FARTING IN THE WIND.....

(begun Sunday 27th September at 1.20pm...)

The GameWrecker got quite animated just before he left this morning... He'd just been reading about the Capetown blogger who is making like R25ks from ads run on his blog. Was he serious? I've not read the report and why would I, in my ongoing mission to avoid reality?
The author obviously writes really well, and has a huge fanbase. Prime territory for canny advertisers....

I believe I read a thread on MyBroadband just last night, on how one's PC can be commandeered and pages changed in appearance by the Controller... Something I've remarked on more than once...*winks at Bali...
Google ads propositioned me many moons ago.... Or did they? *blinks... In the strange world of shadows I frequent, I don't know for sure to this day whether or not my blog is visited by anyone other than Bali and a persistent spambot or not.... *grins...

OTOH, were there indeed enough visitors who came regularly to point and snigger at these pages, what type of company would wish, or even dare to advertise here? *cackles... Nigerian drug runners? Gunsmiths? Psychiatrists and Psychologists? Private clinics for the mentally disturbed? Retirement homes? Canine behaviouralists? Specialists in the removal of spyware in and about the home? (Now THERE'S a career path that could take off over the next few years!)

I fear I put a damper on the GW's enthusiasm when I explained that initially I'd adopted the moral high ground and said I wouldn't cheapen my blog with ads. Hah!!! *chokes...
The truth of the matter is that I don't even trust the pages I see before me on the monitor...*shrieks... Nor do I know of an honest man in his right mind that would be brave enough to place his company or product's name on these pages of guesses and assumption...*sighs..

The GW obviously thought there was a remote possibility I could replenish a fraction of the steady stream of pension money leaving his account... Again I've failed him... Once a leech, always a leech...*shrugs...

Should I be pointing my loud hailer in the direction of the new player who appeared in this morning's Sunday Times News Section on Page 3? One Paul O'Sullivan, a former British Intelligence Operative now settled in our fair country? Was he an independent player or part of a team? Did the Oldboys Network approach him and did he decline their offer, as he could see ahead to the corruption that would flourish under the guise of the Muni's Wireless/Broadband Network System? (At this point my harddrive goes nuts as I type here in blogger.)
Did he find it unacceptable to establish base stations at State funded institutions? Was he grossed out by Eskom's continued lies regarding the power supplies, and offended by the lies to come on water shortages?
Was he relieved when the film script was accepted, knowing that he can now comfortably retire? He must have realised that hardly any of those he's caught will get much more than a slap on the wrist, and at worst, suspension on full pay? Bloody depressing hey? Still, it looks like Lady Luck has smiled on him at last and he deserves it...

I've a feeling the Porker Malema may just crash and burn well before he reaches his ultimate goal. His Shiny Chubbiness has his nose buried too deep in the trough to see the storm clouds gathering...
Did I not say early on that the options now so easily available to the Crooked via the Info Theft Project, would become a tangled, heaving mass of confusion as everyman snitches on his neighbour in turn? *falls over laughing..

With the Judicial system in disarray and the Correctional Services an over-burdened joke, what do you guess will happen next? I somehow feel the sound of gunshots will increase to become the new muzak in Malls and businesses, as the wronged find their own justice using other means than waiting for years in queues, only to find the judge presiding has been bought off....

LATER at 2.30pm

What a pretty day it's turned out to be, as fat white clouds scud north against the bluest sky... Did you mind my words on the Master's use of his animals? He has one of those enormous round SE's stuck to his house wall facing B.Snr's side as well.. He has at least 2 more (not counting the now disgraced Bunker light) facing the valley, and several up by the drive and gates... Any one of these can have its emissions juggled to the frequency that so freaks out his dogs, depending on who it is he wishes to disturb at any given time... *grins..

You are an ADD sufferer and are sympathetic towards this Cracker and his Monstrous Mentor? You are disgusted that I dare suggest Colin Balliram would sink so low? Here, have a sleeping pill and pass out for another 5 years o Witless One!
Do you believe the Snake-oil Doctors when they insist Bali has ceased attacking us by means of upping the emissions in our home? Or is that rather what you PREFER to believe? Though you would dearly like to ascribe the continued frequency changes to my hearing at certain points in my home to some sort of normal geriatric ailment, it would have to be a FAIL.

