A BIG GIRL'S BLOUSE...

(begun Friday 11th September at 2.05pm...)


The wind is like a demented beast out there, on this otherwise clear, sunny day... I've got both the Gazette and the Rising Sun in front of me on the desk, and am grinning insanely as I compare the two different articles on Tweedledumb, who made the front pages...
Jeez, how I wish I could have been there that Friday to cheer Augustine on...*grins.. Does the Abuser have any idea of the face he's lost forever? WhoTF advised him to go to Parklands and to allow his so-called 'injuries' to be listed in the Press? His MUM??!! *falls over laughing..

A Big Girl's Blouse running the Station in a notoriously drug-rife area? That's classic! *winks...
In his rush to rid himself of the second really Good Policeman to be transferred to Sydenham, he's totally overplayed his hand... His own so-called transfer lasted all of three days before his Government contacts had him hastily re-instated, as he knows way too much. He will have had the likes of the Muslim Complex over on Jan Smuts calling the Whisperer on his direct line with speed.... You know, the one with the Casspir (sp) parked on the forecourt, and the guys strolling about with AK47's?
Do YOU have a similar establishment in your area? Right on a main road, where such heavy weaponry is displayed openly? *fascinated.... That's top level permission granted right there, and I'm guessing a hotline to Schabir himself...*grins..

Were I to print and distribute the Molestor's urgently requested CPF letter of character reference to the residents of the three blocks over at Sydenham Heights, they wouldn't collectively, stop laughing for a week! *snorts...
Supt. Mngomezulu should be feted as a hero to all abused women FFS. I'm fairly sure that the Chief's own Missus would endorse my suggestion, as I understand she is seeking a divorce?
TweedleDUMB claims in the Gazette that he is 'defending a false charge of sexual harrassment which has no shred of credibility'...*coughs loudly..... If his OWN Missus finds the charges credible, what does that make the Chief? A liar?

To those of you who are genuinely tired of the Zone being run by Barnabas, Koobair and the assorted criminals who dance to their tune, find the balls to contact Supt. Mngomezulu at Greenwood Park and show him your support... Find the five young policewoman trainees who were so degraded, and urge them to continue the fight against this Frontsman for the genuinely Rotten....

OK - there ends my fantasy for the moment. Back to the real world...*grins...

The GameWrecker took me for a spin to the Bluff yesterday. We'd had one of the best coffees there months back, and hoped to repeat the experience. Turned out with the stricter laws on smoking in public, they'd not even set their tables up outside, and appeared to be genuinely struggling for trade - the irony of it all...*sighs...
While there I took my camera in to Budget Photo to have some prints done... The quick print machine couldn't read my memory card so the owner stuck it into his PC... Ooops! He gave a groan and turned the screen in my direction to show me a red window had appeared, screaming foul...*laughing...
I was genuinely apologetic but who in their right mind doesn't first run a scan?

So, this morning I took the card to see if the pictures could be recovered.. Turns out they could and were, and I've some fine prints to add to my collection..*beams...
Check THIS one of the yellow digger tearing up the earth just below the Senior Boys Hostel. And the dudes up the streetlight pole by the Assessment Centre HERE with their Avis rental car parked nearby (Raw Power?).... My word, what a fine shot of the UMC? Which is the DSLAM card?
The best however, has to be the close-up of the new SE light on my Good Neighbour's garage wall...
SEE, the young electrician has it open as he works on it? Something to carry around with me on my travels until I find one clever and kind enough to explain the oddness of this light's innards?

To Colin Balliram and his stooge Delon over at Budget Photo in the Village Market, there will be other opportunities I'm sure... Twas singularly thick of me to think you wouldn't leave me a gift waiting, but for now you may keep your autorun.inf genericl.atr and blow yourselves off, as your forfeit.....
Lady? I'm no ferking lady and never aspired to be....*snorts at Captain Lazarus... Let's just say I'm a temporarily affronted toad who is frankly tickled pink at the enormous criminal efforts gone to, to put me in my place...*roars with laughter....

Is the one-time Sydenham cop bearing my Controller's name related to him? The one that supposedly shot his wife? Rather more drastic than the degrading and abusive offences performed on the young trainee policewomen by Tweedledumb, but it could at a pinch be squeezed into the general Abuse column? Can you imagine what he subjects his own Missus to? That's private? About as private as you've kept my life right? *grins...

