CRAVEN BASTARDS...
(begun Monday 18th October at 6.05am..)
There's not a cloud in the sky as the sun rises blindingly behind St. Theresa’s… The yellow-billed kites are busily building a nest over the other side of the little valley, by the fever trees…
I went up earlier to take off the gate chain, and Nobby was waiting by the wall to say good morning.. He's wearing a tick/flea collar for the first time in all the years I’ve known him… *applauds Missus C for giving a toss…
I'd seen her yesterday sometime after 4pm, standing up on their top deck.. She looked as though she was waiting for a lift…*shrugs… I’d booted up the PC a while after that and straight away was given ‘A network cable is unplugged. Area Connection 2’.. Trying to actually connect, then got me an error 678? Message, so I shut down and pulled the plugs before going through the whole rigmarole again.. This time I was allowed to connect…*winks..
Those small moments that feed our needy Network Controller when he doubts himself? It wasn’t enough for him, and browsing mybroadband eventually got me a string of data base errors, and I was forced to shut down..
Eh – it’s a small enough price to pay to be able to continue reminding you of the choices made by the Project Authors.. Of the dozens of pathetic Saddos now given such power over the idiotic Vulnerable, that they're almost spoilt for choice when it comes to spite… *grins…
I took my little banger out yesterday, and since the GameWrecker has now replaced the coil, she went without a hitch…. Am I in the clear? Nope. She is now and forever more OWNED by Roy Moodley and his son Lance, and there's no escaping it… (Yep – that was a bonus given me yesterday in the Sunday papers…)
It has a name, and need no longer be referred to as Roy Moodley Jnr., but henceforth he will be dubbed Lance Lamborghini, club owner and without a doubt a ‘special’ friend to our own corrupt Network Controller… *beams…
Check out the Tribune Herald, October 17th, Page 2 for an update on how the seriously wealthy spend their privileged lives… A macho willy-waving contest that went horribly wrong? The Jeweller’s son Rajiv appears to have taken his megalomania a step too far, and someone lost his life as a result… Murder will have little effect on this well-connected heir to the Narandas throne, as stolen information can be bought on the private lives of the Court officials handling the case..
Pressure will be brought to bear on Magistrates and judges, resulting in the Courts seeing fit to defer the matters indefinitely… *shrugs..
Nonetheless, a blow for the unfortunate Jeweller himself, who is now beholden to the likes of Nayager and his equally low-life connections, to keep his son out of jail….
This particular tale is another gift handed to me by Colin P. Balliram on a plate…
It's doubtful Roy Moodley would ever have graced these pages were it not for Nayager and Balliram persuading Lance Lamborghini and quite possibly Rajiv, to get involved in their ongoing game of toad torture…. Getting daddy to invest in Currie Motors (now Great Shift) was a sure-fire way of becoming a regular character featured on this blog…*winks…
Of course the same applies to Rajiv.. I'd not connected the dots and realised that he is an alleged murderer, but even without that added cachet, he slots in here quite nicely….
An appearance that wouldn’t have occurred were it not for his connection to the tampering with the Vice-Chair's cars and mine, a couple of months back….
I'm betting the Royal Security owner is nauseatingly grateful that the Curry Mafia have promised him protection, but the Jeweller on the other hand, must be livid… Despite their great wealth, they are both now OWNED and forced to rely on the likes of scum like Nayager and Balliram to keep one step ahead of the Law (such as it is!).. *yawns…
Go find the discussion Forum on Facebook called “Injustice to Veenand Singh” and make up your own minds as to who is guilty of what… Self-defence? WTF was he doing carrying a blade in the first place?
LATER at 5.55pm..
The wind still howls around the house, but apart from a couple of mini crises cropping up, it's been a good day on the whole..
A last minute exec. Meeting was called for this evening, to discuss our Ward Councillor’s very direct attack on our Vice Chair.
Alas, the GW has just phoned to say two trucks have collided at Shongweni, so he won't be making it back home in time for me to share my .2cents at the Meeting..*sighs..
Was it a test? Did Balliram in fact lower the emissions in our home today? Curious it was to find that from mid-morning on, I've been amazingly pain-free, and that only now at 6pm has the discomfort once again increased… *blinks at Monty…
No point in asking Balliram directly is there… For you can guarantee his answer would be a lie….
Being collectively loathed and despised by so many is in itself liberating..
I've no need or necessity to endear myself to anyone in any way, and can be my unpleasant self without having to consider the sensitive feelings of the egotistical Corrupt…. *grins…
I see Mo Shaik has judiciously slammed the door shut on further investigations into the Arms Deal.. It was bound to happen, and the Whisperer was right when he grumbled about having to carry the can for the lot of them..
