TARRED WITH THE SAME BRUSH....
(begun Friday 26th June at 5.35am...)
Tis true that myadsl appears to be a site now used for the recruitment of the Chosen, and currently it's being utilised very effectively to spread disinformation on the Beast's fortunes...*grins...
The feigned yelps of pleasure as a picture is painted of a company that's sinking fast, couldn't be further from the truth..
It's unlikely you'll ever hear the true worth of the deal struck between the OldBoys Network and the Shaikboyz.. Telkom is set to become the leanest, meanest, monitoring machine imaginable... *roffels... Going under SE GAT!!
Shiny new out-the-box Telkom bakkies OWN the roads here in Kwa-Zulu... You cannot blink and another sails by, bent on its clandestine mission...*lawls..
Fra. Frangelica completed his agenda as voda3g and turned the many infidel disbelievers into hardcore vodacom fanboys...*applauds.. Can he do the same with iBurst? No question but that he most certainly can...*winks...
If indeed there is a trip east, is it a reward for a job well done? *curious.. I'm doubtful that there is time to sit back and relax at all and I would rather believe that the Floor-crosser attends to business rather than pleasure...
Would that I featured on his agenda, but realistically in the greater scheme of things, I'm a bug waiting to be squished...*grins... My guess is that he will have said he tried his best, but that my ongoing ungratefulness and abrasive attitude forced him to abandon me... This will have been uttered in regretful and kindly tones to the thunderous applause of the Chosen...*nods..
It's wishful thinking to hope that I'm way off the mark as I so often am, but the increased attacks to our power-system and the more-often-than-not inability to get an internet connection, denotes that my Controller has been given the nod to upgrade his attentions...*sighs..
Be honest now (LOL!), did it come as a surprise when good old Trev was elevated above all others? It was noted that even the most ardently suspicious of tinfoil hat wearers among you found an element of responsible honesty in Mistuh Manuel... So why not place him decoratively at the Head of the Table to further lull you into believing all is not lost? *teeth...
I confess I like the way it's going so far and that Mo and Schabir are very good at what they do in the Advisory Department. OTOH they're not the brightest when it comes to choosing who controls the Project here in the Zone...*gags..
Were they forced to leave it to Earl Michael Barnabas and his colleagues at Dodge City? I figure whatever was needed to install the monitoring devices as swiftly as possible, was just fine with them...*shrugs... Barnabas and his drug-dealing empire had the means and contacts to saturate the Zone and did so with eye-watering speed.. The fact that many of the community will fall prey to the attentions of the perverted Abuser and his monkey Colin Balliram, is of no consequence whatsoever....
The Information Theft Project is after all run by only the lower end of the scale characters and their lack of morals, or it simply wouldn't work... The more easily they can be persuaded to access their neighbour's systems, the better the signal overall...
I suspect the WUGS are another means being used to link the unsuspecting to the Grid, though obviously I don't understand the technology...
It occurs to me that I'm already a Witless Wugger whether I like it or not..*falls over.. How near the mark was that O Master Mine? *winks..
LATER at 8.45am..
I saw the kids leave in the black (resprayed?) rodeo a while ago. I've no clue who was driving, but will guess twas the Missus... Rule No. 157 in the NIA manual suggests that Agents swop cars and even drivers frequently, and these two certainly do that...*laughing..
The Twins heard me as I went up for the newspaper so I came back in and got them a dog biscuit each and my trusty camera.. Nobby came hobbling along on three legs this icy morning, cunningly playing to the gallery by not even attempting to use his not-so-damaged paw...*vomits uncontrollably... Ooops! My apologies! My nausea temporarily got the better of me despite that I was reassured by the Sweepers humerous outlook on The Knocking of Nobby...*winks...
I made it clear she could call on me should she find the situation is not quite as amusing as she has painted it... (at least to the dulcet-voiced Thandi/Busisiwe at Merc. Pinetown).
I now have a nice picture of the three-legged skiver hamming it up for the camera HERE...
Deja vu kicks in at the similarities between Kassim's staunch Spotty dragging his broken leg behind him as he hobbled up the verge to visit Pepsi... Was Khaled ever intending to have the Jack Russell's leg seen to, or was he relieved when Sue the Book reported it to the SPCA and he was put down? I guess you know the answer to that...
And now we have a vaguely similar situation with the Nobster do we not? No bones sticking through the flesh though, so let's wait and see....
I believe Sue the Book was upset enough at hearing Nobby's yells of pain to label the Courageous Couple as Scum on a landline call to the GW later that evening...
