Monday, November 16, 2009

IMAGINATION IS FUNNY....

(begun Monday 16th November at 4.15am...)

There's a steady drizzle falling this morning. I woke sometime after 3.00am with fierce cramps in both feet (!) and went through to the loo before getting back in bed for a bit. The cramp didn't return *grins at Bali...

Has my average improved at all over the years? How many of my wild allegations and crazy-sounding assumptions hit the nail on the head these days? More than you'd care to admit, that's fosho. I found no mention of Pembury Ridge and the 11? who were arrested, in either the Tribune or the Times yesterday (though I seem to think there was yet another piece on a crooked cop).
From where I'm standing it certainly looks as though an effort's being made to distract the locals attention from the goings on up at Dodge City... The ongoing Selebi/Agliotti theatrical production makes for grand entertainment, and anything on Const. Mpisane, the billionaire Metro cop, has me bolt-eyed... For the rest, while they may make One-eyed Jack appear to be small fry in the Corruption Department, you'd be an idiot to underplay his behaviour. *shrugs..

How many of the cops now outed regularly in the Press are Heads of their Stations? How many receive transfer orders from their immediate Superiors but are in a position to have them tossed aside? Pay attention or you're going to miss the boat altogether.

*It's 4.40am and I hear the Master's remote chirrup surreptitiously only the once... The hadedas perched above his front deck almost immediately greet him raucously...*grins and waves.. Where's stealth when you need it? *

The bot had disappeared when I went over to #triviaworld after blogging yesterday at midday.. And again last night, no game was running.. Such a small thing it is, but one that my Controller can still manage to do with ease, and that may just soothe his savage temper for the moment... *grins kindly...

I didn't tell you that since the GW had remarked that he too had noticed the oddness of the shrill device activated across on the little bluff, it hasn't returned? *falls over laughing... The pseudo-Christmas Beetles have been packed away for the moment, but will doubtless return soon enough in another guise... No wave of heat has engulfed me as I sit here this morning and I confess I'm surprised by my Network Admin's self-restraint...

Harry's long silent Zaan clock sprang back to life yesterday afternoon, after I'd waved the purple duster threateningly in it's direction. An omen? Pfft... It's just chimed the hour beautifully and I must go.... *waves...

LATER at 7.20am

I've never once budged from my claims that over the years the Abuser and his obliging IT Monkeyman have set out to undermine any efforts made by our CPF in achieving anything at all... el Monstro has left my CPF loaded Nokia alone these past two days and it's worked perfectly.
This morning it's time to send out the Meeting reminders and predictably, the Poisonous One greys out the screen as I begin...*snorts... I managed despite his efforts and am delighted to give him the recognition here that he so desperately craves....

For all the charming Holson Mbhele's encouragement given to those few that attended a workshop he organised, the rights of CPF Members are in fact zero, zip, nada. When the Head of our Station operates to his own agenda and resorts to deliberately corrupting phonelines and phones to boot, and for every complaint of poor service delivery brought to our Meetings, replies with "write a letter", you get the message fairly clearly.
This stalling tactic has been used so successfully over the years why stop now? In most cases the plaintiff will simply give up trying to get answers to the lack of any investigation into their particular case...*shrugs...

Though the amount of converted container ablution blocks standing in the field across from Dodge City is gradually lessening, there's still no answer as to how many were delivered to the needy at Kennedy Road. Aziz? Could your dad be more specific in his next press release? Instead of saying that 40 were delivered to "the area", let's have a party spokesman from Kennedy Road and a picture saying that the Settlement received............(insert number) of these toilets? Only then will I buy that they've been given any at all... *sniffs...

At 7.45am chaos erupted in the lounge and I surprised myself at my own speed! The Twins flew in soaked and muddy, and I'd not yet made my bed. That'll teach me! Still, I managed to get the blanket up over my pristine sheets, just before the three crazies leapt up to roll around like mad things...*beams... Sophie gets more exercise in the first ten minutes of their visits, than she does in a week on her own.... *applauds...

