Ever hear of the fairy tale about the miller's daughter who had promised to give her first born child to the little Elf who had helped her in spinning straws into gold and prompting a grateful king to take her for a wife - to become his queen in fact.
When a baby was born, and when the Elf appeared to claim his prize, the queen refused to give up her child. The angry Elf ranted and cursed at the queen; but in spite of being double-crossed, the kind-hearted Elf gave the queen a last chance - that if the queen could guess his name, then the Elf was willing to forego his claim on the baby.
For days and nights, the exasperated queen was at her wit's end as to how to end her misery, for how could she tell anyone about her predicament, least of all to the king who would immediately behead her if he found out that his wife was having a secret liason with a man - a diminutive, ugly Elf at that.
But luck, as fairy tales go, was on her side.
One night, a loyal maid of the queen chanced to spy on the Elf dancing around a bonfire (like Kevin Costner in Dances With Wolves) and singing with glee on how he would soon have a child, ending the singing with his name of Rumpelstiltskin, for he reckoned that no one, much less so the queen, could never guess such a unique, ugly name of Rumpelstiltskin. The loyal maid at once related to the queen what she had witnessed.
The next day, the Elf appeared in a puff of smoke before the queen. She was alone in her chamber of course. The Elf was sure that at last he could get his prize. But the queen had to be cute and had to play a little game with the Elf. Instead of saying straight away the name of the Elf, she toyed with the poor Elf saying whether his name was Baron Viktor Frankenstein, to which the Elf said no. Or his name was Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, to which the Elf again said no.
Then finally, triumphantly, and imperiously, the queen, with her nose in the air and looking down on the poor Elf, smugly said "Is your name Rumpelstiltskin ?" Thereupon, absolutely livid with anger, the Elf pulled and tore up his hair and stamped his feet furiously on the floor and, in a flash and smoke, disappeared never to disturb the queen again. From then on, the miller's daughter and the king lived happily ever after.
Thus, it came to pass that, in the last couple of weeks or so, we, the Malaysian public, are treated to a kind of fairy tale. Is it him or is it his ringer ? One fellow said that it was him since he was there with him. Some say, Lingam style, that it looks like him, smiles like him, moves and gestures like him but it's not necessarily him. Some say that it's definitely not him, not in a million years. The Police even go to the extent to say that they have identified him but are trying to be cute, just like the miller's daughter, by not telling who the bloody hell is the guy in the video ! They are still waiting, and waiting and waiting for what ? Are they waiting to announce to the country for maximum impact on the public's sentiment ? Hoping for him to stamp his feet on the ground, to tear up his hair in anger and despair, then to disappear forever, never again to disturb the Malaysian political scene, so that we can live happily ever after.
And then, there's this matter of the Omega watch. We were told in the media that an Omega watch belonging to Anwar was accidentally left there in the room. The watch was later found by Anwar's friend who gave it to the Police as future evidence. Anwar claimed that he had not lost the watch but it was kept at home by his wife. There was a lot of media speculation as to whom the watch belonged. If it's later proven that the watch belonged to Anwar, then this piece of evidence merely strengthened the case of Anwar being the person who was in the room with the prostitute from China. After days and days of Police investigation, we were now told that the Omega watch had become irrelevant. The Police should have said this in the first place. My take on this was that, during investigation, the Police could not ascertain the watch being registered to Anwar. For all we know, the watch's serial number did not match the numbers in the Omega register, leading us to the conclusion that the watch could have been bought from a watch dealer anywhere overseas, or even from a pasar malam outlet. It's for this reason, that suddenly, we are now told that the Omega is unimportant to the case at hand. If the watch had been ascertained to have indeed belonged to Anwar or someone in his immediate family, then, I am sure, the Police, like the miller's daughter saying to the Elf, would say something cute, in that, all there was to know about the investigation, had been submitted to the Attorney-General and it's up to the AG to take it from there.