HOSTILE TAKEOVER

Perak Menteri Besar Mohd Nizar Jamaluddin

The Perak Mentri Besar is the man who is loved by Perakians and Malaysians except, of course the Umnoputras.

Why the silver state has become the first “victim” of the hostile takeover after a historical win in the last general election? Simple. People want the change, and the “change” happened because of the rights the Perakians have to choose who to administer the state.

A PAS candidate to be a Mentri Besar is the right choice but it is the shameful coalition “aduns” who made a mockery out of Pakatan Rakyat.

These are the three sewer rats that all Malaysians will not forgive and forget. Let them be the Independent candidates to be in BN folds. Anyway, look at the BN component parties that are in the shambles and let these three lowdown sewer rats add to the numbers. It is a good riddance somehow. This is why and how the silver state has become the "victim".

What pains the Perakians and Malaysians is to see a good Mentri Besar caught in the web of the DPM’s deceits.

Let the new Umno’s Mentri Besar warms the seat because it won’t be long his butt is going to get baked like the salted fish put up to dry in Pulau Pangkor.

Ever thought why the former Umno’s Mentri Besar Mohammad Tajol Rosli Ghazali wanted to step down as the Umno chief in Perak? Perhaps he knew what he was expected to do but refused to dirty his hands. The DPM had no choice and dirtied his hands further. So, what has happened now is the proof that the two "aduns" had disappeared for a purpose.

We arrived at Ipoh through Simpang Pulai and our buddy Noh, was ready to take us to the stadium. The expected crowd of ten thousand would gather and this really had me excited. He broke the disappointing news that the planned gathering had changed to the Mentri Besar official residence. The stadium was lockdown!

Making a few turns which seem so easy, we reached to an open space car park, a stone’s throw to our destination. As we walked in the Mentri Besar residence, visibly there was a gathering crowd lingering around because the packed multi-purpose hall was filled to the brim.

The Unit Amal lined in parallel until the main door of the Mentri Besar’s residence. As people began to stream in, the congestion could be felt.

The constant flow of sympathizers and supporters armed with banners wasted no time to display their displeasure. The locals have no problem to detour from the stadium and soon the compound became a hive of activities.

The early birds took comfort at the extended canopy and catching up with old friends who came along.

As I moved around, I eavesdropped what the conversation was about. It was the same old repeats about the rotten sewer rats. The tension was gathering when chanting for the support of the Mentri Besar echoed to where I was.

By the time I reached the porch, thousands had gathered with high-octane atmosphere filling the air. I sat on the damp ground and sent messages to my eager friends waiting anxiously for the news and outcome of the situation.

The venting of anger began deafeningly by chanting with strong gesticulations of the

arms. Man, woman and child cut through race and the catchy “Altanthuya – Mongolia” was the top hit of the night. Note: I preferred those sung by the supporters in K.Terengganu at polling eve. They were better orchestrated with the clapping of hands and sung with enthusiasm.

I moved back to where the canopy was and just could not believe myself that I had to literally elbow my way around.

If what you are reading now are lies, you better believe it. In the Bolehland, anyone can disappear and appear on “fancy” and the most of all, the rumours you hear will soon come true.

As if premeditated, the siren from the FRU truck blared as I moved to the porch. Following the crowd that surged to the main entrance, I could see human barricade was about to form from inside. For a moment, I thought the police was going to charge in, but it turned out to be like a cheap Hollywood made movie.

When the Mentri Besar had finished his speech, we sauntered out of the residence. It was timely that we encountered with a mammoth crowd lined along the road.

It was an unprecedented scene where anger could not be contained any longer. A three-lane road was narrowed to one-lane as the crowd gathered at one spot wanting to have a share of satisfaction for the night.

Those nearby had a share of stamping their feet on the image of the DPM. Curses, swearing and accusation were not spared. Does the DPM deserve such one-cent worth of treatment? I guess so. He deserves it to the core!

Then, the banner which had the image of the DPM was placed in the middle of the road to be run over by the honking vehicles passing by.

I switched off my video camera and sniggered as I walked to where the car was parked. What was it so funny about the whole prank? Well, just like anyone else I had a share to vent my anger too!

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