A MALICIOUS REPERTOIRE...
(begun Saturday 2nd October at 5.45am...)
It’s the erratic and fluctuating quality of our iBurst signal that I'm on about right now… It always sat at a respectable 100%, and so it should, with a mini-base station on our doorstep, and a mast in DLOS.. Only once our Network Admin chose to add deliberate manipulation of the signal to his malicious repertoire, did the signal start dropping drastically as soon as I sat down in front of the keyboard… *snorts…
The murder of my once healthy jasmine hedge atop the precast wall between me and the Scrabble-Player, and the assisted suicide of a third of my palm tree, has nothing to do with what should be a rock-steady wireless signal…. The gaps/holes that were constantly being made by young Brian (No. 10’s erstwhile gardener) in both the jasmine and the thunbergia creeper (that I planted in an attempt to hide our view of the delapidated state of the SP’s untenable servant’s quarters), are to improve the quality of access to the SP’s home and private conversations, is all… *vomits…
I'm truly amused at the continued naivity displayed by the majority of wuggers.. Wuggers whose reading skills are apparently as poor as my own….
If the Project Authors had invested considerably more time in running background checks on proposed Area Controllers, and as a result had employed truly honest citizens with no affiliations whatsoever to criminals, then I could understand the wuggers “I've got nothing to hide” attitude…
Alas, it's glaringly obvious that in many cases quite the reverse has happened here in the Zone, and that we've been knowingly sold to a notorious Druglord…
The cosy relationship between Earl Michael Barnabas and the Rotten Apples at Sydenham Station has existed for well over a decade….
It would have taken the Strategist only a couple of hours at the most to verify my claims.. By now I guess he also knows all about Koobair the Squat and his affiliations to the Maritzburg Curry Mafia… He is after all a Telecoms Agent, and privy to switchboxes and private lines across the land..*waves…
Are you fool enough to believe this mode of employment was restricted to our area alone? *eyeroll.. OTOH, would the Strategist have you think I point a finger at ALL Controllers as being criminals? There are surely many who take the responsibility they’ve been given seriously, and who would regard vindictive attacks on those they are tasked to monitor, as illegal… *shrugs…
The Controllers I would suggest bear watching, would be those employed in the wealthier areas…
Who is it that covers Innes Road for example..*winks.. Who controls upper Ridge Road and upper Glenwood? Who runs the power circuits that feed Sbu Mpisane’s palatial mansion further north, and who operates the circuit that includes Roy Moodley’s home? *interested….
The choice of venue for our Police Commissioner’s nuptuals today was an interesting one, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find that particular hotel has yet to be added to the Grid.. Did the PTB have time to rectify the oversight, and has there been furious digging and huge water runoffs down at Pennington over the past few weeks?
Has the AirWing chopper been overhead daily? Keeping an eye on security for our Police Head, or with a view to keeping an eye on Bheki and his guests themselves?
Don’t you love that our Hatman is so partial to the Ngcobo clan that this is the second time he's tying the knot with someone bearing that name? *grins.. According to the Independent on Saturday the groom is 58 years old, while the Sunday Times has judiciously knocked him down to 53…laughing….
Sunday 3rd October at 4.10am…
The air is thick and muggy, and sort of holding it's breath right now.. Someone is going up the Crescent and the dogs all follow his route noisily.. The Sunday papers? *shrugs…
What our Controller has excluded over the past two weeks from Missus B.Snr’s diet, he more than makes up for in my direction.. It was my left hand in the early hours that bore the brunt of his attention, and I confess I'm totally unfazed by it, and just wait it out...
When I sit up in bed, I face so many stunning signal enhancers dead-on, it's no wonder I experience these strange phenomena…..
Was it his UK counterparts that gave him the secret of how to isolate individuals so neatly, or did he stumble across it himself?
I bumbled about in the garden early yesterday morning, digging in kraal manure and mushroom compost, and tying back plants that have succumbed to the fierce winds we’ve been having.. Did you know that the Pervert can now actually lie in his bed and watch me as I go up the stairs? If Missus C suggests her window is cracked open because the aircon is faulty, why not open them both wide? *teeth.. Why just the one, and that, only enough to hear and see as I exit the courtyard and go up the stairs…. *plays to the Gallery…..
