattractive
nobody wants to be their friend so it’s you they interact with
getting you is their whole life only work sees them distracted
all they do is slander on looking a tragic spastic
This is the only focus of their one digit IQ
they even try to set you up but you can see right through
whilst all day investigations spawn from rumours about you
when just for fun you make one up too bonkers to be true
yet still somehow believed by your boss who’s clearly clueless
and spends the next four hours seeking evidence to prove this
idiotic rumour that they think will make you jobless,
have you had a deluded boss whose wet dreams leave them pissed!?
I have had a boss like this and can say it's not too fun,
especially when they are a munter who out of ten gets a none,
with a repellent personality and less braincells than a plum,
I'd rather stick my dingaling inside the flaming Sun!!
NO ONE REALLY CARES
Part 2
With a scheme from a team of human traitors who are unclean,
Straight up extreme and using it in a deceitful way,
Holding KNOWLEDGE of natural law, but manipulated bringing us decay,
May we all someday, see the lies and tainted blatant statements,
If I spoke this way in person, you would probably say to drop it,
So listen closely and see these are natural law compliments,
Right now as you read, Yes this very moment,
You have to agree, you have no spiritual mindful acknowledgement,
To any of my poetically written comments,
This message has been sent and must be put into action but don't rush,
Even this modern day scribe, alive and learning who to trust,
Most of us hide, side with the blind, ignorantly trusting our governments,
Raise the alarm!! Dam it's for real, we don’t even get the hint,
We are inattentive, lack being inventive, so we sit back and don't get this,
Ignorantly we rely on our current structured system,
So its not surprising we collectively invest our minds into everything,
We aren’t seeing, therefore we open the door to negative action,
Because the reality we are living is a huge distraction,
Our interactions of actuality doesn’t impact us enough,
To even contemplate bringing up spiritual investigations which is a must,
We lack legit validity and the understanding of true love,
But some of us have a chance, a little advanced with minds that rush,
Who gather up enough information to start questioning,
Asking "who in the hell, do we really trust"?
Knowledge into action with a robust mind removing the rust,
Starting to see my way forward I wipe off the dust,
With a small thought of disgust, I laugh in joy,
Enjoying what I’m seeing while inner cleaning with no fuss,
So we must trust in ourselves, ask for help from inside,
We are blind but in time we may get a small glimpse,
When we rinse our minds, we gain insight that’s simple,
Your physical body is the temple,
You planted a seed and what's being revealed is the whole apple,
The allegorical story of Adam and eve is factual,
So listen up and go learn about the Natural Law Principles.
Quincy Mac
date written: 22.12.2015
FabelFortySix
PrinterBlood
CharlaXFabel
A Dragnet RippOFF
DUM de DUM DUM de DUM da DUM
“SGT FrYdaY the man came in the office and eye told him to wait there is that
right?”
“That's right Bill.”
“Captain Gannon to you son.”
“The ink was red?” This was FrYdaY.
“The color was the same for blood. We think it was the Crops who done that.”
Gannon
“Crips. Its Crips not crops.” FrYdaY
“Yeah. Yeah.” Gannon
Frank Smith “it could have been the bloods it's the same thing ain’t it the red ink
supposed to look like blood see eh???”
Reminds me of the time Tillie my wife she spilled some black ink from the printer
all over my?” “What JOE what was that?”
“ just the facts Frank Tillie is a fine woman.”FrYdaY
THE MAN: “They came in two at a time.”
“How’s that” Frank said.
“Let me handle this one Frank,”FrYdaY
“What was that MAN?”
“Two Two at a time you said?”
"Just the facts ma'am"eye meant
OH SIR I’m sorry I’m so used to saying that on my investigations” FrYdaY
Colored. “How do you knoe that” ma’am
Sorry sir did it again
Sorry” FrYdaY
This is not going so well let’s start over.
Eye am Detective FrYdaY this is my partner Frank Smith.
The Captain is Bill Gannon my old Partner he carries a cannon.
“Really?” This was the man wide awake now
FrYdaY “Yes really it’s in the trunk of his patrol car the sign on the door says
LAPD Captain it's a FORD.”
Sometimes we drive down the boulevard and stick the cannon out the windows.
NO one seems to notice us
The MAN turned White and blanched.
“The printer ink was changed to red the Bloods were out of town we think it was
the crips go around and round them up” This was Gannon to Frank and Joe.
Frank was talking now “Ain’t they the ones with the blue bandanas and the
tattoos of the Gay sailors?”
“Yeah Yeah that's it” FrYdaY said.
“The Bloods have red bandanas and tattoos of Gay Marines” Frank almost
smiled.
Joe smiled it looked like a flat fish going south.
Frank and Bill both stopped at the door and smiled at Joe.
“You coming Joe?” they laughed in unison.
Episode One Printer Blood is over. Come back later for the results the finding of
the Los Angeles courts. DUM DE DUM DUM.
