THE DRAINS ARE ALIVE...
(begun Wednesday 8th December at 11.20am..)
Is it standard practise for say, a jewellery store owner, to increase his Insurance cover over the Festive Season? I've been battling to get my head around just how the likes of our young frind Rajiv came to be so OWNED by the Mob…
It could well be that at some point the family business found itself in financial difficulties, and the Owner's son was approached by either his friend Balliram or Nayager..
They could've offered him an almost fail-safe method of clambering out of the dwang, using the Big Brother technology..
Go and up your insurance cover, claiming that heists are on the increase.. Set a date between you and make sure that the really good stuff is taken out of the display windows and off the shelves on that date… Nayager will arrange for an armed gang to arrive and scoop up what's left, and a huge payout (including the value of the hidden pieces) will result, with very little if anything, for a halfway decent Insurance Investigator to sink his teeth into..
The fee for this carefully engineered operation? Remarkably cheap.. The gang members will be pointed to a fence and allowed to keep the payout. Nayager? Man, the Sex Offender is having such a great time he'd do it for free, except that it might raise a few eyebrows.. His cash fee will be negligible.. It's in the fine print that you missed, that will hold the true cost of his labours on your behalf….
Every conversation and detail of the entire operation will be recorded and copied to your Leverage File for use if need be, by the Druglord or the Mob… There is now not a single aspect of your life that’s not wholly OWNED by the Underworld… *sighs…
Were Lance Lamborghini to assume that his daddy’s long-standing membership precludes him from having his own file, he should think again…
Where does Barnabas hide his personal data bank? The juicy and so-useful titbits that he creams off the top of the stolen information, before forwarding the rest on to his Superior, Mo Shaik? Bali’s garage? Baron’s spare room? Unlikely that it's kept on the Druglord's property at Randles Road, as he's far too sharp for that….It wouldn't as yet, take up much space at all.....
Figure it out and you could make your own small fortune, though you'd have to spend it while checking over your shoulder for the rest of your luxury filled days..*grins…
The Oldboys care less about the parallel blackmail projects being run by the criminals they’ve employed.. The object is, and always has been, to wire the country, by fair means or foul.. *eyeroll…
LATER at 8.45pm
Another online session with a remarkable lack of interference by our Network Admin this morning, as I updated my blog.. *applauds…
Tonight? Not so hot, with the signal quality veering between 40% and 80% and the net running at a snail's pace.. This, I must remind you, with the row of brilliant new lights all activated on the orphanage facing us… Whatever frequencies the Chop was trying out this evening, had young Spanky voicing his dismay up at No. 12, for what seemed like an hour or more.. Butch? Dead quiet….
Einstein runs his tinny and faint – what?- another transmitter/receiver, as I scribble here?
When did the Health Department decide to stop spraying parklands for mosquitos? They used to come in every year and spray the length of the storm water drain at the bottom of the valley… Another service quietly discontinued, as our rates rocket through the roof? Sutcliffe has done a lot for the City? He sure has… He's brought a thriving seaside town to it's knees, and crippled it's residents financially, in his ongoing efforts to please both the corrupt, and the Project Authors…
My Area Controller's answer to the great clouds of mosquitos that invade our homes at dusk? He's upgraded the aircon unit on the wall facing my kid's room and is doubtless now able to shut another window tight against these little bugger…*envious…
The thought that he could simply pick up his smartfone and dial a friendly mafiosi at City Health, and have the bush sprayed at the drop of a hat, has occurred to me, but that sort of gesture would be totally at odds with his seriously dodgy Agenda…*snorts…
So instead, the GW sits on the sofa, wielding his battery-operated killer racket, and from the endless sounds of snap, crackle and pop, his aim improves nightly..*grins…
Are there now cables running through the storm-water drain, causing it to flood excessively down there, after so much rain? Should we go on a collective hike to find out just why the mozzies are quite so prolific at the moment? *interested.. I guess there's always been a problem, or the Muni wouldn’t have sprayed so regularly.. I must also assume that the stoppage of this service goes hand in hand with the rest of the deliberate degeneration of the City and it's surrounds… Viva our corrupt City Manager! Viva!