Does this behaviour by her SO not nauseate her ever so slightly?
When I'd read that she actually hated me, it came as a surprise.. Despised or disliked, I could understand, but HATE, FFS?
I've since given it some thought and have come to the conclusion that she resents Balliram’s 24/7 obsession with me, and the fact that there's nothing she can do about it.. That she's wasting the best years of her life married to a fellow who's fixated on a 65-year old, is I imagine, good enough reason for her hatred…
My mum always trotted out the old ‘Laughter ends in tears’ adage and ain't that a fact? So much sick enjoyment in the early days of the Toady Show was always doomed to lead to unhappiness…. Could Missus C ever have predicted that 10+ years down the line I’d still be the reason her perverted husband gets out of his bed in the mornings? I very much doubt it… *sighs…
I guess I've become a humiliating symbol of Balliram’s lack of self-control, and she’s mortified by it…
There's no valid excuse for the continued concentrated attention he pays me, and she knows it… The hours spent in the company of that other seriously sick individual, the Sexual Harrassment Specialist Nayager, brought out a side of Balliram’s character she hadn't known existed?
AFAIK, there's no Betty Ford Clinic to handle an addiction of this type…
The Hostage-Taker has become the Hostage, and is now a prisoner to his own uncontrollable behaviour..*yawns…
She may shriek that he has stopped his persecutions, and that my continued accusations are imaginary... In reality, she knows that he lies to her, and has always lied to her...
The sudden arrival of Roy Moodley and his son on these pages is clear indication that the Creep continues to feed his addiction, and she's just going to have to accept this for foreseeable future…
I've no real desire for little Missus C to relocate, and were the Monstrous One to be shut away in a padded cell where he belongs, I would hope that she and the kids stayed on here at No. 6…
I miss the sight and sound of her mum pulling up at the gates and sitting on the horn, and the happy noise of the kids playing in the pool, has become few and far between..
The occasional functions that do occur, appear contrived, stiff and unnatural….
Come Missus C – would you truly try and lay the onus on me for the miserable life you endure? Was I ever consulted by the Producers of the Toady Show? Was I even aware of it’s existence?
What began as hilariously unkind entertainment for the troops, has backfired horribly, and though Balliram may continue to feed his ego by such means as blocking me from #trivia, allowing the Big Boys to become involved was a BSOD moment…
Tampering with my wheels is easily on a par with the flooding of our home using wireless frequencies and EMR, and it has elevated the petty vindictive Bullyboy to something rather more sinister than just a cowardly Cracker… *spews….
How’s your equally attractive sister doing up at No. 6 Garbutt Road? Whilst not subjected to the gaze of the Mothership and the overheads on the Freeway, can they actually see the mast tucked behind our ex-Chair's home? All Thick-Skins, and thus able to enjoy the many perks that go with nepotistic (?) enrolement as a Controller, without the possible irritation of microwave buzzing and joint pains?
May I suggest that you overcome your apparent hatred for me (seriously bad for your health anyways) and attempt to see it from my POV? That while I and my family and friends continue to be targetted by your charming husband and his well-connected chommies, using the myriad methods available to him, I am forced to carry on documenting his behaviour here, for as long as I'm permitted to continue.. A sad Catch-22 situation, but not one that I ever initiated… *shrugs…
LATER at 7.15am..
Noseweek isn't the only one on about money laundering…. Check out the front page of today’s Sunday Times and read how imported sports cars were a front for money laundering, with cash stashed in door panels… *blinks..
Not just Porsche and Ferrari are mentioned, but Lamborghinis as well.. Coincidence? *looks with interest at Roy Moodley Junior….
Though I'd guess this lot were out of your league, there’s always a chance you and daddy skirted the fringes of that lucrative operation? Too much credit? Yoohooo! Is Johan Booysens around this morning?
Peace…
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Sunday 3rd October 2010 at 9.31am…