What's it like to get what makes you feel whole, not even whole jus gives you a reason to live? Gives you a season to look forward to. No expectations held at all. That door was closed at the beginning. No way I could find a person who has as much as me to give.
Simple communication token as pressure or prying that only starts confusion and anxiety. Presence meant as affection not knowing what to say or do to not trigger something I had nothing to do with, really makes me question sobriety.
Hiding emotions, forced to believe words over actions, pouring until I'm empty, and only receiving confirmation when given first. Battles fought, scares remembered, hell is found when the peace you seek demands obedience and silence to the point you want to burst.
I'm an example of a bad example. I'm nobody that you wanna be, cause the world is afraid of me. I never rely on my sanity, I threw it away and created the monster that has your attention today. I'm so hidden and you're never gonna see.
"Don't overthink so much!" "If there is a problem I will say something!" "Stop asking me so many questions!" "Every guy I have been with hit or yelled at me." "I'm not use to being treated so well." You are perfect the way you are. I will treat you as my Queen the way you deserve.
My mind is a cell. No one to talk to, no way to vent with constructive criticism. My thoughts run and the voices tell ghost stories they convince me are real. My personality is lacking. My attitude reflects my internal conflicts. It's either the best possible way or the world is gonna end and we are all gonna die. I can't find a middle, I can't find a way out of my self-built prison.
You don't know my story. No one knows my story. I'm in this life by myself full of worry. You think you know about me. people think they know about me. Everyone assumes. They ask no questions; they conduct no investigations. Going nowhere in a hurry.
What's it like to be wanted? To be chosen and showed. What's it like to not guess what you mean to others? I thought I knew at one time. I thought I found it this time. Found out I'm playing tetris with a losing code.
We'd opened ourselves up to fascist beliefs
we'd catered to the raw findings of mental angst
an yet we knew going under cover would somehow
lead to sudden death threats corruption beyond belief
ill gotten gain abuse of power narrating our very
existence we knew full well death would follow
going into hostage situations my wearing wires
on my womb was the fetus alive had there been
prenatal care non existence actually being a
confidential human source for the federal bureau
of investigations in America a family of six a daunting
task to be erased aborted soon after the currency
arrived saving only the habitual murderers it seems
witness protection for the arson murderers assasins
hitmen hired to end life the Sammy the bulls
the Calabrese willing to rat out the mere crime
bosses of bosses where women infants
and children vanishes at the Metra trains all aboard
Kenilworth my mind focused on Bozo the clown
The Ray Raynor show WGN broadcasting from Kenilworth
Illinois who are we when the conductor screams
watch your step my thoughts were can you hear my fetus
heart beat can you tell the difference between my heart beat
and the fetus heart beat do you have kids do you think
the sound from the wires is harming my baby amazing
going deep inside hostage situations twenty two cities
from Chicago to north Chicago stopping briefly in lake bluff
train station to install the wires I'm broken I'm scared
I have to swallow fear I have to go on and finish this
retched job bringing corruption organized crime to justice
funny today no it never really ends these bullies lie in
waiting to extort even your American poetry your mental
health journal for gain while you double up on your
survival skills while Klonopin is a safe haven a sanctuary
between therapy sessions prayer is a constant reminder
in many languages last stop poetry central station
keep writing dear we will get through this
Until I had a nightmare and things got vile
It was you running from me on our wedding day
I yelled out baby please come back this way
For weeks that scene bothered me
Then my trust for you started living in poverty
I'll never forget that faceless man whose arms you ran to
Richard said I want her, Chris said I'm through
I had to figure out a way to not get hurt
Because behind my back I felt you being a jerk
You'd ask me about coming around
But I hated seeing your family memebers frown
Something told me to quit acting like a clown
Or this relationship will plunge to the ground
The gut feelings I was getting stopped me from wanting to eat
It was a sign I needed stomach room to digest defeat
He got his cake, my girl, your dates, ya'll hearts, and sex
I don't know what I'd do if you got his last name next
Your love I crave
Or my heart gets a grave
I'm on thin ice with you I see it in your face
Shall I fall through, it'll be a cold case
Now we must rebond, our relationship rectified
Together you and I must strategize
Multiple times I apologize
You see the sincerity in my eyes
Take care of your business then come back home
With me is where you belong
There will be signs under your nose
Of me about to propose
And then we see just how far our love goes
There is a reasonable explanation
Of our love taking a vacation
Coming back to me soon is a strong contemplation
Infinite infactuation
With this situation
No longer your mind has investigations
We evolve around each other like circumnavigation
We migrated from friendship our destiny's manifestation
A flower you completed fertilization and pollination
On a love cruise we ride to an unknown destination
You are my mother
I am your brother
You are my sister
Love off the scale of Richter
Death to the attitude
Baby
Love longer than longitude