VITRIOL.......?
(begun Sunday 5th October at 3.20am.....)
My recently adjusted hearing literally vibrates to the sounds in the valley this morning.... It's been raining, which seems to lift the shriek in my ears an octave anyways... Added to which the shrill cacophony of *coughs...- insects/wireless song assaults my eardrums....*grins....Not a toad to be heard strangely enough... Lost that soundbyte Meneer? *chortles...
Bali sits tucked safely in his circle of friends.....
The closest circle would contain his Protector and Mentor. The next would be the Rotten Apples, and the next I guess a few of his nearest and dearest FanBoyz.... Beyond that, would be those that have dealt with him over the years, and who have formed a completely different picture to the genuine article...*lawls...
Which of these circles are you priveliged to occupy? Only the three circles nearest him will EVER touch on the Truth. There are secrets shared between him and his Mentor that will never see the light of day. Secrets of the perverted and sick behaviour up on the Hill...*gags.... Without doubt the Controller will claim ignorance of this...*shrugs..
The Rotten Apples in general will discuss and attend to the ongoing theatrical performances including such delights as depositing decapitated toads on dissenter's properties.... *snorts...
The few really trusted Fanboyz will be treated to hilarious tales of cooked electrical assets and arranged visits to unsuspecting residents...
The outer circle will be given Storyline No. 4..... The one that Missus C excels at....*grins...The one that does the rounds on the internet, and is bought wholesale by the IT Intellectuals FFS! *falls over...
Those articulate and intelligent youngsters who honestly think they can make a true character assessment online... *shakes it's head.... They have clearly underestimated my Lord Foul from the outset, and have no clue whatsoever to his real relationship with the Rotten Apples and his Protector.
Whatever line you are given, is artfully and eloquently endorsed by the Sweeper...*grins... A duo unmatched by their cunning salespitch...*cackles... Eh! That you could be a fly on the wall in the Office of the Throne on the Hill....*sighs... When the Mentor describes to his Protege the latest disgusting exploits inflicted on his young victims...
As has been so effectively used against me, I now return the favour and insist that the Mentor is Guilty until Proven Innocent...*laughing... What exactly is the difference between these two marvellous achievers? They are both married with offspring, and both have a perverted taste for extreme bullying so, not much difference at all....*shrugs..
The Master's preference as a dyed-in-the-wool Coward, is for victimisation and bullying in a way that cannot be proved...*winks... His Mentor OTH relies on his Contacts to cover his exploits.
Whoever has persuaded el Maestro de Pollo that it would be wiser to refrain from his obvious attacks via our electrical supply and online, cares less about the attacks that continue overnight...
His Advisors have no control over his use of the system whatsoever, and they merely continue to agree that my claims of screaming ears, burning hands, odd cramping, aching teeth and cooked eyeballs are psychosomatic and lunacy at it's finest....You think? *rolls on the floor...
By now they know exactly what it is he gets up to, as he sullenly hunches over the DeathDealer in der Bunker... They will allow him to continue uninterrupted.....*looks at Allen Spence...
Sophie now gnaws at the blankets frequently in the dead of night... she doesn't seem to be fully awake and despite that I admonish her, she can't stop.... Tis a side effect of gifts sent us by the Lout of my Life and you know this as well as I do...*grins... My poor desperate Controller has decided that what terrifies him, must surely frighten me....*snorts...
The constant and deliberate references to cancer and radiation come way too late...*roffels... They are as gravel tossed against my freakish hide....
In my own foolish arrogance, I choose to find our symptoms interesting enough to share with you here...*shrugs... There are surely records available to show that what I describe has been experienced by others subjected to similar onslaughts? Records that won't be available to the General Public IMO? *cackles..
But certainly accessible to EE's with the right 'contacts' *winks... Basil, Penny and Sue the Book have been shrugged off as inevitable casualties of this marvellous technological innovation. Giving them the compensation that is their due, would open up a Pandora's Box that would cost more than the Crooked are willing to pay...
The possible failure of the entire Project in fact...*nods... As that prospect cannot be entertained even for a second, the PTB plough ahead callously, rewarding their Stooges even when they cockup so drastically...*vomits...
Later
As near as dammit to 5.00am and little Cola protested twice... A minute or so later, several of the big dogs across in Michan Road agreed with him....
Did the Advanced Planning Committee ever think to include the canine population in their projections? If the totally uncaring attitude meted out to the innocent is anything to go by, then no, dogs wouldn't have been a part of the equation at all...*lawls..
In fact, the Captain of Immense Courage finds great amusement in using the frequency waves to torture his own beasts.... Again, you KNOW I speak the truth here, and have no need to sell you anything at all...*shrugs... (Not that Truth in any form appeals to you, overstocked as you are on snake-oil)*roffels...
Whereas I in my Tardishness take pleasure in being proven wrong, and will hasten to publicly admit my mistakes, for IT Intellectuals such as yourselves to admit to having been conned is a no-no..... *falls over.... I'm grateful that my pride plays such a miniscule part here on Toad's Last Stand...*grins...
The only pride I will admit to is standing my ground against such overwhelming odds.
What you lot doubtless consider further confirmation of mental instability....*cackles wildly...
Let the records show another useful side to the Monitoring options now available..
You will recall that when Penny courageously managed to get the Massa's chillun and herself over my wall to safety on June 13th, I had called the Mentor first, and said that I had Bali's children and the maid here, and they'd been held hostage. Could he send someone asap?
He had hung up without confirming anything. Only five minutes later, did Good Navi call and say the mentor wasn't sure of Balis address....
I would be keen to know which sections of these recorded calls have since been deleted. *winks... My astonished remarks at Navi's call? I bet they're history, and the only part that now remains on record will be the Mentor asking for an address he has known for 9+ years! *laughing...
Wait now..... I will go see if the Controller allows me a connection on this damp and drizzly Sunday morning...
Later
Miraculously, His Graciousness allowed me to connect. The deliberate lagging and spamming in trivia ceased abruptly as I made my Shady Pines calling Colin Balliram remarks...*smiles...
There are plenty more in the same vein, which I will resort to in retaliation for continued disturbances...*shrieks... While my Master no doubt deletes my protests from the Channel logs, it is not before they have been seen by his Peers ... so - www.bluerinseidiot.com? www.wrinkly4u2smack.com? Or hows about www.pimprookies4dboss.com
All sadly enough, near the mark....*spits....
Was the CPF ever informed of the amount raised by the Lion's Club towards our proposed trauma unit up at the Station? *curious...
Is the trauma unit in operation yet? There are apparently five young trainee policewomen that could have put it to good use....*gags....
Of all the trees I've killed in a futile attempt to convince you that the Government Eavesdropping Project is not precisely what you've been told, a self-inflicted blow by the Corrupt has achieved more than I ever could....*chokes..
To have been felled by one's own schlong oppie ou einde nogal! *shrieks.... Wishful thinking? Not even.....*shrugs.... Negative thoughts produce negative energy, which I can't afford at this stage of the Game..*winks...
The rains have arrived. How long will it last and how much destruction will it cause...?
The article in this week's Gazette titled Police Flush Water Meter Thieves refers.... A water meter ripped from it's source by a vehicle driver, causing a massive loss of water? That's one quick way to empty out the pipes for the cabling ja, and I guarantee there will be teams of wekkers laying cables in Umbilo next week...*cackles...
Later
The GameWrecker came through at 8.20am to say the connection had been dropped. All he was then given was Error 718...*grins... Our connection has been astonishingly rock steady through gales and downpours. I predict it will become more unstable as time marches on.... sies vir jou....*laughing..
Peace...
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Sunday 5th October 2008 at 9.24am.
