IN PURSUIT OF PROGRESS...
(begun Monday 15th November at 4.30am...)
Eh! I'm not sat here 5 minutes at the desk, and el Monstro squeezes my ears, and boils me alive briefly.. It's not all bad FFS…. At least I get to vent, though you can guarantee he and his chommies have victims dotted all over, who have no idea what's happening to them… Terrified out of their wits by symptoms their doctors appear unable to deal with..
I predict that in many cases the stress caused by these delightful side-effects (over-exposure to a Criminal Area Controller included), will have various cancers kicking in….
Let's face it, Millie and her ugly sisters would still be asleep today, if I hadn't allowed myself to lose the plot so totally back in 1998…*blinks and totters away to turn off the outdoor lights…
I guess in a bizarre way I was lucky? Although I never had a clue how the weird symptoms were being achieved, I always knew that the Pervert was the Author… *shrugs…
Whilst having described these astonishing effects pretty clearly, has surely made it that much easier for the Captain of Immense Courage to nail me even more effectively, I would hope that I'm no longer categorized as simply a basket-case… *winks..
That henceforth, when I mutter of broken wrists and burning fingers, you no longer chortle into your hands that the Nutter is off again? That you understand that this painful oddness is being caused deliberately by a specific frequency, operated by the Employee of a Druglord…
Never, (as he would no doubt have you believe), in error, but with deliberate malice of forethought every time…
It's common knowledge that our home is rigged for audio-monitoring, as are most of the homes nearby… Balliram has had years to hone his vicious craft, and by now he knows EXACTLY which frequencies do the most crippling damage…
What a gift, hey Earl?! With this callous Prick at your beck and call, you're as good as some sort of god, are you not?
My word, but it's no wonder the wind changed so dramatically, and all stops were pulled out to save Balliram, despite that he repeatedly shoots holes in his own feet… *roffels.. A national farking treasure, right?
In demand everywhere, by Crime Bosses, Druglords and Fraudsters? Does Balliram advise even Schabir's own pet Area Controller? Is this Creature summoned for an audience to 343 Innes Road to teach his wicked skills to the Whisperer's own IT Specialist? That he too may stealthily smite his enemies without their knowledge? *teeth….
Well Donald old son, at least by now you should have woken up to the truth, and hopefully you’ve had a rethink… Difficult as you’ve found it to believe, the Cracker that so many of you have treated with respect and awe, all these years, is in fact what I've said all along… An obsessed and callous Puppet with a god-complex, who's available to the highest bidder… *shrugs…
Course it's too late for you to back out now, even if you wanted to.. Would you recognise the signs if you and yours were being attacked in a similar fashion? An impossible suggestion?
Hell, I've told you over and over again what to look out for, so you’ve no excuse.. When push comes to shove, there's always your faithful hound to watch for signs of an uninvited guest…
If you keep your animals indoors overnight and they’ve begun behaving oddly, consider that you may just have a visitor fumbling with the frequencies in your home…
I'm as sure as a Tard can be, that repeated exposure to certain frequencies does lasting damage to canine’s (never mind humans) hearing, for I've seen for myself that young Sophie is totally unaffected by certain sounds, that should in fact have her on full alert… *yawns…
LATER at 7.05am..
You’ve all got your opinions about me, right? Bitter Old Bitch still heads the top of the poll? And you're the Bright Bunch? *falls over….
Chances are, in fact, that you'll not come across a more misguidedly optimistic Twit in your entire life… I'm a sucker for a happy ending FFS… Therefore, against overwhelming odds, and an ongoing battering that’s lasted over 10 years, one way or another, back I stagger repeatedly in the hopes that THIS time it will be different… *chokes with mirth…
You happily lay my behaviour at Stupid's Door do you not, and I suppose to a certain extent you'd be right….
See, I tell myself that it's my incomprehensible and incoherently poor communication skills that have been to blame all along.. That one day, amongst all the gobbledygook I spout, someone will actually understand my words, and ride to our rescue…
So it is, that I'm bound to return and repeat myself over and over again, making minor changes to the same old words, in the hopes that with a word placed just so, it's meaning will miraculously become clear to you… *grins…
This is the reason (on this beautifully sunny day here in the Zone), that I prefer to believe, keeps you sitting on your hands, while you regard me with continued contempt…
A language barrier is all it is… Not the realisation that were you to step out of line right now, it could prove detrimental to both your health and your career… *coughs politely…
Let's hop back to Real Time for a sec…
The Foreman Road representative rang yesterday to say a new illegal electricity connection was made at the bottom of Loon Road, there by the cemetary.. We've had a spate of shackdwellers and their kids dying as a result of these dodgy connections…
Aziz? You want to get your old man to have this sorted out TODAY, if it's not been done yet? Forget about waiting for Nayager’s permission for once, and do the necessary, to avoid more innocents being cooked…
Your dad's had the water leak at the Settlement sorted out yet?
Judging from the excavations being done outside your home, I'm guessing when the elections come round, there's a good chance your old man will be a shoo-in…. *eyeroll…
Let's see if I can do better than the decorative Chief Whip, when it comes to goading him into fixing these problems in the Community, or whether your papa's hands are as tied as I suspect they are…*waits..
The wind is picking up quickly on this fantabulously beautiful day, and I confess to wondering just what Major General/General/Brigadier/Colonel Johan Booysen is up to right now? Another boring day trapped in the Courts? Any chance you can put a subordinate onto sniffing around the Flame Lily Board of Trustees as requested? Something smells truly rotten over that way, and I guess it deserves your attention?
Anything I can do to help, you only have to ask.. I'd be the first to concede that I'm a simpleton, but an honest one… A commodity that isn't that easy to find in this marvellous New Age of Prevarication and Subterfuge…. Didn’t it drive you nearly nuts with frustration, when Dramat told you to back away from the Sexual Offender, Nayager? All that bloody hard work, and in the end a common Druglord's wishes carried more weight than a Hawks? Saying here, that I see you and Loggenberg as genuinely Good Cops, will have you both transferred to outer Mongolia in a flash, so I won't…*winks..
Instead I'll remind you that you could share some of your work load by re-deploying the Retiree, Johan Stolz… Another who considers me worthless, but who would prove a huge asset to your Team, whichever side you work for… Age is truly but a number, and if you haven't already persuaded him to get off his butt, it's your loss… Oh ja – and there's another potential candidate living right up near to Dodge City as well.. You're aware of this? Nog n good guy, this one tucked into Collingwood, that could prove a bonus.. Just saying, is all…
I talk too much? Really? Apart from sitting back and allowing the DickHead next door to continue thumping me about the head repeatedly, what bench-mark do you give me to follow? Fark all, dewd… *sighs…
LATER at 11.00am..
I've just been down and had the eight stitches yanked out of my hip and confirmed that Millie 2 was indeed cancerous to the core… *shrugs… One down, and the rest stir themselves for a continued steady onslaught…
I pulled up on the verge when I got back home, and was walking down to my gates to open them, when Barnabas' ex-Mistress, the fair Carol, pulled up next to me…
You wouldn’t have a clue how happy I was that she bothered to stop, after all the times she's averted her face and driven by..
Does she finally get it, after all these years, or does she still consider me a two-faced bitch? Beautiful creature that she is, I'm guessing the road she travels has nearly as many potholes as mine, despite the advantages she must enjoy..
I bear her no animosity at all.. Why would I? They're all Players in this theatrical production that’s set on a scale not been seen before…
Some are vomit-inducing, while many just give me cause to smile… Go figure..
Peace..
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Monday 15th November 2010 at 2.24pm.