Why, that's another burglary/theft/fried asset right there isn't that so Bali? *interested...
Wake up folks and see for yourselves the fine young breed of citizen we've helped to create...*cackles.. My own situation is a stunning example of how you can sit by and allow the rot to thrive and multiply...*shrugs... Deny if you can that there ever was a more one-sided battle? That you will never see a deck of cards stacked higher than those before Sir Oinkalot...
Even my puny slinghsot hangs by a thread and still I stand firm, my only weapon my stupid honesty...*beams... Not a commodity admired in this climate of change...
Penny tells me that Pepsi didn't come under the wall while we were out for the day yesterday, and neither has she appeared so far today..*fascinated... You will find Scotty only collects from Sherwood mid-morning, so more than enough time for the little one to bolt through her escape hatch that the Sweeper insists must exist somewhere...*gags...
I put it to you rather, that in the spirit of so many other earlier deceptions recorded and published here, the Yellow King of the Fowl and his spouse choose to be discreetly cautious for a bit, as more than one of their dogs being damaged at a time may just raise the odd eyebrow?
For a short while it will appear that Pepsi has mislaid her escape hatch, but once the novelty of Nob's current misfortune is considered to have worn off, the Twin will be reinstated to get me dancing the dance of the demented again with ease...*smiles..
At your service am I and where the dogs are concerned, I'm happy to oblige...
My Master sits on full alert as he is forced to these days... There will be no booting up without his express permission and more likely I will be given the ubiquitous Error 718 should I even try..
But that's OK hey Jannie? A service paid for regularly and on time each month but run by a Cracker proxy? Will the number of victims increase with your hand at the iBurst helm...? Ai julle - how would you ever know? Tis not the norm for Tards to be permitted to run off at the mouth, so how would you ever know? Idiots! I suspect much as the thugs like Ridwaan and his drug-dealing cohorts at Sydenham Heights enjoy delivering public beatings to remind tenants of their control, am I also being used as a threat to those who might otherwise consider speaking out against injustice...
Would you care to be standing in my shoes right now? *winks.. Don't step out of line and continue to be the sheep you are and you'll be just fine, ain't that right voda3g? Love it...
Peace...
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Friday 26th June 2009 at 7.44pm.
Friday, June 26, 2009
BOWLED OVER...
(begun Thursday 25th June at 4.00am....)
I swear I'd not given it a thought till I heard the familiar pop of someone's arrival in the jackpoint facing me, and almost immediately a set of overhead lights began flickering badly..
My word, but they're running late! Did the Listeners miss the Members discussion on M's shooting?
I do believe they did..*cackles... Are those your teeth I hear grinding Lazzie? This long-dead horse that insists on being resurrected for another beating when you least expect it? *winks... Was it just after Spt. Ngmz. arrived that the audio-monitoring was activated? Were you using his cellphone to pick out which classroom we were using for the Meeting? *fascinated....
Boys and their toys gives it all such an innocent air does it not, when it's anything but....*gags...
I'd been out at a CPF Motherbody Meeting held in Reservoir Hills and with one thing and another, had only gotten home after 9.00pm... The GW finally remembered to tell me that Sue the Book had phoned while I was out... She'd heard the big dog scream as the car swung in/out their driveway and called to see if I knew how badly Nobby had been hurt...*vomits profusely...
When the GW finally bothered to go look out of my kids window, (he'd also heard the shrieks of pain) he said there had been a conference taking place on their stairs...Strategising? Choosing the way forward? Deciding which story to trot out? Who was to carry the can for this incident that wouldn't paint the Pair in a worse light then they already are? Bummer!
Was mon Capitano rushing off to join the Listeners at Dodge City and gave a toss that Nobby was in the way? An accident that could've happened to anyone, except that el Pollo de Grande ISN'T anyone and already has a history does he not? *nauseated...
With the Master Strategist quite possibly out of earshot, who could they turn to for advice? Come, come... Let's not over-dramatise the matter... Nobby got knocked, so what? The Sweeper would have sat down and penned a neat little script as to who was driving and why they were in such a rush and that will be that....*shrugs..
LATER at 5.05am....
I've not seen nor heard a sound from the Nobster since I tossed their livers over at 4.00pm yesterday. Has he really been nailed badly this time? The Courageous Pair are well aware that the GW and I go to visit the kid at Notties today, and hopefully the Sweeper will have the big dog attended to if need be, while I'm away...
Will this stop the Chickenman from sliding open the grid and chasing the Twin into the valley? Who knows? *sighs...