Shall we add terrorising Sue the Book's elderly mother to the Abuse chart? No Lazzie, don't look away.. I've not forgotten the intruder that frightened the old lady so, nor the theft of Sue's car and the kid's bike... More abuse fosho.... You don't see it like that? And the new Trauma unit is not VOIPED for your Chief's perverted pleasure? You know absolutely NOTHING of M's shooting at Siripat Field either? Your goose is cooked young man...*laughing..

Knowing of these matters and remaining silent is gross enough.. Knowing of them and enjoying them makes you what? *curious... You don't have faith in our Witness Protection Program? Ahh.. now you're finally making sense... Nor would I for that matter...*winks... Asking for a transfer was the best thing Captain Calvin Bhopal did. Your calling him stupid was your mistake.. He's now actually making a difference, while you..?
Judging from the knowing smile on the lips of our fleeting Interim Station Commander, he is very well aware of how things stand at Sydenham Station.

Hopefully, Superintendent Mngomezulu will be toasted royally in private, and the story of how Rambo needed hospital treatment for a few scratches, repeated around the country...
The end justifies the means? Sure, TweedleDUMB got rid of the thorn in his side by taking a Latino Dive, but in the process he won't live it down for a very long time, if ever...*delighted...

It's been four days since I voiced my opinions of the above fiasco freely on my monitored fixed line.... My Master's rage at my audible derision towards his Idol resulted in the loss of our phone line almost immediately. Not a trainsmash, and in fact it merely adds confirmation to all my other charges of criminal behaviour surrounding the Project...*grins...

There were no Telkom bakkies up by the madressa when I nipped out this morning.. Whatever it was they were doing yesterday, it didn't after all, clear the fault on our line *winks... I was out for a little over two hours, during which time our new streetlight pole was rushed in and planted alongside the old one, in readiness for the now advertised power cut this Sunday...*cackles... Camera shy twits they are indeed!

I hope that some of you at least, continue to smile kindly at my sleuthing efforts, though the smiles on the faces of the Criminals I blog, have become forced and rigid....*winks...

Saturday 12th September at 4.10am..

A minute ago our Network Admin almost activated his house alarm and then instead, chirruped his remote several times... One spliff too many? *interested....
I'd checked out the Forum last night before going over to publish a blog. I laboured till nearly halfway before realising it sounded as though I'd consumed a bottle of cooking sherry before creating the piece...*humiliated....
I cancelled and left... Much of my rambling concerned whether the rocket-scientist was real or a fictional character created by the Damage Control Team for the amusement of the Chosen... As I typed, a gmail advice popped up from the Cellmast Acitivist, pretty much putting the final nail in the coffin of that badly written and incoherent ramble... *grins...

Though still on full alert and unwilling to trust ANYONE (least of all myself), I'll give him a chance for now.. He had said he was taking a break and my concept of time is badly skewed, hence my curiosity at his lengthy silence...*shrugs and pushes the smell of a rat behind her....

I read an article recently that was clearly intended to diminish the risks posed by the cfl energy-saving, wireless friendly, mercury containing lights... Why would Australia have banned their use if they don't present a risk to man and the environment? The Aussies are basically dumb alarmists? I don't think so....

Anyone here care to contact our local environmental journalist Tony Carnie, for his views on the subject? Right now I'll stick with my assertion that many of the SE's used have been customised, and are capable of pushing out way more than just the low frequency radio waves previously thought. Capable in fact of slowing the growth and nearly killing the nearest branches of a well-established fig(?) tree here in the valley... I'm not suggesting that these more powerful SE's sit there pumping out enormous amounts of microwaves on activation.

What I am saying, is that they are capable of emitting far heavier doses than the standard SE's, should the Controller wish to increase the signal strength. What fun it would be to point Muller to specific SE's dotted around the valley, whereupon with no warning at all, he could nip about confiscating the suspects and have them checked out by an independent specialist...*cackles..

You think I don't hear the sheer improbability of such a thing happening even as I write? *shrieks... No wonder you chose criminals to run so many areas. Colin Balliram fits the bill perfectly, and he and his women-abusing Boss are protected no matter what they sink to, in their ceaseless quest for self-gratification....

As the Kurrikane thrush breaks into song out there in the dark little valley, I wish you and yours a peaceful and happy day....

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Saturday 12th September 2009 at 9.09am.