Thursday 9th December at 4.10am..
The toppies and white-eyes have already begun their cheerful calls, as I sit down here to chat to you..
B.Snr. was telling me the other day, that the time had come for him to renew his driver's licence.. He'd dutifully headed across to the Rossburgh Testing grounds, where they'd failed him on his eye test.. He'd had no problems at all with the wall chart until he'd gotten to that miniscule row at the very bottom, and dropped the ball…
The Inspector had cheerfully said no problem.. Just trot across the road to the Seaview Mall and there's an optician there who'll test your eyes for R20…
He did just that, and noted that while he waited, a steady stream of customers were arriving from the Testing grounds…. All muttering angrily that there was nothing wrong with their eyesight, but for that last ridiculously tiny row of letters..
As a struggling Pensioner with no medical aid, B.Snr was aghast to find the specs the Optician insisted that he needed, would cost him R700.. He had no choice but to agree…. Going back to the licencing department he was told he needn't redo the test, as he’d seen the Optician, and his new licence would arrive in blah blah weeks…
Is it just my suspicious nature that has me smelling the stench of a lucrative and mutually beneficial racket going on over there?
How many eye tests are done during one day, and what percentage of those that fail, are directed across the road to visit that particular Optician?
I'd be astonished were the Inspectors of that particular division not receiving a nice little kick-back from the eye doctor, whose business they tout to their many ‘failures’..
Small potatoes Johann? *looks at the over-worked Hawk…
If Mr. Dramat is genuinely attempting to make a difference (sadly, on an extremely selective basis) he may care to allow one of the Team to poke around over there.. It shouldn’t take much time and effort to have the Optician's records infiltrated to get an idea of just how much business is being directed his way from the Rossburgh Testing Grounds.. Hey, if he's paying his VAT and it's all above board, then I'll back off, though I'd be surprised to find B.Snr really needed those spectacles for driving at all..*snorts…
Frankly, it sounds like just another brilliant scam to milk the already embattled consumer…
Bali is being surprisingly cautious this morning.. Apart from a bit of pressure, and the familiar high pitched frequency in my ears, he withholds his nasties for the moment, and the Backfire and Broken Wrist remain inactive…
Alas, treating me with any form of enforced caution is guaranteed to have him increasing the debilitating frequencies in other homes nearby.. Homes where the unfortunate occupants have no way of sharing their horrific experiences with you….
To pretend that this isn't happening would be a gigantic FAIL..
This bizarrely twisted Cracker, deemed such a prize by the Project Authors, needs to feed his perversions on a regular basis… Just one little groan of dismay as he ups the joint-crushing frequency, goes a long way to keeping him happy, you can bet on it… *spews….
Will YOU be staggering off to your GP tomorrow? Next week? To be told by your baffled medical practitioner that you may have to see a surgeon for a knee-replacement, or an operation to fix the Carpal tunnel syndrome he THINKS may be the cause of the agony you now suffer in your wrists and hands?
Will you become an expendible statistic in this callous horror-show that’s being sold as the answer to the world's ills?
Fark knows! Meanwhile, be happy and don’t forget to smile at strangers…
LATER at 7.30am..
The GW switched on the telly earlier and got the noisy snowing screen (yep, that’s been back now for a while). Simultaneously, my Area Controller's alarm began shrieking…*falls on over.. Casually hitting the wrong keys there Bali?
Does he insist that the steadily declining quality of our internet connection (at least when he’s in residence) is due to a sudden overload of the Network?
Despite the massive upgrade in enhancers? The one has nothing to do with the other? Whatever…*stews…
You KNOW we deserve better, under the flaming circumstances..*spits….
LATER at 4.30pm
The telly screen was smacked off sometime after 2.45pm… Charming… You can't make up your mind which item to pick off first Baliram? No problems at all updating this blog, up to this point.... Two minutes ago he arrived in my system with a thump....*shrugs.....
Peace..
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Thursday 9th December 2010 at 4.49pm.