Just after he'd left yesterday, Pepsi came under the wall for the day... She was uncharacteristically picky about what she ate and coughed several times before I put her back into their yard before 5.00pm...
Was the site on kennel-cough at the head of the list we googled, indeed the most visited, or had my Master chosen it for us? Fairly offhand, it said that for the most part kennel-cough would go away by itself. Only after 10 days of coughing was it recommended the animal visit a vet....
I wasn't about to argue as of course if it's on the Internet, it MUST be true...*cackles...
Whatever tale the Pair choose to spin, the Truth is more likely to be that my Network Admin was running late and doing his usual wheel-spinning and noisy takeoff to join the Listeners on the Hill as they planned to invade our CPF Motherbody Meeting held at the secondary school...*shrugs...
At bedtime last night did I resort to the old convent-upbringing failsafe method of asking St. Francis to ease Nobby's pain? You must be joking! If such a ridiculous concept were true, he'd be far too busy counting his losses down at the SPCA crematorium to give a shit about the Nobster...*sighs...
Friday 26th June at 3.50am...
My nose and eyes run copiously! I woke up saturated with sweat and can't hear for the screaming in my ears! Top o' the mornin' to you too o Master Mine...*roffels...
It's freezing! Well, not quite, and compared to where my kid is up in the Midlands, it's probably mild...*grins... There's nothing like a walk by the river in the wintery sunshine to pick up the battered pieces of my life... Despite the dusting of snow covering the mountains along the horizon, and the almost gale-force winds blowing up that way, it was strangely warm as we sat out later munching on pieces of home-made seed loaf.... My kid the hippy, who is so unlike her mama as to have been left on the doorstep....*beams...
I got back in time to go to the wall as usual, to discover no sign of any of the animals... Philip the gardener and Assistant to my Master the Magician had as always hosed down the cold corner where the imposing kennels stand, despite that the sun had long since sunk behind the hill...
I had to speculate how much water had 'accidentally' gone into the kennels and soaked the mattress... His assistance in my Masters little vendetta against his own beasties, could in the long run lead to some pretty hectic vet bills...*shrugs...
I went in and rang Missus C for an update, but according to the larnie contralto tones of Merc. Pinetown's front desk Thandi/Busisiwe, the Sweeper was busy on another line... The melodious toned lady of course by now knows my croaking voice, and when I asked whether she knew about the dogs whereabouts she began to laugh... I concede I was totally non-plussed and asked what was so amusing about the dog being hurt, but she'd reached a stage at that point where she couldn't talk for cackling...*grins.. I left a message and hung up before the penny dropped and a wave of relief hit me..
Clearly Missus C had recounted the tale of Nobby's shrieks to her co-workers in such an amusing fashion he couldn't have suffered any serious damage at all! I berated myself for worrying needlessly, and was in time to watch as Scotty's Dog Parlour unloaded the three animals and shovelled them through the gates... Silly Nobby was still obviously hamming it up and limping badly... Tsk tsk....
Probably just a few crushed bones in that front paw, but Missus C would've assessed that fact before going to the office and regaling her colleagues with the hilarious incident...*grins with relief...
To her credit Thandi/Busisiwe managed to pass on the message despite her convulsive laughter and the Pooper Scooper returned my call at some point and asked whether I thought Nobby should see the vet...*shrieks...
I was so relieved at my misplaced concern, I said she should wait and see if the paw balloons up at which point I'd be happy to take him to the doctor...*shrugs...
Hardly likely to happen if the dog is just pulling a fast one though...*snorts..
Oh, and BTW, Missus C carried the can for the deed on this occasion and said she simply didn't see the large animal...*winks.. All a storm in a teacup yet again....*purple...
I brought up the matter of the original press article I'd read all that time ago, as we were driving along to the school... Which paper and what date it was I don't recall, but I blogged it faithfully at the time...
The writer had described how the Station Commander would take the young trainees into his office and force them to perform sexual acts and then later would tell his men boastfully and in great detail of how he had degraded and abused his victims...*vomits...
I asked the driver whether the author of the article had been charged with defamation and locked up...No? Were the charges to have had insufficient substance surely the journalist should have been crucified? No? The more my Controller mistreats his animals, the stronger the urge I have to continually remind you of the characters who have been put in charge of the Project.
Due to their 'connections' right up to Government level, Tweedledumb and his seriously unstable Lackey are untouchable, but it would bode you well to bear in mind the probability that they are not much different to many in the country who will now be drooling pervertedly over private calls and information as I write...*shrugs...
