*Early Friday evening was terrible tenants from block b flat 602 They are neighbors from hell, were fighting on the common property ground floor, abusive and extremely aggressive. I phoned SAP twice and still no response. I think many people ended up phoning. I think there is a court case pending Ridwaan Sarlim of attempted murder.known as Waani. From what I hear he assaulted the same person again,broke his arm and injured him on his head. Something about having a bullet lodged in his head from the previous attack from the same Waani. Mother, father and two sons are bad news. Both sons are drug addicts. Not sure how to get this family to behave like civilised human beings. You can speak to D H because he came to me and I tried to phone Commisioner Nayager and no joy. Could not get him.
I am on the 4th floor and Dean on the 3rd. He looked stressed when he came to see me. I cannot watch unruly or violent behaviour. I feel that we should get a response immediately instead you have to phone more than once to get Sydenham police to act. I asked, do they want to come only if someone gets killed?*
The above is an excerpt from a mail I received from a CPF Member.... Unusual? Nope I think pretty much par for the course here in the Zone.... Are you constantly told that I exaggerate the situation? *keels over laughing......As you are all well aware, every word typed, site visited and mail sent or received on this PC is monitored by the Rotten Apples and Colin Balliram. Should ANY repurcussions fall on either the author of the letter excerpt, or the guy mentioned, it will clearly be down to the Crooked on the Hill. *let wel......
These same 5 upstairs dormitory windows stayed lit all night... The toddlers aren't going to bitch and moan so why not?
The sudden escalation of crime in the Zone smacks of the goonda mentality of the Rotten Apples.... 'If I'm under investigation, you all can bloody well look after yourselves!' ja, would be my guess....
The intruder that leapt over Mr. Ghopaul's electrified fence on Saturday or Sunday, landing in our Treasurer's garden almost on top of her? He knew the power to the fencing was off, and I bet he knew she was outside in the garden as well.... Maximum impact ja.... *shrugs..
When he jumped again over into Ameena's yard, did he keep going until he got back safely to the servant's quarters belonging to the Moth cottages? Where Newton at No. 11 paid for his gang of wekkers to hold a noisy party some weeks back, quite possibly at the suggestion of his good friend Peter Williams?
Did the three guys I saw talking on their cellphones going down into the valley (one of whom peeled off and raced along to climb onto el Maestro's front deck) also come from the same servant's quarters? Is this where the Treasurer's nicked laundry ended up? *snorts... Such a handy nest right there in the middle of all those homes...*cackles..
der Kommissar plus two back-up vans attended to the Treasurer's call personally....*impressed..... Of course there was no sign of the intruder by then...*winks..
Have Missus C and Missus K ever socialised? How fascinating their conversation would be if they could talk freely to each other. Missus C is still permitted a measure of input, but I'm betting Missus K is whipped (hopefully just metaphorically) and I've never yet seen her at a function.... Is she allowed to lead her own life comfortably while He homes in on the young and defenceless? I'm afraid to say I think that she will be abused on a daily basis, either verbally or physically....
I'm betting she is more than familiar with the term so freely used by both my Master and his Protector...'You piece of shit!'...*nods.. Hopefully he will bring her out of the closet eventually and I can judge for myself whether she shares the fruits of his labours or merely crawls 10 paces behind subserviently, as is doubtless preferred by both these ding-a-lings of great stature....*chokes..
I like Missus C and I feel at times that she would like to put a brick up mon Capitano's nose herself...*shrugs... I also like Carol Frankson of the sculpted features and ladylike demeanor, sometime Mistress of our Druglord Earl Michael Barnabas....*nods..
Both of them have given me more than enough reason for dislike and yet I tend to admire their strength... The Sweeper can't predict at any given time, the behaviour of her dodgy SO, and wisely spends more time out and about with her family.... Carol appears to have gone to ground, though I've seen her drive by once, carefully turning her head the other way...*grins...
If I were to think that Barnabas treated her badly, as a result of her and her offspring Baron's mistakes made in their headlong rush for enjoyment at my expense - why, she only has to say so...*cackles... What is he up to these days? Snuggling up to Beeg fish at the moment? Hows about, has Barnabas himself visited the Albert Luthuli Hospital recently? To see his fellow Zoner and good friend Schabir Shaik? *curious...
I'm also betting that Schabir's Visitors Register shows very few of the actual guests that get to have an audience with him...*winks.. How many of you still snort derisively, dismissing my scribbles here as the melodramatic inventions of a demented geriatric? *leans forward, chins quivering...
While I've certainly succumbed to my fair share of madness, how do the Captain of Courage and his Mentor justify theirs? Midlife crisis and stress? *grins.... My lowest point? Discovering that I had developed a crush on a 28 year old voice online FFS! 28!!! *vomits profusely at it's own idiocy...
While the Mentors truly lowest points will never see the light of day, there may be five young trainee policewomen with opinions on his behaviour...oops no! I take that back! Just don't pick up that rank-smelling piece of carpet over there...*snorts and looks at the Provincial Commissioner, Hamilton Ngidi.....
Has he ever read my attempts at poetry? "A Few Good Men"? Should I print it out, frame and deliver it to his offices? One for Johan Stolz and Howard Whitehead as well? *sighs..
Of course there is a strong possibility, difficult though it is to imagine, that my own Socket Seeker has yet to plumb the depths of his penchant for perversion...*grins... I can only hope that I still retain my front row loge seat to witness it when he does...*beams..
