THE FREQUENCY OF PAIN...

(begun 13th August at 3.00pm..)

Since the cross-dressing trio moved into the area, the traffic through the valley and past our bottom wall appears to have increased...  With the teacher's strike on, a lot of it's been schoolkids bored witless and seeking adventure...*shrugs...
The little yappers rushed outside almost as soon as I got on the bed with my book twenty minutes ago, and insisted there was someone or something lurking down against the wall..  No problemo, I'm flexible.. So out I trundled and turned on the hose to direct it over the bottom wall.. Nothing rushed out into view, but still the dogs fussed, so I persisted with my mini-deluge..

And there he was... Laughing and shaking off the water... About 17? 18? Nice looking and wearing a navy jacket with a broad lumo stripe round one sleeve, rather like the Metro cops?  He took his cellphone out and busied himself with it, and I called out my apologies saying I'd thought it was another dog bothering mine..*winks..  I suggested he move further along and said the animals wouldn't shut up till he did... He ambled off half-heartedly towards Jan Smuts a little way, with his backpack and his phone...

Friend of yours Baron?  Customer doing you a favour?  In return for a bankie liberated by a mate working up in the Evidence Room?  *winks...  I kept the hose going for a while after he'd wandered off, and if he had a pal tucked up against the wall, he too would've been soaked through...*belches... It's almost as if he knew I had just lain down with my book, and of course he did... The not-so-Secret Operative with the dodgy penchant for old wimmen way past their prime, monitors us as closely as ever... Does he fudge the trail a bit by texting Baron first, who in turn calls the dude hanging about in the valley?
Makes the lies sound more genuine then, doesn't it? *grins...

The preferred method of late has actually been to wait till the Creep hears me get in the bath and to then set the dogs off at the wall... Solved by simply bringing them inside before I bath, and shutting the door.. *yawns...
Sure these louts can probably write a computer program, and with enough assistance from Balliram, maybe even hack the Mayor's Office, but the basic level of intelligence to be frank, is pretty much on a par with mine, (which is to say very low indeed).
You can thank your lucky stars it's unlikely that the Druglord Barnabas will ever pull MY name out of the hat to run a power circuit and thieve private information for him, as Balliram does....

Saturday 14th August at 2.00pm..

The fags finally caught up with me and I guess I barked on and off all night... Geez Louise, what a racket!  So today (don't faint), I've managed to stick to one cig an hour so far, in an effort to cut back just for a week or so.. (I practise self-abuse like an art form, always have and always will..*sighs...Oh hang on, you knew that already ja)..

Sunday 15th August at 4.30am..

A busy night, despite considerably less barking.. Smoked only 14 fags the whole day yesterday!  A Ripley's moment?  It might be a good idea about now to cut out all the side gossip and stuff, and turn this blog into a straight Medical Journal...
What Pensioners Can Expect from The Project Healthwise?   Hmm....

The dogs were all going nuts up in the Crescent after 1.am,  including the Nobster, but I went back to sleep quickly enough.. It's after 2.am and I'm awake again, and it's like there's a hissing sound?  The 'tinnitus' is so loud, maybe I'm imagining it?  Like gas escaping? (STFU).. A neon tube running faintly?  The right hand starts it's crap and burns and the lower back pain kicks back in... Magic!!
Our Controller holds it there for the moment, unlike yesterday morning in the early hours, hey Balliram?
When he gave me a full-on taste of what he's putting B.Snr. through, just for laughs right?   We'd discussed his pain up at my gates, and I'd subsequently blogged it, so why not let me experience it first hand?  Always gotta be a Friday that you lose the plot?  A couple of spliffs and your scuzzy mates to egg you on ?
Do you actually try it out on each other?  Or do your shrivelled cojones fail you, and you happily settle for your victim's groans of agony?  *curious..

Come now Balliram, try yesterday's trick out on the Pooper Scooper, why don't you?  No, not a watered down version - That would be erm, cheating.... Show your little wife the full extent of your powers and just what you busy yourself with in the early hours.. She's had two kids so she'll be familiar with a certain level of pain... *waits.. No?  She declines to be used for your fun and games?  So much easier to lie, when she isn't aware of the lengths you go to, to satisfy your sickness...

Right now really wouldn't be a good time to haul out the 'I dunno what she's on about' routine... Hooking up with his cousins working on the Big Brother equivalent in the UK has been of tremendous help in the Inanely Vicious Department, if nothing else... *vomits... You're following here?
You choose to conveniently forget that all this began with a simple Neighbourhood Watch? Koobair the Crooked and Vertically Challenged having our phones tapped by his puppets over at Telkom Overport?

Koobair manipulated and forced by his own officers into corrupt practises? Yeah right!!!
Tellus - will the Trouble Shooter and his family, and his family's family, have these cowardly yobs on their tails for ever more, as well?   Or do these pathetic crooks restrict themselves carefully to those that can't fight back? *winks..
Rhetorical question alert... Supported and encouraged by a mob of like-minded bloodthirsty morons and backed by some extremely powerful players, all to torment ONE lone idiot?  A Simpleton that saw early on that it would always be a losing battle, and yet who chose to stand and face you all?  *teeth...
A fine line between bravery and stupidity?  And you could tell the difference how?  *interested....

I may be many things, and unpleasant certainly numbers amongst them, but I'm neither a coward nor a criminal, unlike Colin P Balliram and so many of his colleagues, hand-picked to OWN you, by a Druglord FFS...
It's got to be sheer bloody-minded optimism and stupidity that keeps me endlessly yapping, while I wait for the miracle that ain't gonna happen... *grins....
The Strategist isn't programmed with any form of conscience and merely goes with the flow.. If the rumblings grow loud he will have the torture 'adjusted' to a degree, but for the rest, I'm on my own, ne, Janneman?

Today's Witness Page 11 has an article titled Water Crisis Looms For SA...   Approximately five years before we run dry?  Just last week I believe it was the Highway Mail who published a letter from a Westville resident daring to grumble on the amount of water constantly rushing down their road... How are the runoffs doing in YOUR area?
How many thousands of litres do YOU watch being wasted deliberately, while telling yourself it's for a Good Cause?
Another article in the Witness asks the community to rally and clean (and that precise moment, while typing into blogger.com my connection was dropped... A real fumble though, oddly enough....) the dirty rivers, as they can kill the ecosystem... *falls over...
If anything's killing the darned ecosystem it's the Blessed Project, and the hugely increased mast emissions, never mind the cabling running through the water lines, causing massive contamination.. Where have the armies of toads gone, that lived for years and years here in the valley?
Where have the swarms of bees relocated to?  Apart from a few disorientated bees they're nowhere to be seen...
Dirty rivers?  Try blaming Eskom for their blackouts... Powercuts needed so their technicians can swarm up your streetlight pole to add the invasive monitoring devices without getting fried.
Power outages needed to recoup the losses due to the enormous increase in lighting required to promote the wireless signals.. Water purification plants shut down due to powercuts...

I see in todays Sunday Times that it's been deemed that now is the time for the Whisperer to rat on his fellow conspirators.... (*an error occurred while saving? You don't say? Pfft..) Will it work?  Will he emerge as clean as a whistle and be forgiven for his part in the arms deal, as he attempts to spread the dirt around...? AFAIK his boetie is still our Head of Intelligence, and it would pay you to remember that... *winks...

Peace..

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Sunday 15th August 2010 at 6.32pm...