AN UNGRATEFUL COW....

(begun Tuesday 13th October at 8.35pm...)

Really? Call me old-fashioned if you will, o Lamest of the Lame, but until we get the promised official advice that the fixed line the GW pays Telkom for has been restored, I'll continue to regard it as OWNED by two of the crookedest guys in the southern hemisphere... *yawns...

Picky maybe, but I decline to accept that a line with a constant noisy background buzz and a habit of dying when you least expect it, is a worthwhile service... Clearly on some whim or other, our long-dead telephone rang this afternoon with the first of four calls... The initial call came from my CPF Chair. The second was the inevitable 'wrong number', doubtless from my Master's cousin three times removed at Con Air, linking us firmly back up to Dodge City... The last call ironically enough, purported to be from Telkom Sales and was met with the derision it deserved...*cackles...

I was even permitted to MAKE a call, though I find myself as ungrateful for these small mercies as ever...*spits at her Network Administrator.... I must continue to insist however vainly, that der Kommissar produce the official warrant giving him ownership of our landline and cellphones...
If it isn't yet clear to you all that both he and his Monkey, Colin Balliram, are criminals in their own right, may I suggest it's time you woke up?

When a supposed representative of the Law himself feels free to ignore the rules, surely it's time for him to pursue a different career path? Something involving a bit of brutality, malice and bullying would suit the pair of them... *snorts...
Let's yank Martin Marais and Johan Stolz back from their cozy hibernation shall we? Other than preserving their hides until their golden handshake was safely in the bank, may I ask what their excuse was for condoning the taking over of our telephones? I was a nasty piece of work? That's it??!! Pfft....

Johan left a job he loved, taking early retirement as he didn't care for the corruption saturating the Force.. Even so, I doubt he gave my particular plight so much as a second thought, apart from his brief and vocal amusement when I found the nerve to finally visit him....*gags... I've been an apologist for way too long and frankly it bores me now...
I've listed my faults until I'm blue in the face.. Admitting to them so freely doesn't in any way exonerate me, and it's an ongoing battle to improve myself...*sighs... How fortunate that I never chose a career that required promising to uphold the law, and probably basic human rights as well...

This is where I struggle with my irritation.. Do you have ANY idea how many laws the DickHead running Dodge City breaks daily? How's about his firearm being removed by order, and the fact that he immediately signs out another? Not serious enough for you?
You still don't connect him to the string of thefts from Sue the Book's property? You don't think he eavesdrops on the Hugo Road Activist's private calls (both landline and cellphones) or the Good Super's calls either? He's simply too busy in Court? Then who is it that fills in for him, listening avidly and illegally to the clueless resident's lines, keeping one jump ahead of them all the time?

Who was it that had an electrical fire in Sparks/Abrey Road a few weeks back, that was hushed up? Was the fire engine there simply to uncap a hydrant and run the water off illegally?
The maroon people carrier was back under the gumtrees this morning, doing the hour long run- off, as Neil McLeod continues to hint in the Press of a soon-to-be water crisis...
The whispering and lies are already becoming a way of life here in KZN, and truth is becoming harder to find... And yet I bet if I were to look, I'd find the churches full? You attend regularly Earl? I BET you do... *shudders...

Sister Stephen had a last minute change of plan and tried to call me to cancel her lift to our CPF Meeting... Her phone was dead and stayed that way just until the Meeting was over, when it once again worked normally... Small, but criminal activities no matter which way you look at it...
The petty objective to upset and irritate residents has never been restricted to me, but has affected anyone that might be considered good for a laugh, to these less-than-bright Law enforcers on the Hill....
While my harrassment is general knowledge, right down to the newest recruits, I doubt much mention is made of the many others who have the Abuser, the Crumb and his Lackey snorting with spiteful mirth on a regular basis, as their private lives are infested by these three stooges...

I hear the needle scratching round and round on the record and figure it's time for bed right now... goodnight....*waves...

Wednesday 14th October at 4.14am...

And the reason my hands and fingers burn and die nearly every night now would be? *looks at Captain Malice.... I've been insisting to myself for some time that it's just poor circulation due to the fags...*shrugs... Anyways, that's what I've wanted to believe....
All too often however, I find they're not buried under the pillow or slept on, and yet there it is, the old burning and death of the fingers... Add to that your history mon cher, and I guess we're taking stepped-up and persistent attacks via our power supply after dark? *grins...
Not as vicious as many have been in the past, but sufficient to make YOU feel better?