Later
10.30am and the Lout of my Life left some time ago in Kitt iii, temporarily silencing a great many of the bird and insect calls.... My guess would be that he is by now comfortably settled in somewhere with the DeathDealer, as the vociferous yet invisible Cape Canary out front has just regained its voice...*falls over..
They've always been easy to spot in the past, but this current lot have been mysteriously elusive...*coughing... I know as much about ornithology as I do about IT technology, and if I can't identify it in my Roberts I'm stumped... I can only go by what I hear and see in a valley that I've lived in for over 30 years...*shrugs...
As I write I see a fine Willy Wydah in his full regalia, feeding at the birdtray....my Master in his stupidity would play that particular sound track after dark and wonder why I find it hilarious....Pfft...
Wednesday 15th October at 3.55am...
Almost like the old days it is, as we took two sets of dips to our electricity system last night....one at 5.44pm and the other not long after at 6.08pm...*shows it's teeth...
The same insect that has sawn away noisily for over a week, from the identical spot outside the lounge window, was at it all evening...*winks at el Maestro de Pollo...
I was reading in bed after 9.00pm sometime, when my Master's remote chirruped. Talk about deja vu! *falls over... Add the overnight light on in the garage, and the garage window itself being left open, and I figure for some strange reason the Fowl King has reverted to his old format of eavesdropping...*weird...
rpm kindly gave me the opportunity to speak out last night, when he posted a thread in the Broadband & IT News forum, titled Cities Go Inhouse.
It was my cue to eloquently state the facts of our plight, and to show how the powercuts and water losses are directly linked to this Government/Municipal Project... Instead, I predictably blethered a few ambiguous words and moved on...*shrugs.. A joke I am and a joke I will remain....*sighs..
I console myself by hoping that a few at least, will believe my assertion that the ability to turn off your geyser is one of the lesser options now available to the Crooked. *gags. That it is the Wireless addition to this Broadband Muni 'offering' that will enable each home that has a Neotel device or Telkom landline to be VOIPED unknown to the homeowner....It would be complete idiocy to believe that this is something restricted to people here in the Zone and run by the Rotten Apples only.
The Wireless Song pours out across the valley in the dark . It's the genuine article, however much my master and his cohorts would try to muddy the waters with their own soundtracks...*chokes..
This latest techno innovation will certainly have aided those who have always screamed 'she's crazy!'... But to the few that have realised the lengths the Rotten Apples and their Golden Tool will go to - I hope you are as entertained as I am...*cackles..
A soft and steady rain has begun falling. Today the toddlers sleep soundly in darkened dormitories at this hour. May I ask Allen Spence again - What the fuck were you thinking? *purple...
The easiest and cheapest way of boosting the wireless signal through neighbourhoods was to utilise Government aided schools and institutions and to hell with the occupants. It's not the broadband side and the ability to control your electrical devices that is the big deal here, astonishing that this is in itself.
The single most unique aspect of this entire Eavesdropping Project is just that - The ability to VOIP individual homes and access your private conversations without you feeling a thing.
It's certainly not an ability restricted to sickos like the Pervert next door...*lawls.. It's taken the Zone to No. 1 on the Corruption Charts and given the Shaikboyz and their ilk even more power than they had in the past. No amount of logical reasoning by vodacom3g will persuade me otherwise...*shrugs..
If, as I now suspect, Lord Foul has actually planted miniscule transmitters at strategic points surrounding our property, he is going to have to send his droogs in EVERY night to move them around....*shrieks... Already I have pinpointed the direction that gives off a persistent Cape Canary both at the front and back of the house, and I'd wager the hasty work done under his garage window and the ensuing clearing of all the plant growth from his garage wall, have more to do with sound transmission than the whiteants Missus C laid claim to....*keels over...
Which brings me to the Plumber who lives in Shoult Avenue here in the Zone. Another like me who chirped when he saw injustice done, and clearly drew the attention of the Rotten Apples fairly often.. Arlene couldn't resist and attended our CPF Meeting only the once. (just to come and take a dekko) *curtseys...
Did she tell him straight away that I was trouble and he could pay dearly if he continued to attend? The minute I walked past his home for the first time, alarm bells rang. Those brand spanking new trailers don't come cheap and it had FAT CONTRACT written all over it....*sags..He is a good man and was a fighter, and it has taken his own kin to persuade him to STFU and enjoy the contracts he's been awarded....*gags.
Was it back in 2004 that the brilliant idea of using Contractors for pretty much EVERY Muni service came into being? How neatly then could the cockups be ascribed to others instead of the Town Clerk and his corrupt cohorts....*sick....
The loerie is calling loudly down in the valley on this grey and pleasant day here in the Zone. It's brilliant scarlet feathers startling against the pale sky as it goes sailing about it's business..
May I suggest the would-be Dr. Dolittle swops the current bird call set up quite possibly at the old Drugboyz hideout, for a kingfisher or shrike? The one he is using seldom stays in the area and is heard only a handful of times during the year... Was that transmittor rained on? The call itself is flat and dead...*roffels loudly... What is my Master doing as I sit here typing? Lounging about listening to some unsuspecting mugs private conversation floating from those speakers? *spews...
Peace julle....PS: On trying to enter #triva after blogging it was the good old Access Denied routine. My Master has set the channel to By Invite Only. Why? Sweating gently there old boy? *cackles....
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Wednesday 15th October 2008 at 12.07pm.
