Ok.
I don't believe it is reasonable to believe in this sequence of events.
1. Pistorius grabbed his gun under the bed, yet could not confirm Reeva was on the bed, when he would be right next to her
2. I do not believe any reasonable person would hear a sound in the bathroom and not consider it is the person sleeping over
3. I do not believe Reeva would be at the door of the toilet rather then sitting on the toilet, unless she was in fact talking/arguing with Pistorius, because usually you go to the toilet to use the toilet, not the door, on the other side.
4. I do not believe Pistorius could aim so well, in such a sequence, first knowingly being able to hit Reeva at the position of the door, which requires knowing she was at the door,
instead of the toilet, then adjusting his aim to shoot at her fallen body which then fell on the toilet, instead of simply backwards from the door.
Given Pistorius' well known history of verbal abuse, both publicly in front of his girlfriend, and privately, it is clear and fact that Pistorius is mentally unbalanced with regards to relationships with women.
In that regard, nothing is outside the realm of reasonable possibility in his abuse of women.
just more info to back you up.
In September 2009, Ms Taylor-Memmory attended a party at Pistorius's house, invited as a friend of his then-girlfriend whom he was with before he met Reeva Steenkamp.
After Pistorius and his partner got into a fight, all her friends were asked to leave by the Paralympian 'using vulgar language', the blogger told Eyewitness News.
'As I approached his large outside doors, Oscar was furiously trying to close them. He started to punch the door and then is when one of the top panels fell and hit my left leg,' she said.
'After this happened I went to tell Oscar that he had hurt me to which he replied “well, go call your *advertiser censored***** lawyer”.'
Ms Taylor-Memmory described Pistorious's behaviour as aggressive and unreasonable, and said that it took her by surprise.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...t-slammed-broke-door-party.html#ixzz3EVmSHm2U
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What we can establish from that outburst, OP has a 'thing' against doors and his anger level goes from 0 to 100 in a blink of an eye. OP mockingly told Ms T-M to call her ******* lawyer, this is part of his abusive behaviour, not hard to believe he was mocking Reeva about her screams for help.
So we can draw up a scenario of an argument brewing which either is close to or exactly what happened with Reeva on 13/14.
We know
fact 1, Reeva had lunch with ex bf of 5 yrs days before she died,
fact 2, OP was upset after his visit to his financial advisers on 13 Feb,
fact 3, Reeva preferred that OP went to his family for consoling,
fact 4, Reeva had a speech to give on violence against women on VDay,
fact 5, OP had no Valentine's present for Reeva.
Also, regarding their messages to each other and that 90 % were of a loving or friendly nature is immaterial imo, it's the 10 % of messages which showed the true nature of the deteriorating relationship. Reeva was the peace keeper, the soothing voice to him when he was down.
Reeva would have grown tired of his bs imo, especially that she isn't appreciated and he didn't think to buy her a present. His ex gf Sam Taylor says he was a cheapskate but if Reeva was to be his wife as he did introduce her as his
fiancée to his neighbour, a Valentine's gift would have been a given, imo.
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Excerpt from an article on OP - notice he did make a big deal of VD for his ex gf Vicky.
I have seen both the Jekyll and Hyde sides of his personality. After my visit to his home, he got me a reservation at a nearby hotel called the Farm Inn and drove me there.
Nothing was too much trouble. The owner, a friend of Pistorius, was a lady called Rose Michaletos. I spent a restful evening there, and the next day Pistorius picked me up and drove me at breakneck pace to Johannesburg airport – tyres screeching as he rounded corners like a man possessed.
‘Thank you so much for coming, brother,’ he said, and slapped me on the back.
But by the following May, Pistorius was a different, much more troubled man.
The hotel owner Rose admitted she was worried about him.
‘He has a string of blondes,’ she said, adding that he had just thrown a big birthday party for people he had only just met. His once tidy living room had been strewn with empty bottles.
‘It’s an odd family,’ added Rose. ‘The brother Carl is very up and down, and the sister Amy likes to stay out of Oscar’s professional life.’
What struck her had also struck me: where was the support structure of dieticians and physiotherapists usually at the heart of a modern athlete’s life?
His regular ‘diet’ was worrying. At around 7am, he would make a cup of coffee using his stylish machine at home – hardly the breakfast of champions. There was no milk in the house. He ate no food; just swigged from a 500ml energy ‘shake’ in a plastic bottle as he drove to the track.
He did not return to the house until 11.30am, meaning he had not eaten all morning. He was back training at 2.30pm, leaving little time for digestion. It was a chaotic life. Why did one of the world’s richest athletes – born into a wealthy mining family – not pay for a housekeeper to cook his meals?
All this came just three months before the London Olympics – the high point of his career – and he was popping caffeine tablets for energy, which he kept in the drinks holder of his car.
By now, he was blaming every daily tribulation on others – he had too many media commitments, he complained, too many interruptions to his schedule.
He still peppered his conversation with ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’, but in between the pleasantries, the language suggested someone who was depressed. He was often monosyllabic and often used expletives.
Work-out sessions at Jannie’s Gym, near his home, were irregular. He was known to rant and rave as he struggled to complete the simplest of routines. His swearing would astonish the mothers and children also using the gym.
Occasionally, he would stalk out in a fury, returning only when his anger had expired.
He couldn’t sleep – perhaps unsurprisingly given his caffeine pills and coffee diet. Often he would rise in the middle of the night and go with his gun and a couple of boxes of ammunition to the shooting range.
Asked how often, he replied: ‘Just sometimes when I can’t sleep.’
The use of firearms is certainly an unusual remedy for insomnia, and perhaps not the healthiest.
In a poignant echo of yesterday’s drama, Pistorius crept into Vicky’s house on Valentine’s Day 2006. ‘While everyone was sleeping, I had been to her house to hang 200 coloured balloons,’ he recalled. ‘I blew every one of them up individually.’
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...-pad-explosive-rages-procession-blondes-.html
