MIRTH OF A NATION.......
(begun Saturday 10th January at 4.30pm......)
What?! Something I did? Something I said?!
It's hard to tell whether Lord Fowl has degraded our power supply further to make a point, or just for his and his chommies ongoing entertainment.....*grins...
The now constant (and if you bother to look at the bulb filament) flickering of all the lights, and the resulting almost inaudible clicks and squeaks from the telly, denote a new level of attack *interested.... Not all going quite as you'd hoped for then, o Massa Mine? *lawls.....
What in particular enraged my Controller to the extent that we were treated to half an hour of pyrotechnics on their front deck last night? Will Missus C have already told you that the fireworks were a gift and it was done for the girls enjoyment? *cackles..
Some really pretty ones too.... You know the beautiful shower of stars that ends with a big bang? Oooh, and the ones that take off with that amazing whining scream that goes on and on and freaks out the stupid dogs and cats nearby? Classic! It's times like these I admit to being just a bit envious of the family's connections... *sighs..
By-laws and other such nonsense are not something they have to bother about at all....*winks...
The freedom to whack your neighbours silly via their power supplies, topped off by the ability to terrify the animal population round about, all for your own perverted pleasure, must be enormously gratifying! *beams....
I could hear the youngest enjoying the fireworks, so assume she is being reared along the lines of her papa's beliefs? Interesting....*nods to Missus Courageous...
These five dormitory lit windows stayed on all night. Neatly tucked under the square of silver material ostensibly placed on that piece of roof to stop the leaks here.... *coughs....
In a further mention in this weeks Gazette, officials were again handing out more of the little torture chamber Hot Boxes.... Though the Muni is taking the credit for supplying them, did I miss the name of the company that got the tender? Come, don't be coy.... A list of company directors responsible for this latest inspired move would make for titillating reading...*gags...
Are there no artists among you? All dull, boring, analytical left-brainers? I've seen some truly odd exhibitions of nonsense purported to be art, and think my idea of a vast series of photos taken during daylight hours of active streetlights, would be a cut above the rest.
Required, are enterprising and dedicated souls to drive about their city and suburbs for a week, taking pictures of all the Muni owned lights active during the day. These should be printed, showing the relevant dates and times and only the address needs to be added...*laughing...
There are more than enough of these babies active to make a shocking point. That Eskom is colluding with all the Munis, and it's got very little to do with a power shortage (though at this rate we're going to be in the dwang sooner rather than later...).
If you had the time, you could then move on to the Chosen. Businesses that have been encouraged to run really big SE's during the day, like General Motors in Essex Terrace or this amazing cracker down at Premier Foods in Sydney Road...
Throughout the suburbs, despite the purported power shortage crisis, you will now find dozens of residences with their lights on in the day....*shrugs..
The entire country is being encouraged to lie, never mind poke about in their neighbour's personal life.... Gossip is a good thing said der Kommissar, giving me the beady eye.....*roffels...
Later 8.55pm
Just who is it that assists Captain Courageous to make the somewhat larger changes to the circuits? A connection down in Springfield would be my guess....
This always-on overhead down by the Freeway bridge was swopped over to the Mothership now burning 24/7 along with the Master's own streetlight. Driving back from the city this morning at about 9.00am, I found all the streetlights active from Sue the Book's up Jan Smuts Highway to the top of the hill, as well of course, as the usual suspects.....*shrugs...
When I suggested the changeover was to give the Rabid Chicken tighter control, I wasn't far wrong at all....*cackles...
The power supply that the GameWrecker pays for is now a travesty.... The TV which gave no problems apart from the continuous and fairly quiet audio interference (matching the flickering of the lights), was attacked not long after I shut down the PC and went to watch telly this evening...*winks....
As a Controller that once awed me, Colin Balliram has shrunk to a pathetic cartoon character of what I'd once foolishly imagined him to be.....*laughing.... He truly is an embarrassing millstone around the Project Author's necks...*shrieks....
There is absolutely squat you can do about it, as his total lack of moral fibre (!) is what makes him so truly indispensable! *lawls.... So here we have a Mexican stand-off..... An uncontrollable obsessed little pervert who simply doesn't see himself for the Idiot he truly is, his every pathetic effort at control blogged by a Tard determined to reveal the massive corruption surrounding this Project...*grins....
He does my work for me..... Awesome!
He still hits the scramble button when I go to blog, and who is to say it's not still heavily edited? You would know? *roffels... Credit where it's due guys.... He's better than the best of you at altering stuff on our PC with speed...*grins...
My word, but he's had years of practise as you all know....
Do Sean Findlay and Peter Williams take themselves seriously? Do ANY of you take yourselves seriously? *laughing...
C'mon Missus C, drop the mask for a second and admit he shames you horribly... That you pretend you don't know what goes on up at the Station with his Protector.... and yet you leap to his defence with fabrications of amazing proportions....
All the while voda3g insists this is just a personal vendetta does he not? *grins... A note of desperation in your voice there Jannie? As well there should be mate....*shrugs...
The temptation to just STFU certainly occurs to me now and then, but el Pollo de Grande will have none of it...*beams... So I shall continue with my boring rhetoric on the matter of how neatly you have conned so many into believing this Project is a worthy one.... While you sit in your techno eyrie on the hill and try to keep your side of it together....*smiles...
It matters not a jot that I leap from system to system in an attempt to describe what it is that's being used.... I'm near enough on the mark when I say it's been touted as The Fabulous Anti-Crime breakthrough of the Decade...
I'm on the money when I say that Colin Balliram is tasked to teach mostly younger Chosen PC users in the arts of hacking...
I'm right on the button when I insist that the Rotten Apples and the Shaikboyz have their own intended uses for this marvellous Information Theft Project.....
*Maybe if you had a true point of view, I would listen to you....*sings....
I hear the Master and his bootlicking chommies carousing next door as I write. Little wonder then at the problems with our TV...*grins... Have you begun to re-adjust the picture you've had up till now of this brilliant Cracker and his SO? Not to worry, as you'll have your own to deal with quite soon.... Anti-crime? Are you serious? *falls over shrieking....
Later at bedtime
It's lovely out. All damp and dripping and cooler at last....
The Pervert has the power running at it's lowest output but despite that, his valley multiplex/wireless box gleams brilliantly in the glow of der Bunker SE....*lawls...
You can't keep a good Weirdo down hey? What do you really make of all this? Or have you already realised that's a question you'd be wiser not to answer truthfully? Good thinking dudes!
Sunday 11th January at 4.55am..
It's still raining steadily. Millie and her sister shrieked urgently as I began to pedal, before they settled down to a slow burn.... I embraced the now-familiar blanket of nausea and marvelled at the power of a mind under siege.....
Fat Sophie bustled outside bristling just after 5.00am and insisted loudly there was something bothering her down towards the Massa's kaia....*grins.
I fetched the pellet gun and put a noisy one straight into the Pervert's bedroom monitor.....*laughing... Time to get that spliff-befuddled head out of the sack my Lord...
Another day, affording you more delights than you ever dreamed would come your way?
Bring it.
Peace....
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Sunday 11th January 2009 at 6.33am.
