DOGDAY AFTERNOON.....

(begun Friday 9th at 3.55am)

Do they have standards? Judging from my claims, Bali and his buddies don't aspire to great heights at all....*snorts...

Hard to prove though it is, the use of my telephones for his self-gratification, would be the area of choice for the poor guy right now...

A case in point.....

I tried to get Scotty yesterday morning before I left for the shops. Just to sort out how he should collect Missus Courageous' remote, and what time he would be bringing back the 3 dogs...

Number busy, not available, and voicemail.... Odd - He's always picked up straight away. I had to leave it.. *shrugs...

I tried again after I got back and the same thing happened...

It was weird enough to stick in my memory till Scotty came through with the dogs after 4.00pm.

When he finally called to say he was at the top waiting to return Missus C's remote, I asked him whether his phone had been playing up....

Nope. I asked whether he had been busy on his phone more than usual that day. Nope.

He said he'd only used the phone twice the entire day. How bizarre then...... *chortles...

A call during the early afternoon from Missus Courageous herself, where she'd said she was having trouble raising Scotty on his phone.... It reminded me of how well the Courageous Couple work together....*snorts...

Again - impossible to prove. Clearly the amusement of the day was to block all my calls to the Dog groomer....*shrugs..

Telling you this here merely adds to your disbelief in general, of all my accusations does it not? *grins...

It is so impossible for you to conceive of something this petty, that you would prefer to believe it was a temporary 'Network' problem? *falls over cackling....Not!

After my second or third attempt to raise him, before leaving in the morning, I had remarked aloud to the kid, how odd to have difficulties with that particular number.

Hence the Sweeper's call made for the record during the afternoon....*falls over...

It will have been noted that Missus C said loud and clear on our monitored fixed line, that she too had a problem raising the Dog Parlour....Bingo!

The Courageous Pair are happily in the clear....*laughing..

Still not convinced? I give a toss quite frankly....*shrugs..

Should you be unfortunate enough to draw a Controller as Corrupt as ours, you will find out the hard way just how much amusement the Monitors can have with your lines....*cackles..

So banal as to be not worth mentioning, and yet mention it, I do....*beams...

One untoward remark made while your home's monitoring system is active, and chances are, you will pay for it....*grins..

Depending on the amount of offence taken by YOUR Monitor, the degree of payback could vary greatly...

You could, as Basil has done, lose your car. You could have a housebreaking... or it could be just the minor frustration of not being able to raise a number you need....*beams..

mon Capitano is certainly losing his grip on reality and gives me reason time and again, to expose the crooked nature of our Big Brother Project...*nods..

Will it be any different for the rest of the country? Why would the Premier of the Western Cape, Mistuh Rassool not be given charge of Mz. Zille's monitoring, by the disgraced ex-station commander of Sydenham Station, Koobair. Who now controls the Druglords countrywide....? The Bad will now always be a step ahead of the Good with the aid of Big Brother....*pukes....

Give it some thought, instead of automatically shrugging me off as an incorrigible lunatic. Or not...*shrugs....

All credit once again, must go to the Jack Hunter, for giving me this opportunity to remind you of the methods that can and may well be used, to make you toe the line.....*laughing...

Seemingly insignificant, but the simple control of your fixed lines and cellphones could change your life drastically... Be warned...*grins...

Later:

The Innocent little labrats in the dormitory across the way are being 'rested'? *pukes...

No lights visible from down here last night as the North end dorms were being used.

This morning, the usual 'smart' windows are active except for the one deep orange light that doesn't dance and sparkle as reflections do....*gags...

The North end dorms are lit...

For years that section has been dark, leading me to wonder if the rooms were even occupied.

This has all changed drastically since the use of state-aided institutions by Selebi and Telkom. The Senior Boys Hostel lights are all on, but being a school day this would be deemed normal....

In actual fact there is nothing NORMAL about what is going on over at St. Theresa's, and at institutions around South Africa.

Are you not even the tiniest bit sickened by all this? Do you consider a good Internet connection important enough to shut your mind to the human rights abuse taking place? Then you pretty much deserve the Controller YOU get...*nods...

I rang No. 16 yesterday to ask him to have the two large dongas in the road repaired. One outside the Assessment Centre and the other nearer his gates.....