I wasn't able to connect yesterday evening and was given Error 718 until the GW got home later and the problem vanished...*looks at the Yellow One...
Our lighting system bore the brunt of my Master's filthy temper on and off during the evening, though I didn't remark on it aloud...*laughing...
Whatever rocks his petty boat is fine with me...*pats the Cracker gently...
Peace julle...
PS: Blogger managed to load finally but then trying to load the New Post page gave me a message saying 38 secs remaining and then it stuck repeatedly... Not deliberate? heheh... Suddenly it settled though the 38 secs remaining hasn't disappeared.. Haibo!
OK - New Posts has finally loaded and the message now reads One Active Dowload (a few seconds remaining) *laughing... And this crap will be eaily ascribed to poor old Michael Jackson... Still editing my scribbles here and a message appears to say: Could not contact blogger.com. Retrying.... Don't push it Scuzzy One....*cackles...And to close.... my connection was dropped and I had to reconnect to finish up here.... Is he a tad unsettled? If so, why FFS?
Now 12.46pm.
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Friday 26th June 2009 at 12.33pm.
(begun Thursday 25th June at 4.00am....)
I swear I'd not given it a thought till I heard the familiar pop of someone's arrival in the jackpoint facing me, and almost immediately a set of overhead lights began flickering badly..
My word, but they're running late! Did the Listeners miss the Members discussion on M's shooting?
I do believe they did..*cackles... Are those your teeth I hear grinding Lazzie? This long-dead horse that insists on being resurrected for another beating when you least expect it? *winks... Was it just after Spt. Ngmz. arrived that the audio-monitoring was activated? Were you using his cellphone to pick out which classroom we were using for the Meeting? *fascinated....
Boys and their toys gives it all such an innocent air does it not, when it's anything but....*gags...
I'd been out at a CPF Motherbody Meeting held in Reservoir Hills and with one thing and another, had only gotten home after 9.00pm... The GW finally remembered to tell me that Sue the Book had phoned while I was out... She'd heard the big dog scream as the car swung in/out their driveway and called to see if I knew how badly Nobby had been hurt...*vomits profusely...
When the GW finally bothered to go look out of my kids window, (he'd also heard the shrieks of pain) he said there had been a conference taking place on their stairs...Strategising? Choosing the way forward? Deciding which story to trot out? Who was to carry the can for this incident that wouldn't paint the Pair in a worse light then they already are? Bummer!
Was mon Capitano rushing off to join the Listeners at Dodge City and gave a toss that Nobby was in the way? An accident that could've happened to anyone, except that el Pollo de Grande ISN'T anyone and already has a history does he not? *nauseated...
With the Master Strategist quite possibly out of earshot, who could they turn to for advice? Come, come... Let's not over-dramatise the matter... Nobby got knocked, so what? The Sweeper would have sat down and penned a neat little script as to who was driving and why they were in such a rush and that will be that....*shrugs..
LATER at 5.05am....
I've not seen nor heard a sound from the Nobster since I tossed their livers over at 4.00pm yesterday. Has he really been nailed badly this time? The Courageous Pair are well aware that the GW and I go to visit the kid at Notties today, and hopefully the Sweeper will have the big dog attended to if need be, while I'm away...
Will this stop the Chickenman from sliding open the grid and chasing the Twin into the valley? Who knows? *sighs...
Just after he'd left yesterday, Pepsi came under the wall for the day... She was uncharacteristically picky about what she ate and coughed several times before I put her back into their yard before 5.00pm...
Was the site on kennel-cough at the head of the list we googled, indeed the most visited, or had my Master chosen it for us? Fairly offhand, it said that for the most part kennel-cough would go away by itself. Only after 10 days of coughing was it recommended the animal visit a vet....
I wasn't about to argue as of course if it's on the Internet, it MUST be true...*cackles...
Whatever tale the Pair choose to spin, the Truth is more likely to be that my Network Admin was running late and doing his usual wheel-spinning and noisy takeoff to join the Listeners on the Hill as they planned to invade our CPF Motherbody Meeting held at the secondary school...*shrugs...
At bedtime last night did I resort to the old convent-upbringing failsafe method of asking St. Francis to ease Nobby's pain? You must be joking! If such a ridiculous concept were true, he'd be far too busy counting his losses down at the SPCA crematorium to give a shit about the Nobster...*sighs...
Friday 26th June at 3.50am...