Despite that he has prudently stopped the wall of heat that usually overwhelms me when I sit down here at the desk in the early hours, he still pays me far more attention than is good for my health and I guess you know this... *looks at Jannie...

On a scale of one to ten, and in order of importance, my squeaks are like farts in the wind.. Fourways, Westdene and Blairgowrie have articulate dissenters that you find require your full attention, leaving me to be sucked ever deeper into the quicksand of corruption covering the Zone...*coughs... God forbid you resort to saying I asked for it, as you of all people know better...*snorts..

This was a game devised in the beginning by Koobair the Squat and his Rotten Apples, but one I'll hazard eventually acquired your full and amused support did it not Jannie? You considered you'd seen and heard it all, when along came a Retard of such epic proportions even your jaded spirits were lifted? Pieter Bezuidenhout and Andre Retief are friends of yours? Naspers is certainly doing it's bit alongside Eskom and the Muni's to see that the masses are ultimately enslaved... You GO mnet/mweb! *cackles...

Neotel and the weird handsets they insist are essential to your contract don't give you pause for thought? *rolls eyes.... What I find most intriguing is just how you intend linking up those many ultra-savvy IT fundis without their knowledge... Done already? The WUG developers are on, but don't know it yet? *grins.. What about ic and rpm? Would they know immediately were someone to activate VOIP in their homes?

Hopefully I've made it just a tad more difficult for the Crooked, by noting every possible sign to watch for... If you choose to deem them no more than the paranoid delusions of a senile old toad, that's your perogative... *beams...

Lord, but there've been some delicious moments along the way.. The two pictures of the Whisperer carefully placed in the Press as he lay at Death's Door were classic! Come on now, you remember? A head and shoulders portrait of him gazing ecstatically at some higher being we weren't shown, and then posed artfully lounging on a recliner reading, in full white Muslim robes? Do enlargements of those two pictures adorn the walls at his palatial residence at Innes Road? Were they sent to the Libyan President just prior to his visit here? *grins slyly...
How much financial aid did the devout Shaikboyz manage to persuade Ghaddafi to part with, to aid the Project and the spread of Islam? *entranced by Mo and Schabir's genius...

If we were thought worthy of being the kick-off point for the Information Theft Project here in Kwazulu, may I request that you consider us among the first to now be cleaned up? Using your much touted eavesdropping skills, let's see the real crooks taken down? *looks at Tweedeldumb and his unfortunate Lackey, and Koobair the Squat with Barnabas.... They're still too useful? Somehow I thought you'd say that...*sighs...

Monday 28th September at 3.20am..

I've just been out to give the Twins a bit of liver and rice, as I'd not seen them yesterday. All the dogs had been voicing their disapproval of something up in the road earlier... A stray? There are a great many other fascinating things passing by in both the valley and up top, to cause the dogs to lose the plot and I didn't mean to imply that EVERY time his dogs barked, he was manipulating the frequencies FFS....

My left wrist has felt broken these past few days.. Much as it was my shoulder last month... The trials of the aged...*sighs... It's odd though, as you know I do as little work as I can, so it really has no business playing up... I took myself to bed eventually and then the REALLY nasty knife-like pains began to shoot up and down the damned thing until I finally considered getting up and resorting to a painkiller.. No wait! Hear me out! Instead, for some reason, I took my watch off and put it on the windowsill, and the sharp pains magically vanished! *falls over choking...I never tighten the strap and for the most part it flops about irritatingly....
This morning, still sans my watch, my wrists both ache dully but it's bearable... So, come on all you geniuses - WTF is that about? Some ailment that is par for the course for geriatrics, or something involving my dear Master and his crap? And no, I don't plan on sharing every effing ache and pain that besets me in my senility, but that was surely odd enough to repeat to you?

Peace...

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Monday 28th September 2009 at 9.31am...