#allegedly it could be a ribbon worm

[twogriffons]

beach worm, it's like a regular worm but at the beach

[chemos-factories]

The brain worms are wiggling. Like.

Clone!Fullgrim is a pretty Doll for his Daddy (Trazyn) and enjoys it but needs a human adjacent playmate for mental health reasons.

So Trayzn yoinks the pretty blond primarch running around trying to fix the Imperium. Rob.

But all of Clone!Fulgrim's clothes are pretty frilly dresses and the wrong weight and texture and feeling for Rob

Who is. Intensely missing his Dollmaker and fellow Doll. Allegedly Lion is alive somewhere but Sang is Very Dead and D:

Trazyn throws a princely outfit into the enclosure and finds his newly acquired Dolly much calmer now

“I know I’m not the same,” Fulgrim murmurs as he runs the comb through Roboute’s hair. “But I did sit in, once or twice. The old me did, and I remember. I hope…. I hope that’s enough, since you’re not ready to let daddy touch you yet…”

Roboute grumbles in response, though it could be more of a wordless purr as gentle fingers part his hair and comb through it to give it a perfectly rakish look.

The clone is kneeling in front of him now, holding the trousers that had shown up hanging in the garment bag on the wardrobe. Roboute knows that they will somehow fit perfectly, and the idea of a xenos having his measurement nearly rips him away from the calm depths he’s about to let himself sink to. Fulgrim cups the back of his knee gently to lift each leg and slide the trousers on, whispering that Roboute will be so handsome when he’s dressed. It doesn’t escape Roboute’s notice that the clone’s outfit today is far more maid-like than any of the others he’s seen him in, with an apron and everything - though his ribbon collar with the symbol of Trazyn’s dynasty still hangs from his neck, as does Roboute’s on his own neck.

“There, now,” Fulgrim coos as he pulls Roboute to stand, tucking his shirt into the trousers and tugging their built-in suspenders over his shoulders, “such a handsome doll already, imagine when I’m finished with you.”

It’s not like when Sanguinius would do it, with all his light touches that perfectly communicated how he wanted his doll to move. Fulgrim will simply just move him himself and coo about how obedient he’s being.

… Not that the praise isn’t nice. Not that the soft ‘good dolly’s and ‘perfects’ aren’t making Roboute’s brain fuzzy anyway. By the time he’s more or less fully clothed, he’s completely pliable, only conceiving of himself as a doll, to the point where Fulgrim does have to lift his ankles to slide his shoes on.

“All done, I think!” Fulgrim says happily, guiding Roboute to stand up and look in the mirror, their arms tangled together. “Daddy’s going to adore us…”

They do make a striking pair; Fulgrim in his petticoats and ruffles like a ballet figurine in a music box, Roboute dressed smartly like he’s going to lead a victory parade and then preside over the victory feast. His own collar sits around his neck, metallic filigree that apparently works just as the armour of fate did.

“Daddy will be happy, to see you like this,” Fulgrim murmurs. “And you’ll love daddy, soon. I know you will.”

“Yes,” Roboute murmured. “Yes, I’m… Sure I will…”

It was the furthest thing from Sanguinius and Lion. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

[angst-fairygodmother]

I loved your latest SVU Carisi fic! I would love something with Barba, please! Maybe something where he asks a coworker (either a detective or someone from the ME's office) to an event, either because he's lonely or embarrassed to go alone again.

A/N: Can I just say, I appreciate how general these prompts are for SVU because they really give me the room to go where the whim takes me? Because I do (not that I don’t love prompt lists, but this style just works for me with this fandom). I hope you enjoy the direction that this one ended up. Also, I watched several Barba episodes and a bunch of clips for “research” and that was a hole I was not planning to end up back in, but I still love him, apparently. Not quite as much as the first time around, but enough. Word Count: 2804 Tagging: @writefasttalkevenfaster

“Mr. Barba! What brings you to my dark little dungeon corner of the world?” you asked, smiling brightly as the ADA strolled into the morgue like it was Central Park at noon.

“Y/N, please. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Rafael, or at least drop the ‘Mr.’ We’ve seen each other’s worst, there’s no need to be so formal,” he said, returning your smile with a small one of his own and a rueful shake of his head.