Give the bloke his bloody pardon and set him free FFS… It can't be healthy for him sitting glued to his computer over in Innes Road, learning the basics of eavesdropping on his neighbours via the BB technology, when he could be wheeling and dealing down on the greens in the fresh air… *beams..
Tuesday 19th October at 2.45am….
Our designated Torturer is currently (!) in Dar-es-Salaam teaching the finer points of home invasion to their IT guys, so there's no way he could be the author of the agony engineered just after 2am this morning?
The point I struggle to make is that you're dealing with a true Coward here.. One that would go to extreme lengths in an attempt to avoid being at the scene of the crime.. *grins..
It was the Duracel Bunny remark that pushed him to such lengths? Fosho it was….
It has to be a pretty fierce level of pain to drag me from my sleep like that..*blinks.. Balliram and his shifty colleagues can celebrate another serious home-strike on this occasion.. The give-away would be the inclusion of a completely numb hand, only I wasn’t holding my cellphone or any other electrical device that could have caused it…*winks… It was a double-whammy, and the GW staggered out into the passage with extreme cramp about 5 minutes later…*applauds wildly…
Oddly enough, throughout the ordeal the little dogs didn’t stir, though I'll wager the EE boffins know the answer to that conundrum….
I wonder idly whether young Monty is awake as I write… Does he, like our Power Controller, sit hunched over his laptop, tucked into B.Snr’s servant’s quarters in the early hours, following Balliram's instructions and contributing to the physical horrorshow we encountered? A clue? Balliram continues to run his inside kaia light overnight to compensate for whatever minimal loss is caused by my unplugging the bedside lamp…. You find this at all interesting? *studies Allen Spence in all his glory… Donor of Power Circuits across the City to those crooked and wealthy enough to buy into the scheme…
Does each mention you get here earn you some sort of placatory bonus Al old boy? Making it that much easier for you to accept my accusations and remain silent as I slather on the tar?
Without your ongoing and so willing assistance given to these criminals, and your continued cowardly assertions that there's nothing you can do, it would have been that much harder for the Pervert to get away with it…
Are you owned, little man? Or are you OWNED?!
You have kids Al? Or was that never on your To-do list? Kids like Colin Balliram’s, who’ll one day be able to read and understand their Papa’s courageous participation in the slow and steady annihilation of a mouthy, feeble-minded 65-year old? *teeth…
No dear, I'm not attempting to shame you into remorse, for that would be as futile as all my other efforts to remind you of things long since abandoned…
Honesty, integrity and a moral code of conduct belong where you tossed them, in return for your grandiose title - on the trash heap… *shrugs…
My kid called after they got back up to the rondy yesterday.. She said it took the GW ages to get her electrics working properly.. Now don’t you find that fascinating? My claims that the ‘breakin’ to her tiny home was a red herring and had nothing to do with liberating her few meagre possessions, but was all about adjusting her power supply to comply with the Eavesdroppers needs, would appear to be correct…
I'm guessing the people that moved in just across the other side of the Mooi River Road, last year, would know more about that? The same people whose dogs were always darting among the heavy-duty traffic at all hours? Sound familiar? And so it should….
Hopefully my girl (so far a Thick-Skin like her dad), will remain oblivious to the visitors that now infest her private space, but only time will tell… Ooops no, that’s not strictly true… I might, as well..*winks…
I care not that you consider my words to be deliberately adding fuel to the very flames that burn me.. I know these craven low-life's better than you.. Were I to fall silent, you think the physical attacks would ease up? Pull the other one….*my ears whine as I shake my head….
LATER at 5.50am…
The parking bay at the top of the Pervert’s drive remains empty.. The deluded Creature feels this is sufficient to prove he wasn’t involved in the 2am assault on our home this morning? *falls over choking…
It was an error in judgement made by Balliram's proxy Controller, Monty, in his absence? BULLSHIT! May I dare to ask what secrets you hoped to glean from any conversations held in our home at that ungodly hour? So – no mistake there, and instead a direct and punishing onslaught on us both, carried out in the early hours..(As is most often the case when enacted by yellow-bellied cowards)..*waves to Monty…
What would happen if someone were to cut our Telkom cable? The look-alike wireless line that Sean Mudaly so kindly installed? *curious… The more our fixed line is manipulated and corrupted, the less I feel we need that particular item.. Hmm… What's the fine for damaging the Beast's property? Well worth it, I guess….
Peace..
PS. It's now 9.57am and two familiar cracks just came from behind the TV... Balliram running late or Monty scrambling in? Your guess folks..... *grins....
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Tuesday 19th October 2010 at 9.48am….
