DON'T PACK IN YOUR DAY JOB......
(begun Thursday 1st January at 5.06am.....)
It's just gone 5am and a couple of die-hard stragglers battle to keep the karaoke going next door at the Henhouse...*lawls... How can I possibly hate him when he has me cackling at this hour?
It appeared to be business as usual over at the unfortunate toddler's dormitories last night, with all the usual suspects active... The Wireless Song was still running after 4.00am and I watched the red tail lights of the security vehicle (?) as it pulled up at one of the Convent outbuildings near Michan Road...*shrugs..
Despite being the Cabbage of the Decade, I'm not unaware that right now el Maestro de Pollo is at his most dangerous. Goofed out of his gourd and running on empty, he still has a couple of chommies left to impress....
So far I've taken everything he's thrown my way and then some, and I'm still fascinated as opposed to anxious....*laughing....
Once I'd switched my phone off (that had me rearing up from sleep every time a New Year's message sailed in), I slept like the proverbial dead, including right through the midnight clamour... *roffels...
The big bangs began at about 8.00pm last night, until I sent out an sms with New Years wishes on behalf of the animals of the area...*grins.... Anxious that the Accountant and my Good Neighbour had gone out to celebrate and forgotten their animals, I needn't have worried....
Missus Accountant was home and had Spanky and his buddy safely inside, and my Good Neighbour had left Joey indoors as well...*applauds...
Although his job description has him saving lives, clearly this doesn't apply to the four-footed variety....*startled....
I struggle to see the point of setting off thunderflashes in such a densely populated neighbourhood and at 8.00pm FFS! A seemingly pleasant enough guy with a missing link?
The trauma his 'entertainment' will have caused the many unloved and uncared for guard dogs, is frankly nauseating and confirms that a title means squat....*remembers the Architect at this point..... And the nominees for Mischief-Maker of the Year are....... *steps down...
Later
My Master would have had to prod his bored witless acolytes back into wakefulness as I booted up the PC at 5.30am... Do they sometimes wish he could move on? Or are they genuinly still as enchanted as ever by Lord Foul's dogged single-minded need for absolute control? *stumped....
Later
Still a bit bemused by the possibility that you may have been wrong? No need to feel bad, as you're in the majority after all...*grins..
The more I turn this thing round in my pointed head, the more the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.....
Who wouldn't rejoice at the thought of a technology so marvellous it would stamp out crime by 2010? Who wouldn't be proud to do their bit for their country in any way they could?
His office is loaded with Tracker awards...Tracker and Tetra sitting up a tree? *snorts...
When a mornings-only job fell into our Treasurer's lap after so many years, it wasn't long before I discovered the company was owned by the head of the Westville CPF. *gags..
Again, the Tetra connection was successfully used to get her out of the house and away from that so vital and busy little area up by the Park....*cackles..
Was it thought that by employing the authors of organised crime here in the Zone, they would suddenly do an about face and work for the Good of the people? WTF were you thinking? That's actually a rhetorical question as I've already answered it time and again.... *grim...
The bent towards corruption and utter lack of morals is what piqued the Beast's interest at the outset.... And yes - I still insist that Telkom plays a bigger part in all this than you would choose to believe.... *shrugs..
All the old names are hopping out of the woodwork here - Bezuidenhout, Retief, Coetzee, van Tonder et al....*winks... A coincidence or not?
The self-enriching fatcats who sit in the shadows at the very top of this mountain of crud are as amoral as the lowest puppet they use....*looks at poor Bali..... I'm not talking about the naive Government officials who are so easily led by the nose either....
Though the ShaikBoyz and Agliotties are up there, it appears that they are being manipulated as easily as the next Whisperer.... *tinfoil hat rammed on head....
What you choose to willingly expose your own family to, is your business.... The criminal activities and corruption that I blether on about will be shrugged off as teething problems, and it's guaranteed you will choose to buy the lies....
Do you not lie awake in the dark and wonder sometimes about having YOUR privacy removed totally?
Though I've described to you often enough how it affects so many areas of your life, I guess it's not something you can grasp at all...*grins...
I love the cute way you fondly imagine that by keeping your nose clean, it will never happen to you and yours....*laughing...
Of course it may well be that tomorrow someone will drive past your home and take a fancy to it..... This someone may well have the necessary contacts up at Your Station to get your system activated.
What will you and your family endure before you are driven from your home? The EMF levels raised to astonishing degrees? Your very eyeballs cooked as you sit before your PC? Hijackings at your front gate? Uninvited guests to your home? You have willingly signed on to the Project and may just as well have handed over your keys to your local Controller and his Masters in turn....*shrugs..
When the four contract killers arrived at the Sham's home, they knew right to the last detail where each family member was, including the maid.... My guess is that at least one of the four was on his cell throughout the entire bloody slaughter....
The rewards you've been given cause you to be selectively blind to the true implications of the Information Theft Project....
You are now so heavily invested there is nothing you can do but keep your head down and fingers crossed for the rest of your natural days? *falls over laughing...
Between them, Allen Spence and the Sad Excuse of a Controller next door, have irrepairably damaged several innocent people....There was never a moments consideration given to compensating these unfortunates...
I would guess that in fact where possible, the mighty Captain of Courage stepped up the assaults, as he did in our case...
My dear friend was in town for a few days and stopped by briefly yesterday. He fully understands how little Penny's dramatic personality change led to her leaving her original job....
He claims that the inexplicable rages they felt (that caused so much domestic disharmony when they lived higher up Harris Crescent), have since vanished.....
Sandwiched as he was between No. 62 and 64 Harris Crescent (waves to Owen Johnson..) and backed onto by my Controller's own brother-in-law, it's highly likely the kind young man and his wife were being sent a whole heap of deliberately unacceptable gifts....*vomits....
Prove it? Therein lies the beauty and attraction of this project to the lowest and most corrupt of this beautiful land's citizens.... *gags..
I wish you a happy and prosperous New Year and only ask that you be aware of the Wikkedness you are unwittingly assisting.... Be brave enough to name and shame those that deserve it...
The Abuser and his Protege deserve a mention here, as does the genius who chose to hand out tin houses to the homeless FFS!!!!
Peace...
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Thursday 1st January 2009 at 1.17pm.