Relocating to a house in Sandringham Place? Is Khaled being upgraded to Controller? *interested.. I confess my first reaction to the news that they were moving away from No. 2 Harris Crescent was one of relief for their little son. Clearly none of the adults in that family appear to have been adversely affected by the exposure to so much that could prove deadly in time..
It would be much safer in their new home surely? Or are they leaving the frying pan for the fire? Will they still have DLOS to a mast, albeit not the Mayville beauty? Eh! Their dear friend and Mentor, Colin Balliram wouldn't shaft them, now would he? As always I wish only the best for Dilshaad and her child and would remind her that they will be visited stealthily by her husband's Tutor in their new abode, as often as they were two doors down from him...*shrugs... He is ALWAYS interested in their comments, and Kasim especially would be wise to remember that... *winks...

Was I aware when I first created my blog years back, that my blog title could be perceived to bear a disclaimer? The answer is no. We're all aware that I'm just not bright enough to have realised it's usefulness until much later in the day...*lawls...
I still tell myself all sorts of wild and whacky stories about why I'm left to speak my *coughs* mind... That the closure of my blog would almost immediately give it credence. That Colin Balliram still edits and adjusts the bits he and his Boss would rather you didn't see...
That I'm filling in gaps for the Strategist that amazingly, he wasn't aware of? Some days I even delude myself that my incessant yapping is worth it's weight in gold, and on others I feel it's just me, Bali and the spambot that bother to open the link..

So, let's face it - I've no idea at all why I'm allowed to continue chatting to you, and must ultimately conclude that I'm still regarded as a crazy of note and no more than a laugh for the Troops... *goes off to read for a bit...

LATER at 3.33pm

I've just spent 10 minutes tidying up my scrapbook and adding the latest Press cuttings on a stabbing over at Kennedy Road. Earlier, I'd had an email from the ABM stating that all the charges against the 11? arrested at Pembury Ridge on Friday night had been dropped on Monday morning.
Can they now sue for wrongful arrest and incarceration over the weekend? *curious.. Not much difference between this pathetic bullying treatment and the sexual harrassment charges when push comes to shove....
The ABM spokesperson says this is par for the course. To arrest and lock up on a Friday night and then force the victims to have to wait until the Monday before they're freed... Charming...

I read an old clipping from the Weekly Gazette on the doctor's report given der Kommissar after Augustine had smacked him the once. An abrasion, an injury to his nasal bones (?), bruises on the side of his neck, a laceration on the ear lobe, multiple abrasions on his right arm, a laceration to his lip AND he was stressed! *roffels...
I was at a Meeting that he opened a few nights later and not a scratch did I see.... He then had the nerve to blether on in the article about his transfer (that never took place) and the total lack of respect he was being treated with, by his Superiors. *falls over...
What about the total lack of respect meted out to the five (now down to three) young and vulnerable policewomen trainees forced to perform acts of sordid degradation in his office separately? *bolt-eyed....
Jesus, Joseph and Mary! Are you not revolted, or do you seriously think this behaviour is excusable in a Station Commander with influence over so many officers?

Are you beginning to grasp how things are run here in the Zone? Under the aegis of Earl Michael Barnabas, Tweedledumb runs rampant with his bullying thuggery, and in the shadows sits his cowardly and now hastily UNOFFICIAL IT Security specialist, the Lord of my Life, one Colin Balliram... And you found me to be exaggerating inwhat I claim to endure? Pfft... Au contraire, if anything, I've understated Bali's attacks whatever form they may take.
As long as you never forget that he's been handed a failsafe and unprovable method of continuing the attacks via our powerlines, I'm content. The fact that you sit back and allow him to continue, merely shows that you know your place...*winks...

The poor GW becomes more addled by the day, but were I to suggest that he's being microwaved on High overnight on a regular basis, you would doubtless scoff at the suggestion. Of course you would. *shrugs..
I'm even starting to fantasize my Network Admin. stuffed alongside his Boss into that cold and cheerless holding cell behind the Charge office. Now there's a happy thought! *grins..
Dream on toad!

Peace...

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Tuesday 17th November 2009 at 7.24am....