I suspect the GW's tendonitis (FFS!!?) has more to do with your attentions than his weight or age as well... I'm guessing that medical practitioners country-wide are finding a huge increase in what they can only diagnose as tinnitis (for want of anything better). Can you imagine the panic were they to write 'microwave buzzing' on the patient's cards? Pfft...
Most people would like to be given the reason or cause of their newest affliction, and I would suggest that right now local doctors are having to admit regularly that the current crop of seemingly minor ailments have them baffled... An increase in hearing problems? Earache? Circulation and inexplicable joint pains and cramps? I would truly prefer to lay these things at the door of my own self-abuse mon Capitano, but knowing you as well as I do, I now reluctantly add you to my short list of suspects.... You have after all, always done your best and most damaging work after the sun has set have you not? A coward will generally prefer to work under cover of darkness and in your case, this is especially true... *winks...

What proof can I offer of your increased attentions o Monstrous One? Would the court accept that Millie and her sister have been a rock-solid early warning system from the getgo, and that they shriek when my Master's gaze falls in their direction? Pfft.. Not bloody likely!
An area you can neither be censured for, nor reined in on, and pretty much all the weaponery that's left to you and the Criminal you support...*shrugs...
Why do I only mention it now? Do I hope for your non-existent conscience to suddenly put in a miraculous appearance? You would add third-degree dementia to my list of personal ailments? *laughing...

No bubba, you carry on doing what you feel you must do, and I shall, labrat that I am, faithfully report the disintegration of two more victims of these power-mad freaks that have been given control of the power system and so very much more...

The daily revelations of corruption carefully released in the Press are as nothing compared to the filth surrounding our country's version of the Information Theft Project... Strong words hey?
My squeaks of outrage are growing fainter and soon they'll fade and be forgotten altogether...*grins..
I've no doubt that in the meantime, my Network Admin will read my words with an overwhelming sense of sick satisfaction...*winks...

LATER at 5.45am..

Any of you familiar with the Lacey Road Informal Settlement? Any of you know whether they've taken delivery of a couple of the smart container toilets SINCE the engineered Kennedy Road attacks? *curious.. It's always possible that these sturdy structures were included as part of the payment to Jackson Gumede for *coughs* services rendered?

Not ONE ear-splitting insect was activated nearby last night...*roffels.. My Controller hears how earnestly I try to raise the GW's interest in these noisy little beasts that persist in remaining in the exact same place, month after month... He need have no fear... The GW states that he has no interest in what he likes to call my 'clandestine life' and the transmitters/receivers fall neatly into that bracket and are ignored... Play on McDuff....*laughing...

Peace..

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Wednesday 14th October 2009 at 8.59am...

THE THUNDERBOXES....

(begun Monday 12th October at 4.55pm...)

With Amy McDonald's This is the Life cranked up in the iPod earphones, I sat happily at the desk as a thunderstorm of gigantic proportions raged outside... I've even gotten used to the giant Indian King fireworks set off sporadically by wankers across the way, but I still prefer to block out the thunder if I can...

Just before the storm broke I took the cooked livers and rice down the road for Thunder and Jody.. B. Snr. said he saw the container toilets sitting packed in the field across from Dodge City today, and couldn't figure it out... I can. Another message fosho. Behave, and you might just get a couple in your neck of the woods. Do as we say, and we might stretch the number to three? *vomits..

What are the people to think, but that der Kommissar has absolute jurisdiction over those toilets, placed where they are? A tasteless subject? Let me ask how long you'd manage sharing a long-drop with a hundred other folk? Perhaps it's fortunate that I'm too thick to stay down for any length of time because by golly, there's a lot of depressing stuff going on, and it's taken my 'relationship' with TweedleDUMB and Bali to wake me up to the extent of the misery deliberately perpetuated by the PTB...

The recollection of the porky, well-fed Logie Naidoo spouting the usual bullshit of free housing for all, and free electricity and water, to a stony-faced audience at the Kennedy Road Community Meeting springs to mind...
The majority know it's not going to happen, and it will ALWAYS be the favoured few that get the goods, while the rest struggle on, manipulated or ignored by the fatcat politicians...

So, Sbu and Gumede fell out? I guess if Zidoke was vocal on the matter of the ruling party's corrupt practises, it was inevitable the two would clash... Gumede had wisely promised to play along with der Kommissar after all... *vomits...
I can't get involved in politics as I can barely keep from drowning under the theatrics playing out of Dodge City as it is....

I paid her a brief visit this morning, and came away knowing I was right after all... *sighs... The dear girl is already over any upset she may have inititally felt when the picture was first chosen as a prop... I guess it will be used by his defense counsel to great effect in the High Court.. Watch and see....
I feel for the Good Super who is naively cheerful at events so far... Nathie Mtwethwa will be way too distracted by his own immediate problems to aid him (well timed revelations there dudes!!) and short of a miracle, Sydenham's loss looks to be Greenwood Park's gain for some time to come...

