PREMIUM STUFF....
(begun Friday 10th September at 5.00am..)
*My, you nipped back smartly then Perverted One? Nervous? What about then?*
Since Tuesday’s reversion to bad behaviour and repeated switch-offs, (never mind temporarily down-grading our bouquet FFS), the telly has performed admirably.. Not a glitch nor a falter..*winks… A problem with the Server then? Fosho it was…*spits at the Network Admin…
I’d pulled the bedside lamp lead out and switched off the jackpoint at bedtime last night.. At 1.30am I woke to find my left hand number than a deep-frozen chicken, and right now as I scribble here at the desk, my right hand is threatening to shut down as well..*blinks.. So much for that little miracle lasting.. What was it? Two or three days, and our Controller has figured out a work-around? That’s of course if the jack switch-offs make any difference at all to his attack abilities….
*Right, I’m now in blogger.com and trying to type up this blog.. For some reason the Kaspersky icon on the bottom bar has kicked in wildly… your guess is as good as mine…*
Am I bummed? Oddly no, and I guess I’ll continue switching off jackpoints when this creature oversteps the mark, whether it ultimately helps or not.. I’m a nutter remember? *winks…
Already this morning I've had the wall of heat and several changes to the frequency in my ears, denoting the usual over-excited arrival of the Pervert and his uncontrollable desire to remind me just who’s in charge…*grins..
Though he’s become fairly reticent with all the transmitter/receivers dotted about our property, he still fluffs his lines occasionally, and the familiar buzz sounded, as I went and stood on the edge of the lawn last night.. Tsk, tsk Balliram, if you wish the suckers to believe you’ve stopped the over-saturated monitoring, you're going to have to do a lot better than that… *wags finger….
Yesterday was the first time I'd taken my little banger out properly since its so-called full service at Mr. Moodley’s recently acquired Great Shift Auto Repair… Though I was naturally wary, and consciously kept to a speed more befitting of both the car’s and my great age, she behaved very well, and I enjoyed the trip… *beams…
Done any research on Roy since his sudden appearance on these pages? Found anything interesting on the Umhlanga-dwelling, race-horse owning, entrepreneur who is probably on first name terms with our President? The same gentleman whose son got soundly smacked during a fracas at Blue Lagoon by the offspring of the old-monied and influential Jeweller, Narandas?
Figured out yet why on earth Mr. Moodley is suddenly a player on these pages, or do you easily buy the usual ‘sheer coincidence’ crap? *falls over laughing…
What fascinates me, is just who it was that suggested he risk having his name dragged onto this blog, peopled as it is with so many lower-life forms, and why was he so quick to comply?
It’s a certainty that his name will be on Johan Booysens list of Untouchables for the moment, but I'd have thought that since the outing of his Royal Security business some time back, he’d have preferred to keep a low profile… My apologies for the lack of details on that shady deal but hey, you're the IT intellectuals and can no doubt ferret out the gory details for yourselves.. *grins..
Roy Moodley’s own privacy would've been invaded a long time ago, and unbeknownst to him, every word he utters in his Umhlanga palace or on his phones may be recorded and monitored if so desired.. He can hire someone he trusts to regularly sweep his home, but who's to say they’ve not been bought off already?
Was it Barnabas himself who suggested Moodley snap up the little auto-repair company? Or was it Moodley Junior, who's spent way too much time hanging with the scurvy likes of our own Colin P. Balliram, that persuaded daddy to do his bit for the Cause? Delicious speculation….
The mechanic/previous company owner is dazzled by his good fortune, and remarked several times of the wonderful offer Mr. Moodley has made him, so it's established that Roy himself is very much personally involved… Why? Despite all of Roy Moodley's wealth, the GW says in his opinion, the guy is nouveau riche compared to the old money and status of Narandas the Jeweller… I say that Moodley most likely rode in to the Project at about the time of the SBV Heist… *cackles…
So what has the Jeweller’s son got to do with any of this?
Alas, here I fear the connection involves a horse of a different colour to those owned by Roy Moodley… Brown or white, I’m betting the Druglord Barnabas has seen to it that these rich, entitled young men indulge in Line Dancing regularly, and that their snorts are rather more rewarding than mine… *falls over…
Only the premium stuff hey guys?
Was the plan to buy Currie Motors hatched out on the greens or on the LAN?