It was true that you and Rafael had known each other for years, since your school days when your stubborn and shameless self had wormed your way into the DA’s office, allegedly as part of a research project for school (a story that didn’t hold up when you never left). And he, still a young, brash ADA (not that the brash part had changed or ever would), had largely been stuck dealing with you as you poked through records and cases and pointed out all the places that they could have done better with handling the forensics of things. They never chased you out, because it came in handy over time and you had a charm that made your Nancy Drew nosiness, as he had nicknamed it, more amusing than annoying. By the time you had graduated, you were practically a part of the inner circle at that office, and it was easy to leverage that (along with your shining grades of course) into a prime position as a medical examiner.

Of course, the most valuable thing you had gotten out of all of it was still the friendship of Rafael Barba. He’d encouraged you through exams and romantic breakups and personal stresses without blinking and you’d done as much of the same for him as you could. He’d poured your inebriated ass into more taxies than you could count and sent you just as many hangover-cure breakfast deliveries. You’d laughed together, cried together, held each other up when the world seemed to be trying to crush you.

And still, at work at least, you insisted on calling him “Mr. Barba.”

“We have, but you’re also the one who talks about the need to keep professional lives separate.” You shrugged with a smirk. “Besides, it amuses you how much me calling you ‘Mr. Barba’ makes you squirm.”

He rolled his eyes. “I brought lunch.” He held up a familiar paper bag, no doubt containing sandwiches and raspberry turnovers from your favorite diner.

“Not dignifying me with a proper response I see,” you teased. “And bringing me food. Either I’m in trouble or you’re trying to bribe me for a favor. I hope it’s the first one, it’s always more fun.”

Your smirk widened and you waggled your eyebrows at him, waving him over into the little lounge area outside your office and pouring two paper cups of tepid coffee. He silently passed you your sandwich, hoping that you didn’t notice the light blush creeping up around his ears, or his quick intake of breath as you bit into it and moaned involuntarily. You both chewed in silence for a while, and you tried to just enjoy his company, as you usually did. But there was a strange tension in the air, unsettling the comfort of the silence and putting you on edge as you waited for whatever he came to talk to you about.

“Alex and Yelina’s tenth anniversary is coming up,” he said finally, trying to hide the strain in his voice, even though he knew you knew him well enough to notice it anyway.

You nodded silently, a sympathetic grimace on your face. You knew how much it had stung to him to attend the wedding and watch his childhood best friend marry his first love.

“They’re having a charity gala to celebrate. And personally invited me to go.”

You sucked in a hiss through your teeth. “Ouch.”

He nodded dejectedly. “I can’t say no to them. But I don’t know if I can get through the evening.”

“I could write you a doctor’s note. Fake some sort of illness preventing you from…I don’t know being in that large of a crowd or something?”

He laughed, and you smiled at the sound, knowing that it meant things weren’t quite as bad as they could be, and you didn’t need to break into your secret bourbon stash to fix them.

“Actually,” he said, buttoning his jacket and then immediately unbuttoning it again, as you often saw him do before a particularly difficult argument in court. “I was hoping you’d come with me, as my plus one. It’d really help to have a friendly face that I know can hold their own against the vultures.”

You sat in stunned silence for several minutes, staring at him. Your mind raced. Had he just asked you on a date? And if so, did you want to say yes?

When you didn’t answer, he shifted awkwardly, clearing his throat to get your attention. You jumped, startled out of your thoughts by the noise.

“I don’t want to impose; you were the first person I thought of. I know it’s not really your scene. I shouldn’t have asked,” he said, waving his hand dismissively, as if to tell you to forget the whole thing.

“Oh. Sorry, it took me a minute. I guess I just didn’t expect it. I thought you’d ask Olivia or someone, you know. I’d be happy to go with you though. I’d love to, really,” you started at the same time, leading the two of you to be talking over each other like fools.

You both stopped, you trailing off more than his abrupt end, and then you locked eyes and you giggled. After a few seconds of delay, he joined your laughter and soon, there were tears in your eyes and he seemed to be struggling for breath as you took absolute joy in the ridiculousness of it.

