I DON'T CARE HOW YOU LOOK AT ME............

I told you how I hit the sinkage in the road up opposite Number 24 Garbutt Road yesterday? Where the new cable had hopped over the road a few months back? (ok ok thats how I eventually 'saw' that there was a wireless system setup there *laffin....)

Well, driving round into Jan Smuts and heading to Westville yesterday, there was a large crew of wekkers digging a line along the pavement outside the Datsun Garage and the West Riding housing complex parallel to to Jan Smuts Highway. A digger was helping and overseeing the lot was a dude in a Telkom Bakkie.

See, I figure that there are plenty of adsl users right there already so WTF sort of cable is Telkom busy with now? Fibre optic for the Alliance between the Muni, Eskom and the Beast?

*gasps!!! Surely NOT!!!!!!

and further up towards Westville in Devon Terrace we have the same situation. an army of wekkers kitted out in glowing safety gear nogal! Digging a trench for cable laying.... Whoohooo! jaja the taxman could nab some Big players right there once the monitoring system is up and running.

All well and good - and then you have to come back down to earth and face reality.

Why would all the lies and corruption ive personally encountered over the past 8 years be restricted to one gabby old toad?

Course it wont.... one idle remark on your landline or cellphone or in an email that is maliciously passed on and you too will get smacked via your power supply *grins at the thought...

How will these unfortunate future victims deal with it? Will they gibber and weep as I did for years - grovelling and pleading? *pukes.... and then will they too have a revelation/miracle? Will they finally come to see that they are BETTER than the pathetic, corrupt lamers controlling the power supply?

That power and brains mean squat in the long run?

Kindness, tolerance and patience are the hardest lessons to learn and I've still got miles to trudge before I get there...

But the lessons taught me along the way are priceless... *curtseys to Captain Courageous...

Kitt ii wasnt parked at the top of Bali's drive last night. Result? No power dips. Good stuff... but how long will it last?

Absolutely chuffed with the two portraits in yesterdays Rising Sun tabloid. der Kommissar will be laminated asap and stuck next to the others in my Gallery on the fridge...*beaming.....

(toady predicts an unstoppable, meteoric rise to power......)

Oh and may I repeat my offer to help out at the Station? Every time I pop in over a weekend Im told that most of the staff are off. Great to know that crime drops off for 2 days every week heheh.... But I would be happy to sit for a couple of hours on the weekends and help type up reports etc. and maybe answer the phones?

The guys in the Charge Office are excellent and I'm sure we could have a good laugh.

*sigh..... ageism or just an aversion to toads? Bit of both methinks...... enough waffle.....

Peace...

PS..... Just found a site wireless network products and had a look.... bwaaahaaahaaa... guess what we have newly installed at the apex of our Sherwood Hall roof!!? well i have to say it closely resembles a Directional Panel circular polarised ceiling mount antenna for wireless !!! pffft.....

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Friday 8th December 2006 at 9.09am

ARMY OF ME.......

Looks like I was expected this morning? A much younger, thinner version of the Head GateKeeper was marking time up in the Convent hallway across the valley at 20 to 4.00am this morning.

I signalled him good morning with my tiny torchlight but didn't expect or receive a greeting in reply. He stood there for a few more seconds and then disappeared into the Ops. room. I watched for about 10 minutes but he didnt reappear.

Coincidentally, I do believe I've finally seen the real Head GateKeeper in broad daylight and he isnt a Shape-shifter at all.... just a rather large (portly even sans dark anorak) older gentleman who was holding forth in the Garden of Orange Light, mid-afternoon yesterday, to a young woman.

Twas pure chance I glanced over there in time to see a ladder being carried through the trees. Ladders naturally set my antennae quivering so i watched until he finally came into view. Charcoal peaked cap, white t shirt with red printing and black pants.

Making alterations and additions to those wonderful orange lights directly facing our house? I've absolutely no idea, but 'feel' no changes this morning. There is a great deal of shrubbery and trees in the tiny gardens of the Snr. Boys Hostel, making it fairly impossible to see what he was so busy with.

Later I took myself up to try and meet the people I speak to on the phone when we are capped. The 3rd time in spite of the old man insisting he had checked that very morning and we had plenty to spare.

For some weird reason I told myself if they actually met me, they would see I am just an old toad battling corruption. Delusional as always *falls about cackling........

NOT!!! If Bruce didnt get an advance warning call that I was in the vicinity, I will eat my proverbial hat! *poof*!!!!! and the dude had vanished! But hey, I can fully understand why he chooses the safer option - there IS a great deal at stake here and avoiding hearing what might later be discovered to be the truth is so much easier not so?

Besides, first impressions Do count and this is one area where I have to admit defeat.

Being rather large, leathery and intense (a toad for heavens sakes!) and add to that advancing age and an abrasive attitude and I pretty much fail as a hit on anyones social list *grins.....

Toughies...... I'm not here to partaaaay guys - just searching for answers is all.

Why the secrecy? If what is being done throughout Durban and the country as a whole, as I type, is so wonderful - why is it not publicised?

Who bought St Theresa's and for what purpose was it bought?

Sure, I see on the front page of a Sunday newspaper some rich dude got nabbed for tax evasion - and yes, I imagine tapping his landline and monitoring his cellphone and computer helped net the guy. But.....but, something still smells really bad here and I struggle to put my finger on it as always.

Its for the good of the people you say? Which people? The already rich through corruption or the genuine hard working man in the street?

This blog is now just so much rhetoric.

Most of you know the answers whether involved or not, but are too gutless or beguiled by lies to make a stand.

A wee bit ironic that a 60 year old cooked-in-the-head toad is left to fly solo in the face of the Beast here....

*sigh.... rant over as its a waste of energy.

I just stopped off on the way home to drop off a copy of my "Fairy Tales can Come True" blog with Dilshaad. I have not changed my opinion of her at all and still find her a delightful, friendly young lady who puts me totally at ease.

Whether she chooses to remain friendly after my blog is read, remains to be seen.

Our 2nd cordless phone has finally given up the ghost. By no means totally dead but behaving so erratically under the tender ministrations of Captain Courageous, its not worth keeping.

I'm waiting with bated breath to see what my dear Game Wrecker purchases next and how long it will last..

We cant afford to upgrade to even 1 gig of bandwidth he tells me, so we remain pretty much at the mercy of the Heroic one and his whims. Bummer, but cest la vie....

Chopper circling at 3.00pm. The Captain up for a ride? Or just a further show of appreciation from der Kommissar?

*makes note to learn Siren Speak.....

This morning while driving past Number 24 Garbutt Road, my car hit a crater in the road and I slowed to have a better look.

Where the cable had so neatly been laid previously and tarred and smoother over, there is now a huge ugly ditch running across the road.

Just a bad roadworking job and sinkage or the cable has been removed since I took my fine pictures... why?

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Thursday 7th December 2006 at 5.27pm