Sunday, December 14, 2008

TUB THUMPING.......
(begun Friday 12th December at 3.33am...)
The rain is still falling steadily. I swear the Master has just kicked in the Screaming Meemies though i don't go outside to check....*puzzled..... Up bright and early today then? *winks at the Foul King...
Karma and the mynah had me bleeding yesterday. *shrugs... That aside, it was a most interesting day. I popped into Fototech at Westville Checkers to find their photo printing machine down for the second day in a row and their tech fallen off the radar.... *unsurprised..... The owner is Not among the Chosen, though his neighbour in the suburbs has been blogged previously as a very definite candidate...
Surely the fact that this shop and his other one, Budget Photo at Hofmyer, are where I have my pics printed, couldn't be why his machines are constantly going down? *winks...
The Weasel (with his uncle at Chats Station) acquired employment at Budget for a specific purpose....*grins and waves to Delon.... why then would you consider the machine problems at the Westville Mall branch to be unrelated? A classic example of how simple it now is to hit those the Corrupt deem to be the enemy, via their power supply....*grins..
The GameWrecker picked me up at midday and we drove up the Crescent to find this big Muni water lorry from the day before, this time pumping out water from the hydrant outside No. 72. The driver here had given me a wave and a smile as I'd passed by earlier...*beams..
A great deal of activity was going on in the park next to the madressa school development.... This picture has to be the catch of the day! This huge sodium-based light was active and was being adjusted by the droog on the ladder. It faces directly towards one of the panels on the cellmast next to my ex-CPF Chair's home further down the crescent and I'm guessing that somewhere down the line, a few of the madressa pupils will be getting blinding headaches....*fascinated...
It looked to have easily matched the power output of the giant freeway overheads and yet is just a floodlight in the Park FFS....
Everywhere we drove there were streetlights active. Everywhere! *grossed out...
The GameWrecker dropped me back home at about 2.30pm to find Newton's wekker here aimlessly running the pressure-hose at full strength onto their driveway as a river ran down the Crescent to Jan Smuts Highway....
I came up again at 4.00pm to find the large Trustee himself still running the hose in the name of the Beast....*falls over laughing..
On a more serious note, I have to wonder whether these two staunch Project supporters have considered for one moment that their youngest's problems may be related to the Project and their excellent LOS to all things so powerful.....
Does Missus N find her head becoming scrambled of late? Is there more anger in their house these days? More depression? How's about constantly tired and needing to sleep? *curious.... There will of course be a price to pay for all their recent largesse, if not sooner then later....*shrugs..
Consider if you will, the totally unqualified operator of all the powerful SE's facing them. This operator's ability to control the strength of the output of power from these SE's and his complete disregard for the safety of others, and lack of self-control....
It's way too late for this family to extricate themselves now, and they will have to continue working for da Man despite any detrimental effects that may occur....
There is nothing that would persuade the Trustee to leave the Project now anyways, as he has long since become oblivious to anything other than the steady kerching of his bank balance increasing...*gags..
The Fowl King activated the Wireless Song from the convent for a minute or two at 4.30am... It stopped as I walked and he then set off the Screaming Meemies over on the bluff... Peurile stuff befitting his goonda mentality and I suggest he may find more satisfaction in simply playing with himself....*chokes..
It appears that the already dodgy quality of my Controller's attentions are once again going downhill....*sniffs...
The dips to our lighting were non-stop last night, and it's doubtful it was due to his being off out at another function... As I went past the TV earlier, it gave a nasty thwack as Bali entered...
Finesse? Stealth? I think not! *falls over shrieking..
I didn't miss the dude standing posed at the Master's top gates when the GameWrecker dropped me off at 2.30pm yesterday either... *beams... Fixing my Master's faulty gates was he? Raaait! *laughing..
We drove round into Crouch road yesterday to discover that Sydenham Heights Block B residents are even worse off than I'd initially thought, since the new fencing has been erected....*sags...
Saturday 13 December at 5.15am...
I decided against consigning what I'd already scribbled, to the bin, and will plod on regardless.... Suffice to say that Little Willy has been totally preoccupied with his sound effects this morning....*cackles..
I saw no dips to our system last night, in spite of the forked lightning on the southern horizon...Pfft....
So Aziz, Ishmael, Lloyd..... do yourselves a favour dudes and install an ordinary old-fashioned light bulb next to your PC where you can see it clearly. Who knows? Your tutor may be popping in to your home when you least expect him...*laughing... Watch your mouths should your lights flicker, as the PWNED may no longer speak their minds any more than this toad....*grins..
Later
I've just seen Friday 12th Mercury's headline "Warning on Water, Power cuts" *grossed out...
Having told you that on Thursday I'd seen more streetlights active during the day than ever before, and great pools of water from runoffs all over the place, I would hope that you don't buy this latest load of crud from the Crooked Town Clerk and his cronies...
The Chicken King has sent steady mini surges to our lighting system all evening. Not just the one desk lamp, but the standard lamp as well, is taking strain.... To what end? His gates are properly closed, so I figure he has set it up deliberately as one of the few spiteful avenues left to him...
Ah..... the desk lamp here in the kid's room has just given it's first dip as well...*cackles.. Mistuh Mean stalks me? Fosho he does....*grins.. Poor obsessed pervert that he is....
See Al old boy, this is the inevitable result of not insisting on a psychological evaluation before gaily handing over so much responsibility to a petty crook and his Abusive Mentor...*snorts..
Course that's no longer your problem hey?
I'm fairly amused that the Airwing Chopper boys chickened out of attending our function after all.... They were busy overhead mid-afternoon today and didn't give me a wave....*cackles..
The Wireless Song runs in the background and a SPFX cricket near the window calls endlessly on it's loop... The Master chirrups his remote at 9.40pm and the desk lamp dips alarmingly...*lawls...
It appears that Penny's job at No. 6 has finally come to an end. *sighs... Missus Courageous has repeatedly said she wants a live-in maid, and damaged as she was by the 'testing' in 2005, Penny can't stay in the area 24/7...*shrugs..
Despite my ongoing tardish cackling and cavortings through these pages, I'm well aware of the appalling destruction that was unleashed on Basil, Sue the Book and Penny in 2005. Their lives have been changed forever by Allen Spence and Collin Balliram between them..... Pinky and the Brain se GAT!!! *vomits..
The few that have finally come to understand the gibberish I speak, and to know that I do NOT lie, will nonetheless shrug it off and say there is nothing to be done to help these people...*sags...
Maybe not, but I shall continue to remind you ad nauseum of the sheer Wikkedness surrounding this Information Theft Project, by the simple means of using my Master and his Mentor as the perfect examples of power gone mad/bad....*grins...
Peace..
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Sunday 14th December 2008 at 3.01pm