“Honestly Raf, I don’t know why you even questioned it,” you said when you had gotten yourself under control again. “Of course I’ll go with you. What else are best friends for?”

“Oh thank god,” he breathed, relief evident on his face.

“So how fancy are we talking? Am I going to need formal wear, or will a nice cocktail dress that covers all the bits be enough?” your eyebrows wiggled again and he chuckled.

~

The night of the event, you were just putting the finishing touches on your appearance – making sure everything was perfect down to every hair in the right place, but not like you tried too hard, wanting to seem like this was not as big of a deal as you had slowly worked yourself up into thinking it might be – when a knock on your door alerted you to Rafael’s arrival. When you answered, you were momentarily stunned, a tux shouldn’t seem all that different than his usual three-piece suits, and yet…

Luckily, he seemed just as thrown off by your appearance, and the pair of you just stared at each other.

Finally, you broke the spell, gesturing lamely behind you. “I just have to uh, grab my bag, and then I’ll be good to go.” You tried to smile at him, but you were pretty sure it came off as more of a discomforted grimace.

And why shouldn’t you be discomforted? All this time, there had never been anything between you (though you would be the first to admit that you had found him attractive when the two of you met). And now, suddenly, you couldn’t look at him without feeling that fizzy, almost nauseous twist in your gut, the flutter of your pulse at the sight of his smile, the overwhelming desire to absolutely wreck his perfectly styled hair and pressed lapel as you pulled him close and ran your hands over every inch of him in a sensuous war for dominance. You tried to tell yourself it was just the occasion, the fact that he had asked you to be his guest to an event that clearly meant a lot to him, and that it really meant nothing. If you could maintain the lie for long enough, you pretended to believe, everything would go back to normal.

The car ride over to the event hall was short, the time filled with a primer on the various important people (both politically and to him) that would be at the party. Most of it was information you already knew, but still, you let him talk, knowing that it made him feel calmer. And then you were linking arms with him, hand delicately wrapped around the fold of his elbow and walking through the grand arching doorway.

“Thus, into hell,” you muttered too low for even him to hear, forcing a smile.

Introductions were made, hands were shook, the air next to cheeks were kissed. You had not yet met the couple of the hour, but you felt like you had met the entire rest of their world, dragged into mind-numbing small talk about stocks and board meetings, policies and constituents (where they were numbers and dollar signs and goals rather than people). At some point, you were separated from Rafael by some women who were absolutely determined to drag you into their conversation about some community center building charity and the related press benefits of visiting the construction site. They all flinched and tittered uncomfortably when you pointed out that their manicures would get ruined and they’d just be interrupting the professionals actually doing the work and wouldn’t it be better to just do a ribbon-cutting photo op when the project was over?

Finally, you managed to extricate yourself and found Rafael by the bar, sucking down a bourbon like no one’s business. He turned to the bartender as you approached and already had a vodka soda waiting when you reached him.

“My hero,” you said taking a deep drink. “Don’t ever leave me alone with those people again.”

“That bad?” he asked, eyes dancing as he smiled at you over the rim of his glass.

“I think I felt my soul exit my body. Twice. Why are you drinking so heavily already?”

“Alex and Yelina just arrived. I managed to duck them, but not before I got to bear witness to the whole…loving couple photo op.”

“Oh. I’m sorry Raf. Still, if they’re here, we should go say our hellos. The sooner we do the sooner we can blow this popsicle stand, yeah?”

He grimaced and finished his drink. “I suppose you’re right.”

He turned to walk away and you tugged him back to face you.

“Wait, here,” you said, reaching up to fiddle with his bow tie, fingers skimming his throat in the process and you swore you felt him flinch at the contact. “You were crooked,” you explained.

~

“Rafael!” Yelina said, smiling brightly and pulling him in for a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know that,” he said, smiling at her in a way that made a soft twinge in your chest that you tried to pretend wasn’t jealousy.

“Congratulations, both of you,” he said, patting Alex on the shoulder.

“And who is this?” another woman in the crowd, who you thought had been introduced as the wife of some other senator but you hadn’t been paying that much attention, said, gesturing to you. “I mean I know this party is doubling as a charity gala, but you didn’t need to bring an example case.”

