SCALY BASTARDS...
(begun Saturday 24th July at 3.00am...)
*It's been about a week or two, that when I sign into Blogger and hit New Post it refuses to load the options along the top of the New Post window.... round and round and round it goes, getting nowhere... I resort to hitting Publish Post and then edit and type up my blog using that method.... A glitch in Blogger? You think? *winks....*
I'd been laying awake comfortably for ages.. The moon was still a way off full, but nonetheless the local dogs had been pretty vocal on and off... 2.15am? So what happened at that point, for my hands to suddenly burn and the dogs to stir restlessly at my side? Is the 'system' set to up a notch at about that time all by itself, or would you believe that the Creep is going about his business and up to mischief even at the early hour? I doubt Missus C even wakes any more as the Controller creeps off to sit hunched over his laptop, and even if she did, years of providing alibis for her husband would ensure she'd deny it...
Are there others nearby that are up at sparrow's surfing the internet or chatting on the WUG? What possible reason can there be for him to be ferreting about in the wee hours? *curious...
Was I wrong again? It's a WAN and not a LAN? Despite the GW arguing that a LAN is restricted to one building only, I'm still not convinced... The properties in this area are not huge and the homes sit cheek by jowl.. With few exceptions, most homeowners have installed a load of outdoor lights, some more than others...
While I guess a LAN may not work in say Kloof or Hillcrest, down here in the Zone it should be okay? *clueless...
Do the Business Against Crime members have their own WUG? Something so heavily touted by Nayager that I'm guessing it provides a great deal of interesting information for the Druglord, never mind the SARS..*winks..
On my mirrored harddrive at least, I find the Strategist has all but disappeared from MyBB for the moment, and the natives are duly becoming restless..*grins.. Vodacom is now dissed as much as the Beast ever was, and understandably so...
What nauseating deal was struck between Mo Shaik and the Cellular Network Giants, that allows the likes of Nayager and his Idiot Boy to have such control over any lines they choose? *vomits... That they can now corrupt your SIM card and block your signal with ease? That should you have a contract, your account may easily be corrupted? *gags...
While these low-lifes are at last displaying a modicum of caution in their attacks on OUR phones, (curtseys to Jannie), they've chosen to increase the corruption on our Vice Chair's fixed line and MTN based cellphone and to godknows how many others that I'll never get to hear about...
All this, with the express permission of our Head of Intelligence... May I dare to ask (hand in air) who is really running the country right now? Or should that be 'ruining' the country? *fascinated...
The never-ending stream of revelations on Government officials looting the system leads me to believe that the ShaikBoyz have their goal in sight already..
Do they have their own Team Players in place to take over from the Disgraced? Suitable candidates who have been made aware that their every move can now be monitored and who will therefore stick to the straight and narrow and do as they are told? *sceptical....
Should I simply accept the wanton and deliberate destruction caused by the Project, as you all have?
If Karl Muller has been converted, why not this simpleton of a toad? Does van Zyl insist that he's finally reined in our Network Administrator and clipped his wings? I would in that case have to enquire what substance he's smoking, and remind him that the Chop next door regards Larsson's words as his bible...
You consider the sudden arrival of the GW's 'tinnitus' and it's speedy departure to be an error on the Cracker's part? As thick-skinned as my SO most surely is, he'd have to take a great deal of concentrated effort to have his natural defences breeched (sp) in such a manner...
So no, it would be a phallacy to suggest that Jannie has Colin P Balliram in check, despite the smokescreen.. Instead, our officially appointed Network Admin spends what free time he has considering ways to continue to make our lives miserable, merely using harder-to-prove methods...*yawns...
However useful Nayager and his BunnyBoy have been, their time is up.. Their proclivity for malicious and vindictive behaviour hasn't stopped at our doorstep, but includes random targets across the Zone...*gags..
Kokstad calls..
What charges? I would have to guess that even the Justice system (such as it is) falls under the ShaikBoyz control by now... So take your pick of the deliberate and ongoing damage to our assets and our health.. I've proven time and again, beyond reasonable doubt, that Balliram oversteps his brief by a mile and brings the Project into serious disrepute..
Will the Telecoms Agent argue that the sterling work these thugs have achieved for SARS outweighs their lapses in behaviour? Fark that... *eyeroll...
There was a mention in this week's Rising Sun of Amanda Khumalo's visit to Kennedy Road and Transnet's generous donation to those who lost their homes and possessions in the recent fire.. Though that organisation is itself riddled with corruption, it was a kind, if well-timed gesture... *winks.. To all the many organisations and individuals who've risen to the occasion and taken the time to help these people... Good one!