Extremely damaging to the few non-4x4s left, that use the Crescent, and caused by diggers on the Big Brother project, they need to be attended to smartly....

I will never change my tune that No. 16 is in the Camp of the Good, and have to hope that the rather beautiful offspring does not allow himself to be sucked in by the Totally Corrupt....*waves to Prameet....

Heavily invested in the Project as they are, it is inconceivable that they were aware of the ties to the Crooked... Persuaded like so many, of the benefits to all that this System will achieve, it is hoped that their eyes are now opened to the real dangers that lurk....*smiles...

Despite what lies they have and are still being fed - forewarned is forearmed and it is best if my words here are NOT discussed at home...*cackles..

Of course, if the desire to chat privately becomes overwhelming, one could always switch off the Mains, pull the landline and turn off all cellphones...

I figure you may just be able to chat fairly freely like this.

If I am wrong, heaven help you if you do not follow the rules in your conversation.... Yet another car hijacked at the front gates? Why not.....*shrugs...

Peace julle...

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Friday 9th May 2008 at 8.27am.

POISON PRINCE......

(begun Wednesday 7th at 5.30pm)

In typical bullying fashion, the Chicken King has been reminding me of just who rules the roost...*grins..

I grumbled aloud non-stop as I tried to decipher my notes taken at the CPF Meeting. So that, by the time I'd finished writing them out, my bored Master was more than ready for a bit of fun and games from up on the Hill...

On opening Word, I was given a window saying the program was corrupt. I switched off the phones and pulled the wall plug out of the TV and restarted the PC. I typed out the Minutes in word, connected, and opened my gmail account.

I typed a note to our Vice-Chair, attached the Minutes and hit Send..... Not a chance! It simply said still working some two minutes later, and then a window with 'a server error has occurred and your mail was not sent (#602)', and then the screen froze...*cackles....

Cntrl. Alt. Delete and I shut down and started the whole process from scratch. This time when I hit send it was 'still working' 4 minutes later so I packed it in and went over to #trivia hoping to find an adult...*grins..

My kid sat happily in her gmail account a while later so nothing wrong with it at all...*shrugs...

The mail to the CPF Vice-Chair was blocked. Again I ask why? If the object is to work compatibly alongside the SAPS, why is our CPF business being interfered with in any way? *baffled....

Could it be that my wild allegations of Bali working with the Rotten Apples to their own very different agenda, are correct? *astonished! Could it be, that the very last thing the Rotten Apples want is a workable CPF? That they are horrified by the very concept of the man in the street having any real input in the running of the Zone? *falls over laughing...

Mon Capitano appears to be a law unto himself and offtimes of late, a fairly moronic one at that...*snorts..

Easily able to abuse an utter TARD, I wonder how he will fare when he infests the smart? It is doubtful he will be given control of an area that would actually stretch his brain, as he has shown time and again, his utter lack of self-control...*grins..

That he still seethes with rage at the loss of face he brought upon himself all those years ago at Mweb, is an indication of his childishness....*shrugs..

So many of his silly, self-gratifying amusements are now giving me a foot in the door as it were....*nods..

I had reason to mention the attacks on my cellphone at the CPF and cited this, to raise the matter of the sms Portal system once again....*laughing... Another oops moment for the Lord of the Fowl fosho....

The blocking of my mail to the Vice-Chair this afternoon is another good reason to hammer away for an independent sms system.

Does the good Hamilton Ngidi have a problem with the Al Baraka Bank's donated sms system given to the Westville CPF? No? That's settled then...*grins..

If the PTB cannot control their TOOL, then I must plod on in that direction... Unlike the alleged rapist Adrain Kingsley, this one won't simply go away....*chortles...

How I wish I could be certain that unplugging and switching off the wall jackpoints and telephones affected the audio-monitoring detrimentally... What a coup that would be ! *cackles...

Course I still have that nifty little bit of ISDN ware stuck to my wall in the lounge, and nobody at Telkom Overport ever suggested removing it.... *looks at Devan Pillay and beams....Neato!

When hit by a blackout, I have tended to plug in the old Venus phone for the duration...Silly me...*laughs...

I had a text from Sue the Book this morning. She was heading out, and anxious about 2 guys sitting on the other side of Jan Smuts, watching the houses.