“Excuse me?” you snapped, glaring at her.

“Oh you know what I mean darling. It’s not an insult, just stating facts that you obviously don’t belong. It’s little signs, you really do look…fine. But the hair, the clearance rack clothes, and when is the last time you had your nails done?”

“Y/N is one of the most brilliant medical professionals in New York City,” Rafael cut in before you could respond, curling his arm protectively around your waist. “And not that it’s any measure of character, looks fantastic by the way. But it’s an organic, genuine beauty so it’s no surprise that you don’t see it Mrs. Johnsville. After all, you haven’t seen your own genuine appearance in, I’d guess twenty years? Or maybe it’s jealousy causing you to say such spiteful things to the most incredible person in the room. Either way, I’d suggest you stop, before someone brings up your husband’s scandals and causes a scene.”

You turned your head to stare at him, lost for words. There was a not-so-subtle threat in his words, but that didn’t matter to you in light of the things he was saying about you, or the adoring way he said them.

He turned back to his old friends. “Alex, Yelina, I hate to do this, but I’m not going to stand around and let someone insult my date that way. So we’re leaving, but maybe we can get dinner sometime soon and catch up.”

“Of course, Rafi,” Alejandro said, his polite political host smile edging its way toward a smirk. “The four of us will have to do that.”

~

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Rafael said, sighing as you both sat in the car. “She had no right to speak to you that way. I…”

“Stop, Raf. It’s not your fault. And you jumped in like a knight in shining armor, no harm done.”

“Are you sure?”

“I mean, I’m a little disappointed that I got all dressed up for you and I didn’t even get to dance…” you stuck your lower lip out in an exaggerated pout that made him laugh. “But I’m sure you’ll make it up to me somehow.”

“And for having dinner with Alex and Yelina and I. Assuming you’re willing to. Which I totally understand if you’re not.”

“I was wondering if you were going to bring up that invitation,” you laughed. “And of course I’m willing. I’ve told you before, and I’ll say it as many times as I have to to get it through your skull, I’ll do anything for you, Raf.”

Suddenly you had a brilliant idea and you looked over at him with a grin.

“Uh-oh, I know that look…”

“You know what’s better than dancing and wining and dining when you’re dressed to the nines?” you said, eyes aglow the longer you thought about it.

“What?”

“Being dressed to the nines to eat greasy diner burgers! Let’s go to Hank’s!” You grabbed the hand that rested on the center console in both of yours, pulling it close to you and batting your eyelashes pleadingly at him.

He groaned and shook his head. “Alright.”

~

“You know,” Rafael said, shifting nervously as he walked you to the door of your building. “There was a bit of a wreck in the middle, but all in all, this wasn’t such a bad first date.”

“Is that what this was?” you asked, heart skipping a beat as your both stopped on the steps.

“Would you be mad if I said yes?”

“A little. I mean, you could have told me sooner. I would have done way cuter shit all night.”

He laughed, looking at you softly. “I don’t need you to do cuter shit. You’re perfect the way you are.”

“See, shit like that,” you waved your hands around in frustration. “I don’t have a good comeback compliment for you because I wasn’t expecting it. You threw me off my game, charming bastard.”

“Y/N…”

“If this was a date, I believe a goodnight kiss is traditional,” you smiled.

He leaned in, close enough for you to smell the cologne he wore and the alcohol he’d had earlier and the spearmint breath mint he’d picked up from beside the diner’s register when he’d insisted on paying. His lips brushed lightly against yours but he quickly pulled away, just enough to look you in the eyes.

“You’d better not be calling that my kiss,” you teased.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N?”

Sighing in exasperation, you did as you’d imagined earlier and grabbed him by the lapels to tug him closer and press your lips to his. He sighed against your mouth, bringing one hand up to cup the back of your head gently and hold you closer, the other arm wrapping tightly around your waist. Your lips parted, opening up to him and your tongues danced together like it was what they were designed for.

Gasping for air, you both pulled away, and he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you for tonight,” he whispered.

“Night’s not over, yet,” you answered with a shrug.

“What?”

