Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Terbaek Dari Facebook - Kalau Tukar Nama Stadium Amacam?

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Asyik runtuh je.. kah kah kah!


Parti ajaran sesat la. Kuda DAP la. Parti anak setan la. Banyak lagi yg hodoh-hodoh. Semua yg hodoh-hodoh dilemparkan kepada parti PAS.

Mat Said perlu banyak bersyukur dan bertaubat, bumbung stadium belum hempap kepala dia lagi. Belum lagi bumbung menghempap kepala bini dia sampai bersepai otak. Anak-anak dia lalu bawah jambatan, belum lagi jambatan hempap sampai bersepai kena kutip dengan penyapu.

Sebelum Mat Said ini dapat bala, baik dia mengucap balik semula.


Runtuh lagi dan lagi dan lagi...
Kalau tukar nama stadium ni amacam? 

Saya Doktor, Saya Pun Tahu Stim

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Muka yang baik pijak semut tak mati macam inilah paling bahaya dalam dunia. 

Muka Raise Stim pun muka orang baik-baik, tapi dia telah menunggang amahnya. Muka Raheem Thambi Kecik pun muka orang beriman, tapi sampai bunting budak sekolah di kutilnya. Tapi kita masih tak tau sapa naik atas perut Altantuya sebab dia dah kena bom bersepai. Namun kita yakin, orang yg naik atas perut Altantuya mesti orang yg mukanya baik-baik, muka penakut kat bini. Kah kah kah!!!

Terbaru, diberitakan Malaysia Chronicle, seorang doktor pakar, Dr Ballan Kannan dituduh memeluk dan meramas tetek seorang pesakit ibu tunggal wanita Melayu yg berumur 34 tahun. [disini]

Doktor itu berbuat demikian kerana tekanan kerja. Kepala tengkoraknya fikir kalau ramas tetek orang, stressnya akan berkurangan. Lagi kuat ramas, lagi banyak stress hilang.

Mungkin juga kepala bana doktor ini mengalami tekanan yg maha dahsyat. Bininya gemok gedempol macam Rosmah. Berjalan macam peguin, paha kiri dah bergesel paha kanan. Mana ada selera.

Malu la sikit doktor.

Kalau dah gatal dan teringin sangat, mintak la elok-elok.... Untung-untung orang bagi. Orang Melayu kan pemurah? Ada Pulau Batu Putih, dah bagi Singapore. Ada tanah KTM yg cantik-cantik, bagi Singapore. Inikan pulak tanah sekangkang kera, lebar 2 jari. Tak ada hal lah.

Malulah sikit doktor..

Pergi la cari pelacur. Duit bekepuk-kepuk apa guna. Malu dgn pelacur M'sia, pergi cari di Kerala. Air dapat keluar, kompom kepala rasa ringan. Nak kinky lebih, cari pondan. Kah kah kah!!!

Kalau malu maen dengan pelacur, bongkok-bongkok kolom sendiri lah! kah kah kah kah!!!!

Malu la sikit doktor.

Malu la kat cipan. Malu kat tapir. Malu kat tenuk. Binatang pun malu buat kerja mcm gitu. Binatang pun tak ramas tetek mak binatang lain.

Malu la kat anjing dan babi. Anjing dan babi boleh la 'cret' merata dan dimana suka.

Anjing/babi pun tahu, tidak semestinya kerana dia seekor anjing/babi, dia boleh berbuat sewenang-wenangnya.

Terbaek Dari Facebook - Show Me a Capitalist and I Will Show You A Bloodsucker

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Kita tak perlu ke Eropah atau pun ke Amerika Utara atau ke Afrika untuk menyaksikan betapa tidak adilnya kekayaan itu diagihkan.

Di negara kita sendiri perbezaan antara yg kaya dan miskin semakin menjurang lebar. Si kaya akan bertambah kaya manakala yg miskin kekal ditahap itu atau pun menjadi papa kedana.

Tauke ASTRO makin kaya, tauke beras makin kaya, tauke Cosway makin kaya dan anak-beranak-cucu-cicit Mahafiraun makin  kaya dengan mengkaldaikan MAS dan Petronas. 

