Tales of Two Babies

Miss Soh Cher Wei is expected to give birth to a son this weekend. The child will never know his father. 7 months ealier, Teoh Beng Hock was found dead on 16 July 2009, on the roof top of the building adjacent to the MACC office, where he was interrogated the day before.

They were never officially married..... But, there is never a question of abortion. Miss Soh, was initiated in the Teoh family and everybody eagerly awaits the birth. Even, top government officials are working on making sure the baby boy will bear the surname Teoh, despite the legal requirement that the father must be present at the time of birth.

On the other coastline, a baby was found in a garbage bin, half burnt. There was an attempt to burn this unwanted human foetus, and it is very likely that the parents are Muslims. Because, the stupid parents, after having sex outside of wedlock, did not have the money to hire a doctor to abort the baby. Instead, they waited patiently for nine months for the baby to take a full human form, gave birth, immediately murder it and then try to dispose off the evidence.

They can only be Muslims, because they are afraid of what other Muslims will think of them if they were to do the humane thing of keeping the bastard baby. God were never in their consideration; if so they wouldn't be in that situation in the first place.

In the case of Teoh Beng Hock Jr., his mother is not a Muslim, and although, conceived before wedlock, the nation eagerly awaits his entry in this world amid the turmoil revolving the mysterious death of his father.

For the dead baby, the face saving of the parents are far more important than its life, conceived out of their very own folly. I pray that the parents will be found and punished severely in this life, to be a lesson to other stupid couples who succumb to each other's pheromones, without thinking of the consequences.

Murderers should be punished.... and I mean both the parents of the dead baby and whoever pushed Mr. Teoh out the window....

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