The words felt inevitable, but right, as they worked their way through your throat.

“Do you want to come upstairs, Raf? We can watch a movie or…dance…”

[kerahlekung]

Civil forfeiture - UMNO is in a “catch-22” situation...

Civil forfeiture - UMNO is in a “catch-22” situation....

Attacking The Uniform Of Anti-Corruption Chief Shows Corrupt UMNO Is Incredibly Desperate And Panic...

What is so terrified about Latheefa Koya, the first woman chief of the Malaysian Anti-Corruption Commission (MACC), so much so that the supporters of UMNO had to attack the “uniform” she was wearing? The answer is simple – Latheefa is the latest badass in town who appears to be enjoying her job combating and fighting corruptions. The final straw that broke the camel’s back happened about a week ago when the MACC filed a civil forfeiture against 41 entities comprising individuals, companies and political parties – aiming to recover RM270 million – the biggest forfeiture by the anti-graft body. The civil action was filed under the Anti-Money Laundering, Anti-Terrorism Financing and Proceeds of Unlawful Activities Act 2001 (AMLA). As it turned out, UMNO was the biggest recipient constituting close to 80% of the total dubious money, with RM212 million going into the accounts of several state liaison committees, divisions and leaders. Apparently, the money given to those 41 recipients came from former Prime Minister Najib Razak’s personal bank account, which in turn was allegedly stolen from 1MDB funds. The MACC later hinted that there are more entities – other than the 41 disclosed – involved in its civil forfeiture move to recover monies allegedly stolen from 1Malay­sia Development Bhd (1MDB). It is safe to presume all the 191 UMNO division chiefs had taken the dirty money, one way or another. And the anti-corruption commission is testing the water to see who would play ball and return the money received. Taking a page from the U.S. Department of Justice, the change in strategy of using civil forfeitures is a clever plan. In the case of Najib Razak, a similar civil forfeiture suit last month against him and families has successfully frozen properties, jewellery, designer handbags, watches and sunglasses valued at RM680 million from being returned to the crook due to a limitation in criminal charges.

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In the case of the committees, divisions and leaders linked to UMNO, they have to return the money even though they claimed the funds gifted by their former boss Najib had been spent. It makes sense because otherwise drug traffickers or criminals can always send their ill-gotten money to associates, friends or proxies who would in turn claim innocence when get caught. Like it or not, UMNO will have to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the RM212 million did not come from 1MDB, if the political party decides to challenge the government in the courts. That could, however, reveal more skeletons in the closet. Hence, it may be easier to return the money than to go to court. Unlike criminal prosecutions, the prosecutors do not have to prove anything in civil cases. However, if UMNO were to return the money, it will prove they had indeed taken money stolen from 1MDB. And that would make Najib’s life more difficult. How could the former PM argue the money given to UMNO did not originate from 1MDB when some of the UMNO entities decide to return the money? You don’t return money that’s rightfully yours, do you? What makes the entire civil forfeiture both excited and entertaining is the fact that there’s no guarantee the MACC under the leadership of Latheefa will not start criminal charges anyway, even after the crooks return the money. So, UMNO is in a “catch-22” situation. Damned if they return the money, damned if they don’t return the money. It appears UMNO has a new enemy far worse than Attorney General Tommy Thomas. The UMNO-Malay cannot attack Latheefa Koya using race or religion cards, the same way they did to Thomas. But UMNO top brain, Lokman Noor Adam, had a fantastic idea. The man with the “IQ of a carrot” attacked the MACC chief’s uniform, questioning the bling-bling on her.