I went up and took these rather good pictures.

Even at this great distance they saw me and hid their faces smartly...*beams...

In actual fact it wan't their faces that intrigued me... rather it was their unusual headgear...

A sparkling white baseball cap and an unusual crocodile dundee bush hat...hmmm..

This pretty much puts them among the merry band of Thespians that frequent the valley and Crescent on a regular basis. Actors that correctly surmise they have merely to change their clothing props to become someone else....*cackles..

They have earned themselves a place in my albums fosho..

There are no startlingly bright lights on in the dorms at 6.25pm from this vantage point. I am usually online at this hour, but the kid is using the PC, so I am free to watch the view across the valley...

Twin yellow lights are on in the church bell tower as the Angelus rings out...

I do not believe they are aerials, nor do I believe they are ordinary lights. They have been put there to fool people is all....*grins... I believe many of my photos will easily prove this.

Personally, I prefer this single dull orange glaring 'light' taken of the bell tower this morning at 7.09am...*beams...

Later:

I was finally 'allowed' to send the CPF Mail at 9.13pm...*shrugs.... whatever rocks your boat hey?

Thursday 8th at 3.30am:

Yes, I am familiar with the terms stoolpigeon, snitch and tell-tale...*grins... Unbecoming words for an unbecoming occupation...*nods... Clearly, a further source of hysterical amusement to the Lord of the Fowl and his Brood...

I am aware that many of the problems my Master creates on our PC are simple enough to be fixed by a Grade One IT learner, and yet we are utterly stumped by them...*snorts...

Mean and petty, but if they work? Hell, why not?! *laughing....

At 3.45am Bali hit the wrong switch, and set his house-alarm off in the still, dark hours....*falls over.. Nobby gave a single bark of protest a minute later....

The shrill shrieking in my ears is such that I will have to listen harder for the Wireless song when I step outside. When I opened the front door earlier, I heard nothing but a rushing sound as of a great volume of water...but no - it was just the gumtrees across the valley, bending in a wind that hadn't yet found us....*beams...

Unusually, I went out socializing last night, and had been driven past No. 742 Jan Smuts Highway. You are all familiar with Mr. Yusuf Akram's address as he is right next door to Earl Barnabas girlfriend, Carol. Mr. Akram was the lucky recipient of this sturdy young palm tree, placed incongruously at the foot of his driveway opposite the sub-station.

The same driveway, next to which a gang of wekkers had feverishly been working a while back, while we had all endured a blackout. *keels over...

Mr. Akram's house and outbuildings had been literally ablaze with outdoor lights last night as I went by. Again, at this rate it is small wonder Eskom are having to use such corrupt methods to recoup the enormous amount of extra power required to run the Big Brother Project....*heaves..

Later:

There's this big dog that sometimes goes down the Freeway in someone's car, towards the City, in the early hours.... He must hang his head out of the window and always barks non-stop as he flies by.... I can't help but wonder whether it's the air on the Freeway bridge that sets him off... Does he feel the wall of EMF here in the valley? *curious...

I sat out for a bit in what I laughingly call the dark.... well aware of just how visible I am, despite no lights on.... A truly ill-sounding cricket buzzed like a shorting banana from my Master's deck area every now and again... A fruitbat shrieked close by and the wind had dropped completely...

I turned my head in unison with Kitz, as we investigated each new sound curiously...

Pepsi and Cola caught sight of Chi on the wall, and launched themselves into a frenzy of shrill squeaks and yaps....*laughing...

The cats have taken to bringing in a steady stream of very pretty erm, rats I suppose they would be?

Not my idea of the big creatures seen nipping from drains in built-up areas, but a silver grey, smaller, and altogether more attractive beastie...*nods..

Twice the size of a petshop mouse and half the size of a sewer rat...*shrugs... Tis a shame when they venture too close to the cats, but thats life right?

Later:

I pulled in at the Station on the way home from shopping, to drop off the Register with lovely Navi.... Alas, she was shut up in der Kommissar's office at a Management Meeting. Was the Lord of the Foul present, or is it Bank's or Hospital's IT systems he works on today?

The very idea should curl your hair but in this Brave New World, you find it perfectly acceptable....*falls over frothing...

Peace julle.

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Thursday 8th May 2008 at 5.36pm.