How far off their trolleys were the two indulged and spoiled heirs when our Vice-Chair's name was added to the equation? *looks at the Jeweller’s son with interest…
Lazzie and the Rotten Apples have been smacking the journo/VC regularly, but to no avail.. Can you swear you never mentioned your rage at the VC’s refusal of your job offer? Not to your pellie Colin P. Balliram or anyone else? *gripped… Your head is cooked and you struggle to remember anything much these days, let alone something that was discussed as much as a month ago or more? *nods sympathetically…
Wake up Dear Reader and tell me that at last you're beginning to connect the dots? That the importance of having one such as Earl Michael Barnabas sitting next to our Head of Intelligence is finally starting to make sense…
If you thought the Druglord’s ten-year transformation was restricted to his choice of tailor and being seen regularly at St. Ann’s services, you’d be very wrong…
This Thug and Purveyor of Broken Dreams was networking frantically long before the first LAN was created… Recruiting and pressuring every last wealthy twit and their offspring that had ever bought his products, to enrol and support the Project…
That would be an impressively serious customer-base for starters, would it not? *cackles…
(At this point you have to bear in mind that Agliotti will have been treading an identical path to achieve his own aims…and you may ask Koobair the Squat who he has running Organised Crime down in the Cape and why the name Rassool springs to mind...)
A large part of Barnabas' sales pitch to the Project Authors would've involved his Ownership of so many rich and influential families, due to their patronage of his warez… I guess the lump sum of SBV Heist loot was all it took to seal the transaction and sale of the Zone, right Earl? *teeth…
While I think of it, I see for the last couple of days that Balliram is employing a new tactic…
Attempting to sign in to blogger.com now gives me a ‘Service Unavailable’ Error 503 message.
Though I was ‘allowed’ to get round that problem twice, is it to be third time Zero?
My hand is in the air here rpm….
Do you stand by Freedom of Speech or not? Will you use your influence to continue to allow me to tell the Truth freely, or will you allow this Criminal to shut me down, just when it's getting interesting? *curious..
Somebody was really ticked off when I announced that any WUG running in Fourways needs investigating.. That someone involved in the LAN that operates in the area is responsible for the iBurst mast cockup and the subsequent appalling fallout to the Craigavon residents…
Course you know I'm right on this one, and that by now the Strategist will likely have told you who it was… *sighs..
But hey, you'll buy that it wasn’t deliberately malicious and that the Project unfortunately still consists of more Miss than Hit right now… *shrugs…
So it went wrong at Craigavon.. So what? The Rocket Scientist and the Activist have fallen suitably silent, and there's still a vast amount of land to cover..
Hopefully, the many similar cockups that occur will be in areas where the victims have no voice, and we'll be none the wiser…Fingers crossed hey?
It's much easier to bury your collective heads in the sand and ignore the tragedies, and keep telling yourselves the end goal is worth it ja….
LATER at 6.55am..
Just after 6.30am I saw the Scrabble-Player studying his beautifully renovated garden.. He turned for a moment and looked straight at the section of brown and very dead jasmine that covers the wall between us.
The section I fully intend blocking off with shade-cloth, due to the diligent and combined efforts of Balliram and his latest droog, the College Student tenant…
The entire length of wall covered by jasmine is now beginning to die off, and the Plant Man at the Farmer's Market had no idea what is causing this…
We know, don’t we Balliram? *winks… We know why the leaves of nearly every plant and tree that falls within the beam of our own valley facing spotlight are turning brown and burned… We can only guess at what happened to the stunted mulberry tree that stands on our property and why the thunbergia is looking quite so nailed…
Nothing to do with you or your temp?
You’ve put god's child in a very awkward position here have you not? A good guy, finally persuaded to see me as some sort of vindictive and witless opposition to the only plan that can save this country? Does he still insist on listening to the tiny voice that tells him he's being manipulated? You'd best sit on that sooner rather than later Creep.…
LATER at 8.15am..
Though it's hardly worth reporting, I suppose it should be said the Pervert now adjusts my microwave buzzing constantly.. Now you hear it, now you don’t.. belches… After years of living with a constant shriek, this latest ‘skill’ has already been flogged to death, and I find I'm unmoved one way or the other..*yawns…
Peace julle…
---oOooo—
Friday 10th September 2010 at 12.52pm.