Mr.Lobakman

Mr. Lokman claimed Latheefa received “many awards and medals” despite serving in the post for less than a month, suggesting that either the newly-appointed MACC chief was wearing fake medals or she had put on honorary titles that did not belong to her. Lokman should stop trying to prove that he deserves the “IQ of a carrot” title bestowed by his own colleague, Khairy Jamaluddin. Lokman Noor Adam – Najib’s strongest supporter and loudest cheerleader – has proven beyond a reasonable doubt that he’s the dumbest leader in UMNO for not being able to differentiate between rank insignias and honorary titles. Similarly, UMNO secretary-general Annuar Musa also ridiculed Latheefa’s bling-bling uniform. Perhaps the MACC chief should wear pyjamas to work. Going by the logic of Lokman and UMNO supporters, the newly-appointed Inspector-General of Police Abdul Hamid Bador must have had bought more medals than Latheefa from Lazada or Amazon as well based on the police chief’s uniform. Yes, the “Lobak Man (carrot man)” was so stupid he could not tell tampon and french fries apart. Amused, Latheefa lectured the opposition that she was not wearing medals or any other decoration as alleged, but the very service ribbon in line with the Standing Order of the MACC Chief.  The Standing Order of Chapter-A (Policy) No 1 of 2012 dictates that a Chief Commissioner wears a certain number of ribbon bars by virtue of the position. Latheefa said – “The bar ribbons must not be confused with medals or honorary titles awarded from the palaces, whether at the Federal nor State levels. The other details on my uniform are the ‘rank badges’ which I must wear as Chief Commissioner, and based upon the standing order. I frankly admit I am only now learning about rank badges, bar ribbons and uniforms.”

MACC Chief Commissioner - Latheefa Beebi Koya 

Appointed as the new MACC chief from June 1 on a 2-year contract basis, the badass Latheefa told her critics – “My immediate priority since taking office has been about several grave corruption cases, and not the details of my uniform.” Clearly UMNO, in hot soup over past corruption practises, has been burning the midnight oil to divert the graft buster’s attention. Pro-UMNO cybertroopers, propagandists and bloggers, meanwhile, screamed until foaming at the mouth that the new anti-corruption chief isn’t combating corruption, but rather combating the enemies of the new ruling Pakatan Harapan government. Well, too bad that the old Barisan Nasional government led by UMNO has too many cans of worms collected over the last 61 years. The opposition tries to create a perception that under the new leadership of Latheefa, the anti-corruption body is being used to specifically target UMNO. In truth, the MACC has been targeting the ruling government too. For example, the same Lokman had lodged a report against Economic Affairs Minister Azmin Ali for receiving bribes from construction company UEM. Upon investigations, the MACC has cleared Mr. Azmin of any wrongdoing over allegation that UEM had transferred US$741,440 (RM3 million) into a Malayan Banking Berhad account belonging to Azmin on December 19, 2017. It was found that not only the bank account did not belong to UEM, the account number of the Maybank account was an invalid one – did not exist! Perhaps UMNO, especially Lokman, should learn a thing or two from whistleblower Rafizi Ramli. Instead of shooting blanks and making a fool of himself, the “Lobak Man” should stop being lazy and put in some effort to ensure whatever so-called documents or proof he possessed are genuine and not fake. Crying wolf too often would affect whatever integrity left of him, or UMNO for that matter. Instead of being petty and childish, UMNO should make full use of whatever time left to rebuild and revitalise itself to be relevant. Already. playing racial and religious issues to win Malay support may not prove to be the key to securing votes in the next general election. Therefore, playing a silly issue like the uniform wore by the MACC chief proves that the desperate opposition runs out of relevant issue. - FT

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Sekapal belayar di lautan...

1. Walaupun ‘Duit Itu Raja’ atau ‘Cash Is King’ namun segala-galanya ditentulan oleh Dia Yang Maha Adil dan Berkuasa. 2. Najib dan penjilat – penjilatnya sebelum ini begitu yakin tiada siapa yang boleh mengalahkan mereka. 3. Ketika berkuasa mereka buta sejarah yang Allah telah dedahkan dalam Al-Quran bagaimana hebatnya Firaun, Namrud dan sebagainya, dan sekaya-kayanya Qarun pun akhirnya tersungkur juga. 4. Dengan bantuan ALLAH SWT dan atas rayuan rakyat yang menyokong, termasuk pemimpin – pemimpin pembangkang ketika itu, Tun pada usia 93 tahun akhirnya bersetuju mengepalai sebuah kapal yang akan menempuh badai di lautan yang bergelora. 5. Segala – galanya terjawab apabila pada Rabu 9hb Mei 2018 majoriti rakyat telah mengambil keputusan bersejarah. 6. UMNO yang satu ketika dahulu didokong oleh 12 parti yang lain, kini balik ke asal semula; ia tak ubah seperti parti PERIKATAN di zaman Tunku Abdul Rahman dahulu, iatu hanya dianggotai UMNO, MCA dan MIC. 7. Akan tercatit dalam sejarah, Najib Tun Razak selaku Presiden UMNO dan Pengerusi Barisan Nasional ( BN )bertanggungjawab terhadap kekalahan parti tersebut. 8. Jika dahulu Tun Abdul Razak, Perdana Menteri ke 2 dan Presiden UMNO dan Pengerusi PERIKATAN bersusah payah menubuhkan BN, kini atas sebab tamak dan hawa nafsu, anaknya telah menghancurkan segala harapan murni ayahnya itu. 9. Buat pertama kali seorang Perdana Menteri negara ini, isteri dan Timbalannya diheret ke Mahkamah atas tuduhan rasuah dan berbagai kesalahan yang lain.

