ON THE ROAD AGAIN.....
(begun Tuesday 25th November at 8.10pm....)
Whatever it is they were using at the Master's this arvo, caused the desk lamp to dip eachtime they switched the bugger on.... A tile-cutter maybe? Cest la vie hey mon Pollo? *grins..
Currently you would be hard put to find a more confused toad than this one.... The entire banning operation at mybroadband simply has an air of theatrics about it... Catching up today on rpm's Report thread in Suggestions & Gripes, found me wondering at the OP's many huge grins...
Such a small, silly thing, but I put great store by the careful choice of these emoticons and found them more disturbing than the weird waffle posted....*laughs..
I confess I'm stumped on the whole matter... It's almost as if Debbie and Halicon have borrowed from the weasely Town Clerk's modis operandi of changing streetnames to distract from the Muni/Telkom's feverish efforts to link up the land to Big Brother...
Create a massive and confusing disruption, leave and then re-invent yourself...*fascinated..... I still remember well the articulate posts made by the political science grad and how astonished I was to eventually find she was little more than a child. How this past year has shown a marked change in her posts from ageless commonsense to IRC user....*shrugs...
A long-term plan then, or just more of my wild imaginings? Tis true I often see dragons where none exist, and these days I find I can forgive myself for these justifiable lapses quite easily...*cackles...
Wednesday 26th November at 4.25am...
I lay listening to the Massa's Sounds of Nature efforts earlier, and thinking that you really have to be here to appreciate them fully...*shrieks.... My idleness made me late, but he kindly ran the same old canary (only it's not) in the coral tree at about 4.20am as usual....*grins....
You want to shut the bird up? I suggest you have an audible, but quiet conversation with yourself, and he has to stop the thing immediately to hear what it is you are muttering about...*laughing... I'm very well aware of how the audio efforts are being used to constantly reinforce your opinion of my sanity...*roffels... It would be easy enough then to exclude mentioning them right? But I firmly believe in giving the Snake-oil Salesman credit where it is due....*beams...
He lost the plot briefly at 5.24pm yesterday. I'd caught up on mybroadband and hopped over to efnet only to lose the connection first to the channel and then to iBurst....*cackles... An irritable reminder of just who rules the roose...*shrieks...
I was given Error 619's until I shut right down and restarted... A habit that's impossible to break el Molto Revolto? *grins...
It's amusing to see how his cronies still refuse to buy the 'what's sauce for the goose' adage and heckle me ceaselessly for my downright cheek....*laughing...
Later
She remarked casually that he now drives a car. Well ja, but how did she know? Does he cruise up and down past her place? *falls over laughing...
So he's eighteen now? Well it makes no difference actually, as any Law officer pulling Baron Frankson over could well live to regret it....*cackles...
Was it serendipity that had me drive down their little servitude that morning to find his car blocking the road? His chommie, so dripping with bling at that early hour of the day, had hopped up and down with his pseudo-apologies while the Heir apparent had said squat.... From a scrambler to a quadbike to a car....
How civilised at last, to cruise about checking on his dealers...*grins...
Young Captain Lazarus enjoyed the abuse to the point that he too sadly lost the plot. Much as he sneered at Calvin Bhopal, is he himself now sniggered at.... *sighs...
Phoning M on her monitored and recorded cellphone to express his dissatisfaction at her written report, was a huge error....*cackles...
I would be interested to know whether the phone records still have M saying clearly ' Do you want me to lie?' or has that killer line been eradicated? *laughingly makes room on the Fool's Bench....
I figure I've covered every aspect of power that the Rotten Apples wield... Despite this, I regret to say I am unimpressed.... If it was ever hoped that I would respect, aka fear this bunch of thugees, may I remind you that the Mentor himself has a taste for using his position to abuse/molest defenceless young policewoman trainees, and his main squeeze, my own Poison Prince, is obsessed with a one-foot-in-the-grave 63 year old TOAD FFS!, and now we have a seemingly pleasant young police Captain openly unconcerned at the shooting of a resident.
Respect? I don't think so hey? *grins...
Despite the ease with which they can pick up a phone and order a car stolen or a home burgled, or even, as in the case of the Sham family, a slaughter to take place, they continue to reveal their stupidity to the world....*yawns...
Imagine if you can, how these powers they have could be used for the Good, instead of the self-enriching almost girlish spite they embrace so lovingly....*sick...
They are the Law and can't be touched can they Hamilton? Director Mbele? *grins.... There is simply nothing you can do about it now, but watch your backs.....*roffels...
Whether Commissioner Ngidi kids himself his movements and calls aren't monitored, makes no difference..... As long as he is fully aware of ALL the options this wondrous Information Theft Project has to offer, he is in with a chance....*shrugs..
Freedom of Speech and of the Press is now a thing of the past. Whatever exposes and revelations are now published, are only because they have been deemed permissable by the Top Dogs... Anything damaging to the Project will never see the light of day....
Later 5.30pm
Still at least an hour to go before dark, and yet the Master already has the system up and running... What does it cost to run that SE facing us over at the Senior Boys Hostel? Sure it's an energy-saving, mercury containing favourite of the Wireless Project, but cranked up to that astonishing strength must surely cost money? *curious...
This is one of the many perks of Jack Hunter's position... He can run as many signal enhancers during daylight hours as he wishes.... Then, a few weeks down the line, he'll make a plan to take the family visiting out of the Zone for the day, and cut the power here to make up for the extra he's been using... Are Controllers given rough quotas to follow? If he oversteps the amount allowed, do we all enjoy a subsequent blackout at a time suitable to our Foul King? Pretty much gospel hey... *gags..
Thursday 27th November at 4.05am...
I physically ache this morning... We went out on a CPF Patrol last night and dutifully drove round the Zone for +2hours.... I guess I must have laughed non-stop, to be feeling such results this morning...*grins...
In the spirit of honesty, I'm quite frank about my online diary/blog to those who participate in the Patrols... This has had it's downside alas...
Much of what is discussed as we cruise the neighbourhood, is now prefixed with "this is not for your blog"....*choking....
And honour it I must.... If however, I'm fortunate enough to hear a conversation without being requested to STFU about it, it's yours to share....*beams..
And so it was that I was wrong on the matter of the Whisperer, Schabir Shaik, and as yet he still lurks in Albert Luthuli...*shrugs.. His admirers do a fairly decent job of spreading misinformation, which is happily picked up by such as this eejit toad...*cackles... No matter... My input last night was, that the guy should be allowed to walk.
Again the old chestnut of 'what's sauce for the goose' applies..
Our President-to-be didn't see the inside of a cell for his involvement in the corruption, therefore why Schabir Shaik should sit any longer escapes me...*grins...
The Controller's house is not to be painted a blinding white after all and is instead a dull clay colour with a dark aubergine roof... Very fetching indeed....*is a pale shade of green.....
Peace..
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Thursday 27th November 2008 at 5.50am..