Selagi lanskap sosio-ekonomi-politik Malaysia tidak berubah, satu hari nanti kita akan makan lalang buat pengganti kucai.

UMNO wajib dipelingkupkan!

A Doctor Who Has Treated 30,000 Rape Victims

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Denis Mukwege is a gynaecologist working in the Democratic Republic of Congo. He and his colleagues have treated about 30,000 rape victims, developing great expertise in the treatment of serious sexual injuries. His story includes disturbing accounts of rape as a weapon of war.

Denis MukwegeWhen war broke out, 35 patients in my hospital in Lemera in Eastern DR Congo were killed in their beds.

I fled to Bukavu, 100km (60 miles) to the north, and started a hospital made from tents. I built a maternity ward with an operating theatre. In 1998, everything was destroyed again. So, I started all over again in 1999.

It was that year that our first rape victim was brought into the hospital. After being raped, bullets had been fired into her genitals and thighs.

I thought that was a barbaric act of war, but the real shock came three months later. Forty-five women came to us with the same story, they were all saying: "People came into my village and raped me, tortured me."

Other women came to us with burns. They said that after they had been raped chemicals had been poured on their genitals.

I started to ask myself what was going on. These weren't just violent acts of war, but part of a strategy. You had situations where multiple people were raped at the same time, publicly - a whole village might be raped during the night. In doing this, they hurt not just the victims but the whole community, which they force to watch.

The result of this strategy is that people are forced to flee their villages, abandon their fields, their resources, everything. It's very effective.

We have a staged system of care for victims. Before I undertake a big operation we start with a psychological examination. I need to know if they have enough resilience to withstand surgery.

Then we move to the next stage, which might consist of an operation or just medical care. And the following stage is socio-economic care - most of these patients arrive with nothing, no clothes even.

We have to feed them, we have to take care of them. After we discharge them they will be vulnerable again if they're not able to sustain their own lives. So we have to assist them on socio-economical level - for example through helping women develop new skills and putting girls back in school.

The fourth stage is to assist them on a legal level. Often the patients know who their assailants were and we have lawyers who help them bring their cases to court.

In 2011, we witnessed a fall in the number of cases. We thought perhaps we were approaching the end of the terrible situation for women in the Congo. But since last year, when the war resumed, cases have increased again. It's a phenomenon which is linked entirely to the war situation.

The conflict in DR Congo is not between groups of religious fanatics. Nor is it a conflict between states. This is a conflict caused by economic interests - and it is being waged by destroying Congolese women.

When I was coming home after a trip outside the country I found five people waiting for me. Four of them had AK-47 guns, the fifth had a pistol.

They opened the gate and got in my car, pointing their weapons at me. They got me out of my car and as one of my guards tried to rescue me they shot him down. He was killed.

I fell down and the attackers continued firing bullets. I can't really tell you how I survived.

Then they left in my car without taking anything else.

I found out afterwards that my two daughters and their cousin were at home. They had been made to go into the living room where the attackers were sitting, waiting for me. During all that time they pointed their guns, their weapons at my daughters. It was terrible.

I only saw the attackers for just a few seconds and I couldn't tell who these people were. I also can't say why they attacked me - only they know.

After the attack, Dr Mukwege fled with his family to Sweden, then to Brussels, but he was persuaded to return to Congo last month.

I was inspired to return by the determination of Congolese women to fight these atrocities.

These women have taken the courage to protest about my attack to the authorities. They even grouped together to pay for my ticket home - these are women who do not have anything, they live on less than a dollar a day.

After that gesture, I couldn't really say no. And also, I am myself determined to help fight these atrocities, this violence.

My life has had to change, since returning. I now live at the hospital and I take a number of security precautions, so I have lost some of my freedom.

When I was welcomed back by the women, they told me they would ensure my security by taking turns to guard me, with groups of 20 women volunteering in shifts, day and night.

They don't have any weapons - they don't have anything.

But it is a form of security to feel so close to the people you are working with. Their enthusiasm gives me the confidence to continue my work as usual.

Source: BBC