10. Berkemungkinan besar Najib, Rosmah, Zahid Hamidi dan ramai lagi akan disumbatkan ke dalam penjara. 11. Segala kerinduan pungguk yang merindu bulan kini mulai terjawab. 12. Dari segi kemajuan ekonomi negara dan rakyat, pelaksanaan janji – janji Pilihanraya dan pembersihan negara dari segala amalan rasuah , sedang di usahakan oleh Tun secara berperingkat dan dengan amat teliti . 13. Jika dahulu rakyat terlalu berhati – hati menyuarakan pandangan, kini kerajaan mengalu – alukan rakyat bersuara TANPA khuatir, asalkan ia tidak merosakkan Perlembagaan yang telah dipersetujui. 14. Perlantikan Latheefa Koya, seorang peguam yang terlalu bencikan rasuah dan salah guna kuasa sebagai Ketua Pesuruhjaya SPRM yang baru adalah satu lagi bukti ketegasan Tun Dr. Mahathir bagi membersihkan negara ini dari perbuatan keji itu. 15. Namun Latheefa perlu berwaspada terhadap beberapa pegawai di bawahnya. 16. Pesananan orang – orang lama harus diberi pandangan dan diambil kira. 17. Semoga ingatan itu akan membantu beliau lebih berwaspada bagi melaksanakan segala usaha murninya. 18. Latheefa perlu berhati-hati dengan kelicikan dan kepura-puraan beberapa orang pegawainya yang tak ubah seperti: “Harapkan Pegar, Pegar Makan Padi” “Musuh Dalam Selimut” atau “Gunting Dalam Lipatan” ” Pepat Di Luar, Runcing Di Dalam”. 19. Tatkala berbagai tindakan diambil seperti yang dilakukan baru-baru ini, namun beliau harus berani bertindak tegas terhadap anai-anai yang akhirnya akan menghancurkan institusi tersebut.

20. Beliau tidak perlu melayani lalat-lalat dan langau-langau yang kotor itu; beri tumpuan yang jitu dan bukti terhadap tanggungjawab yang telah diamanahkan dengan ikhlas dan bersungguh-bersungguh. 21. Selain rakyat kini merasa geli dan muak dengan telatah dan kenyataan-kenyataan bodoh beberapa pemimpin PH; masing-masing berlumba-lumba mencari publisiti murah. 22. Semoga semua pihak dalam Pakatan Harapan atau PH HENTIKAN percakaran sesama sendiri MULAI saat ini. 23. JANGANLAH SEKAPAL BELAYAR DI LAUTAN , TAPI TIDAK SEPERAHU KE PELABUHAN. 24. Jika tidak mahu membantu Perdana Menteri, sekurang-kurangnya JANGANLAH berusaha menikam beliau dari belakang. 25. ‘Don’t Kill The Goose That Lays The Golden Egg’ atau ‘Jangan Membunuh Angsa Yang Bertelur Emas’. 26. JANGAN MENCURAH AIR DI TEMPAYAN SEMATA-MATA MENDENGAR GURUH DI LANGIT. 27. BERSATU KITA TEGUH, BERCERAI KITA ROBOH. - Tamrin Tun Ghafar

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