FOOLS RUSH IN.......

(begun Friday 2nd January at 5.10am.....)

It's only my sheer bloody-minded stubbornness that has me starting a blog this morning....*cackles..

By rights, I should've limped back to bed to lay and contemplate my imminent demise...*shrieks...

After publishing yesterday's blog (god knows what I was on about), things went oddly pear-shaped here at Toad Hall, and I spent most of the day prone and asleep .... No doubt much like your goodselves only for vastly different reasons.... *grins..

The Rabid Chicken has indeed mastered the art of causing every bone in my freakishly raddled body to shriek with pain! Neat!

The GameWrecker refers to his discomfort as arthritis, and up till quite recently I've been totally unfamiliar with it...*grins...

I'm betting that it was only my thick skin that saved me from a fate worse than Basil's back in Nov/Dec 2005....

Sitting out there day after day as I was, in DLOFire to the fumbling going on with the power system...*gags.... As it was, I came away with many weird changes, not the least of which are the frequency changes to my hearing and the stupid dead hands syndrome.... *grins..

I see these days that we run off just the one freeway overhead? Having discreetly turned off the always-on giant over the far side of the freeway bridge, tis now the one nearest us that remains burning 24/7.....

You finally worked out that keeping two of those ginormous lights on was overkill? That the Master can do as much damage off just the one? Fosho he can....*shrugs...

Later

Amazingly, my broken wrists and painful hands have recovered since I staggered out of bed earlier... Though my ciggie abused chest still feels I've taken a donkey-kick and my lower back teeters on the edge of a crisis.....*lawls...

It's too easy to lay blame for anything and everything at my Master's door.... *shrugs... My years of self-abuse via coffin nails and the sun must eventually shut my mouth forever...

el Pollo de Grande makes a concerted effort to see that this happens sooner rather than later? *cackles... Indeed he does....

He exploits my self-inflicted damage to a degree that I guess at times makes even him a tad nervous..... *grins..

The sharp pains in both wrists began to dissipate not long after I left #trivia this morning....*laughing....

You can forget the psychosomatic claptrap here, and wake up to the fact that what I go on about is entirely possible....*shrugs...

For years my attempted searches online have been met with pages that simply wouldn't load....*winks at her Network Admin... Twas therefore a real thrill this morning to find loads of fascinating information on the Sydenham SAPS... *beams..

Where do Raj Patel and Richard Pithouse live? You are aware of Raj's blog 'Class Worrier' over on blogspot? What an eye-opener it proved to be! *beams...

Do you still deride my theory that the Tetra initiative is being run by the Crooked for the Crooked?

What little confidence I've acquired takes an almighty smack when I read an articulate and factual blog such as Mr. Patel's...*sags...

No longer does the over-used and trite 'But he's a good cop' serve to cover the real character of the man....*spits...

He worships still at the throne of Koobair FFS! You insist that Barnabas and his many contacts have been allowed to hop on board the Project so that they may be monitored themselves? *falls over screaming with laughter...

I've not the skillz to connect Tetra to the Signal Enhancing Lights except for one vague line found saying... Terrestrial Trunked Radio uses a much lower frequency.... A frequency that as I recall is put out by the energy-saving, mercury containing lights touted by Eskom and their chommies in Government.....

Energy-saving lights that are now being banned by countries who fear the results of the miniscule amounts of mercury that will inevitably find their way into ground water....*gags..

It's all about priorities though - Information is Power, never mind the abberrations of Nature that will occur eventually as a result of the mercury. So the Wikked continue to insist on the energy-saving bulbs to push the Privacy Invasion Project right throughout the country....*shrugs..

My charming Network Administrator set off a string of firework bangers at 7.10pm last night in retaliation to yesterday's blog..*roffels..

It is hilarious that he can't see the damage he does himself with this behaviour....

That he now constantly confirms my claims of his total unsuitability for any position of responsibility at all, flies right on over his thinning thatch!....*lawls...

An interesting aside here, was finding a picture of Thabo Mbeki under the title of 'Motorola's terrestrial trunked radio'... A page that simply refused to load.....*curious...

A wave of nausea sweeps over me when I think how many Good people have been persuaded to find Tetra a solution to crime, when in fact it's a huge AID to crime in this country..

From the outset I have asked who Monitors the Monitors, and I must conclude that in the case of the Abuser and his Protege, NOBODY, is the answer.....*sick...

To tutor residents in the art of invading their neighbour's privacy does not make me feel all fuzzy and warm at all.... That the Tutor himself is so closely affiliated with the very lowest forms of life here in the Zone, isn't very comforting either.....*snorts....

When the Project first took off back in 2004, I guess idiots like Allen Spence thought it nothing short of genius..

He then proceeded to shoot himself in the foot by handing the reins to the Rotten Apples and a seriously unstable goonda of classic proportions....

Just following orders hey Al? *grins...

I just hope that repeating that mantra keeps you safe from the guilt that should swamp you nightly...

Doubtless the kerching of your bank balance goes a long way to perpetuating the myth of your lily-white hands as well?

So, I'm fully aware of why Sahara was given the task of monitoring us when I was foolish enough to write a string of words in my Draftbox in Outlook Express....sniper, government, assassin blah blah blah....

I'm amused to see how many posters on myBB tiptoe around certain words and make sure they're carefully misspelled..... *cackles..

What I fail to understand, if Tetra is supposedly for the Good of the Masses, is why I was then handed on a plate to one of the crookedest cops south of the equator, and his lily-livered bumboy.....? *curious...

That is, IF this initiative is above-board? *falls over...

Any entertainment value at my expense that may have been enjoyed by the IT intellectuals involved in this Scheme, has long since vanished....

voda3g knows the answers and I'm not sure I want to hear them....

The reasons for continuing to allow my Network Admin free rein to attack me now via the EMF levels in our home, escape me....

This claim is impossible to prove considering my history of total flakedom? *keels over...

It's now 8.20am and the discomfort I endured over 3 hours ago has almost totally disappeared... The nausea and heat too have gone..*puzzled...

These symptoms are now a fairly regular occurrence and probably easily ascribed to the natural degeneration of age...

If, as I suspect, el Maestro is attacking weaknesses that already exist in my system, may I remind him to make sure he has some witless crumbly on standby to replace me when he finally goes too far.....*beams..

An obsessed pervert of his 'standard' will not last long without a fool to torture and snigger at....

Peace...

---oOo---

Friday 2nd January 2009 at 9.15am...

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...

---oOo---

Thursday 1st January 2009 at 1.17pm.