How simple this technology makes it, to manipulate the lives of the genuinely good... I can only surmise that the OldBoys Network have struck a deal with the Whisperers, and that they work amicably side by side for the moment at least... *baffled...
I'm aware that I should cease whining in Jannie's direction, as I oddly enough think he would have sorted out my landline problems by now if it were possible... Nauseatingly self-depracating and humble as I am, I've been good for a laugh or two these past years, and I guess there's no arrogance involved when I say I've earned a little help in my hour of need... *winks...

I'm trying to distract myself from worrying about the White Rats next door and their fear of the noisy storm... they're among the fortunate few that have a sturdy kennel to shelter in, so my anxiety is pretty pointless.. Old habits die hard....

The lights are dipping continuously, and the iPod has moved on to Travis, insisting that Heaven seems so very far from here...*grins... Yeah, I've got the dreaded guilt thing, when I sit in my comfortable if grubby little home and marvel at how the masses survive their tribulations, and I imagine how things could be...
I've left it way too late to make a difference, but am giving it my best inarticulate shot here, to wake you up nonetheless...

Tuesday 13th October at 4.30am..

Not enough Bali content in my previous blog? Did I stray too far off topic? My Master seeks to remind me that HE is the Main Man? *cackles... I'd hardly nodded off last night (oooh and there's the sheer wave of heat threatening to implode my fat head!), when I was back, listening to Cola calling very close by... I opened the lounge door to let the Twins dash in... *grins... 10.45pm? The storm had long ceased, but even so the Twins were miraculously dry and mud free.. Hau!
Impossible, if they'd come in under the wall... Unless of course they'd come through half an hour before and had been drying off quietly on the verandah before politely waking me? *laughing... I sent Missus C a couple of texts just before 11.00pm (so she wouldn't miss the dogs and fret *winks) It's unlikely the texts reached their destination, as there was no reply..

Unused as they are to overnighting indoors, they settled down eventually and slept. I've just let them out to pee and they've curled up again back on my bed... No problemo..*finger to the Mischief Maker next door... Desperate times there mon Petite Merde? Naa... that would be sheer wishful thinking on my part.. My Network Admin exudes the same smug, untouchable air as his chommie, Salacious Crumb up on the Hill...*yawns...

The pre-dawn sky is a deep, cloudless indigo.. Judging from the sudden heatwave and brief jangling of nerves in my teeth, Bali is sprawled close by in der Bunker behind his laptop... *shrugs... At some point in the night I'd dreamed vividly that someone was showing me how the signal enhancing lights operated. Alas, their explanation had vanished by the time I awoke...

Does an aerial view of Durban and surrounds show the enormous increase in the use of white signal enhancing paint on so many buildings? A most impractical colour, and one that will degrade and become grubby very quickly, and yet it has suddenly become very popular...*winks... I must go do the walking thing...

LATER at 12.10pm

Our Vice-Chair informed the Meeting that there are cameras dotted around Sydenham already. Presumably she wasn't told exactly where, and it's unlikely they resemble conventional cctv cameras...
Much has been made in the past of our Crescent being a desirable escape route for hijackers, and yet no mention was made of the cameras that most certainly adorn the streetlights throughout Sherwood as well... Admitting that these exist could prove very embarrassing for some, could it not mon Capitano? *grins widely... Anyways, there's no point in arguing about it, as you know the things exist.
The Microwave Boffin asked who mans the monitors for these cameras but no-one replied... *shrugs...

Someone was sitting at a PC when I arrived at Dodge city yesterday to see Navi... The windows of that office next to the Admin. Block are deliberately darkened for security presumably, but the active PC screen and the person's torso as he swivelled round to check me out, were clearly visible... Civilian clothes they were too...*interested...

I've already told you that Supt. Mngomezulu has been filled in on my role as the Ancient Village Idiot have I not? I asked him the other day if he could spare me a minute, and pop by the house... His apparent cheerfulness stalled immediately poor man, and I guess whoever it was that supplied him with the so-called incriminating photo, will urge him not to see me...*grins..

It's not a trainsmash, for I don't have good news for him, now do I? He is being played like a fish, and I would relish eating my words were I to be proved wrong... *sighs...
Will the One-eyed Jack rise from the ashes and return to head the organised crime running from out of Dodge City? Will the implications of his loss of face finally register, leaving him more unstable than ever? *curious...
I have no answers and like you, I must wait for the curtain to go up on the next Act of what is fast becoming a melodramatic B-grade production...*roffels..

Peace julle..

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Tuesday 13th October 2009 at 2.06pm.