My nose and eyes run copiously! I woke up saturated with sweat and can't hear for the screaming in my ears! Top o' the mornin' to you too o Master Mine...*roffels...
It's freezing! Well, not quite, and compared to where my kid is up in the Midlands, it's probably mild...*grins... There's nothing like a walk by the river in the wintery sunshine to pick up the battered pieces of my life... Despite the dusting of snow covering the mountains along the horizon, and the almost gale-force winds blowing up that way, it was strangely warm as we sat out later munching on pieces of home-made seed loaf.... My kid the hippy, who is so unlike her mama as to have been left on the doorstep....*beams...
I got back in time to go to the wall as usual, to discover no sign of any of the animals... Philip the gardener and Assistant to my Master the Magician had as always hosed down the cold corner where the imposing kennels stand, despite that the sun had long since sunk behind the hill...
I had to speculate how much water had 'accidentally' gone into the kennels and soaked the mattress... His assistance in my Masters little vendetta against his own beasties, could in the long run lead to some pretty hectic vet bills...*shrugs...
I went in and rang Missus C for an update, but according to the larnie contralto tones of Merc. Pinetown's front desk Thandi/Busisiwe, the Sweeper was busy on another line... The melodious toned lady of course by now knows my croaking voice, and when I asked whether she knew about the dogs whereabouts she began to laugh... I concede I was totally non-plussed and asked what was so amusing about the dog being hurt, but she'd reached a stage at that point where she couldn't talk for cackling...*grins.. I left a message and hung up before the penny dropped and a wave of relief hit me..
Clearly Missus C had recounted the tale of Nobby's shrieks to her co-workers in such an amusing fashion he couldn't have suffered any serious damage at all! I berated myself for worrying needlessly, and was in time to watch as Scotty's Dog Parlour unloaded the three animals and shovelled them through the gates... Silly Nobby was still obviously hamming it up and limping badly... Tsk tsk....
Probably just a few crushed bones in that front paw, but Missus C would've assessed that fact before going to the office and regaling her colleagues with the hilarious incident...*grins with relief...
To her credit Thandi/Busisiwe managed to pass on the message despite her convulsive laughter and the Pooper Scooper returned my call at some point and asked whether I thought Nobby should see the vet...*shrieks...
I was so relieved at my misplaced concern, I said she should wait and see if the paw balloons up at which point I'd be happy to take him to the doctor...*shrugs...
Hardly likely to happen if the dog is just pulling a fast one though...*snorts..
Oh, and BTW, Missus C carried the can for the deed on this occasion and said she simply didn't see the large animal...*winks.. All a storm in a teacup yet again....*purple...
I brought up the matter of the original press article I'd read all that time ago, as we were driving along to the school... Which paper and what date it was I don't recall, but I blogged it faithfully at the time...
The writer had described how the Station Commander would take the young trainees into his office and force them to perform sexual acts and then later would tell his men boastfully and in great detail of how he had degraded and abused his victims...*vomits...
I asked the driver whether the author of the article had been charged with defamation and locked up...No? Were the charges to have had insufficient substance surely the journalist should have been crucified? No? The more my Controller mistreats his animals, the stronger the urge I have to continually remind you of the characters who have been put in charge of the Project.
Due to their 'connections' right up to Government level, Tweedledumb and his seriously unstable Lackey are untouchable, but it would bode you well to bear in mind the probability that they are not much different to many in the country who will now be drooling pervertedly over private calls and information as I write...*shrugs...
I wasn't able to connect yesterday evening and was given Error 718 until the GW got home later and the problem vanished...*looks at the Yellow One...
Our lighting system bore the brunt of my Master's filthy temper on and off during the evening, though I didn't remark on it aloud...*laughing...
Whatever rocks his petty boat is fine with me...*pats the Cracker gently...
Peace julle...
PS: Blogger managed to load finally but then trying to load the New Post page gave me a message saying 38 secs remaining and then it stuck repeatedly... Not deliberate? heheh... Suddenly it settled though the 38 secs remaining hasn't disappeared.. Haibo!
OK - New Posts has finally loaded and the message now reads One Active Dowload (a few seconds remaining) *laughing... And this crap will be eaily ascribed to poor old Michael Jackson... Still editing my scribbles here and a message appears to say: Could not contact blogger.com. Retrying.... Don't push it Scuzzy One....*cackles...And to close.... my connection was dropped and I had to reconnect to finish up here.... Is he a tad unsettled? If so, why FFS?
Now 12.46pm.
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Friday 26th June 2009 at 12.33pm.
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