At 11.15am yesterday I was sitting out on the verandah studying the view through my binoculars when he stood up to take his black and white jacket off.. An item of clothing I've not seen before.. He turned and saw the GW looking his way and promptly vanished...
This particular little band of thieves are deliberately dressing conspicuously.. A clever ploy, as their bright tops and headgear may be shed in seconds should the wearer need to 'disappear' hastily... Were you to search their backpacks, would you find a safety-rajor among the items? *nods...
Our ex-Treasurer tells me she arrived home fairly late one night last week to find two 'visitors' scaling her rockery.. They fled upon her arrival, but she said she vaguely remembers one wearing a red hoodie...
Should I lend my toy pellet gun to her SO and suggest he takes potshots at their still defunct streetlight, until such time as the cowling cover is destroyed and Rudy Mhlope is forced to have it restored to working order? *grins.. How I used to enjoy standing down at my kitchen door listening to the satisfying thwack as I nailed that bugger repeatedly...
I achieved nothing in the long run, apart from temporary gratification, but who knows, my ex-Treasurer may even get her streetlight back up and running, were they to follow my lead...*cackles..
The authorities could never prove deliberate vandalism, as there are apparently no cameras in existence, let alone active..*rolls on the floor... (Of COURSE there are, but none that can be admitted to...)
It's now 5.20am and the pressure in my ears suddenly increases, along with the pitch of the microwave buzzing.. A last nasty little push before the Creep packs it in for the night? *belches..
The Project Authors purport to clean up the country by employing Filth to do the job? Ja right, like that'll work! Right now these bottom-feeders appear to have free rein to do their own thing, and promises that they too will be dealt with, are mere wishful thinking..
The Project Authors have created an army of the dodgiest 'soldiers' imaginable.. No noble, heroic individuals these, but cowardly bullies, whose greatest pleasure is in attacking the weak and defenceless.... Whose given tasks must be constantly enlivened by a side-order of malice and destruction...*yawns....
Sunday 25th July at 5.35am..
The electrician crept back in, early yesterday morning ..Nonetheless, we still lost our telly screen later in the day, and the neighbourhood house-alarms continued to sound randomly..
The hoodies have made themselves scarce for the moment. On whose direct orders? Balliram? Nayager? You can bet on it...Nothing moves here in the horseyard that isn't carefully orchestrated...
Just after 6.00pm last night the sound of a police vehicle's siren warbled briefly from below our valley wall... *blinks.. Metro? Sydenham SAPS? I tell myself that as a possible deterrent it was a kind gesture and leave it at that...*curtseys creakingly....
The only item that was stolen at the scene of the slaughter in Rosetta was a cellphone? That should in theory be all that's needed to round up the murderers... Go get em, boys... *waits...
Eskom is now looking to desecrate even more countryside in the Midlands area, when already one is hard put to avoid seeing the giant pylons destroying the view everywhere you go...*vomits...
Will any of you ever look back at this time of technological progress with regret, or have you already forgotten the basics of honesty, integrity and kindness in your headlong single-minded rush for a fast internet connection? *eyeroll..
The angelus sounds from St. Theresa's and I must go...
LATER at 9.20am..
Corrections.. THIS box on the Creep's garage roof photographed in deep shade? With the sun shining directly on to it earlier, it turned out to be no more than an ancient and rusted braai box...*snorts.. The makeshift cobbling together of THESE new cables is far more interesting, and I'll try and get a picture taken in the sunshine at some stage... *blurshes...
The thief that hopped the garden walls a few weeks back, that I'd been told was shot dead by a sharp-eyed resident in Abrey Road? Turns out he lives on after all, to no doubt receive the best in medical attention and a brief stay in a State hospitality suite at your expense.. *shrugs..
LATER at 11.15am..
Harry's old house up at 66 Rippon Crescent is now sporting electrified fencing! Haikona! Who officially owns the property? A cartel headed by the Zone Owner, Earl Michael Barnabas? Peddlers, runners and middlemen, there is only ONE Lord of the Zone, despite all the camouflage in the world, is there not Earl? *winks..
When I saw the telly screen off a little earlier I checked, and sure enough his car has gone..*spits..
Quit grumbling, you're lucky it's just the telly? Right.
Peace..
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Sunday 25th July 2010 at 2.28pm.
