LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN....

(begun Tuesday 12th January at 3.55am...)

It works sort of like a cattle prod I suppose.... Fat Sophie throws herself off my bed onto the floor, shaking her ears frantically, while I rub my fingers until the burning sensation disappears.... It's often our 'routine' in the early morning hours.... A comedy act like Abbott and Costello, though you've got to know we're not a duo, but a threesome, hey Bali? *belches....

Pretty much as soon as the Motherbody guys were seated I asked for the floor... My Chair hadn't arrived but no matter...
I said that the Good Superintendent had verified with HIS Superiors that One-Eyed Jack remained as Head of Sydenham Station due entirely to Mo Shaik... I added that der Kommissar's job was to oversee the Muni's Wireless/Broadband Networking System aka Big Brother...
I asked how one was Chosen to join this elite group and why my Chairman, myself and the Journo (who was present) were excluded....
Why some were victimised and others not. When I finally finished you could've heard a pin drop... *shrieks....

I speak more incoherently than I write, though you may find that hard to believe... And yet not one among all those seated asked me to explain what I was talking about. They knew, and were shocked into a stony silence...*cackles... I drew my courage from the martyred dog and watched to see who recovered first.... My VC or the Secretary? Both denied being a part of 'anything like that' ....
I had also added that I'd requested Superintendent Mngomezulu to attempt to find Barnabas' connection to Mo Shaik and der Kommissar, and asked whether, if this were proved to be true, they would feel comfortable...
I'd said the Scheme included their young adult children being tutored to hack into neighbouring PC's to improve the signal.. I said that while I understood the Big Brother concept was being adopted worldwide, I had issues with putting criminals in charge...*chortles...

A fairly fat speech for a gibbering idiot, but I did it... *Noddy badge....
I keep this monstrous Game interesting do I not Tweedledumb? Credit where it's due you Pervert, and I guarantee you Creeps suddenly sat up straighter as you eavesdropped from your Lair at Dodge City? *laughing...

der Kommissar finally crawled out from under his rock by the time our regular CPF Meeting was due to close, just before 8.00pm, and he walked into the little room to help himself to a chair...
Had he suddenly remembered that Director Mbhele had insisted that our Meetings could only be validated by the presence of a representative from the Station? You bet he had as he picked up the registry and signed hastily before adding his grovelling .2cents worth to a sceptical audience... *winks..
I in turn picked up my belongings and went outside to breath the cleaner air...

Does he wish me to report here to his Superiors that he'd carefully left his official vehicle up on the Hill, and had instead bummed a ride with Tiger? Do I consider the astonishing possibility that he's finally complying with his orders? Not a chance! *snorts...
He would've gone straight back to the Station to catch the conversations made outside the room and then retrieved his official car and most likely driven down to Sparks/Randles Road to park and watch the Dealers carry on their trade, as I'm told he often does....*spews...

Did I tell you he'd used his connections to have a piece published in both the Mercury and the Daily News yesterday? Both squealing innocence of the charges laid against him, while he declined to give any details... *grins..
The matter he was referring to so coyly was the one of attempted murder against the Good Superintendent Mngomezulu ... You remember?

Where a court order the day before had decreed that he hand in his Service Pistol and he'd simply signed out another the very next morning and sent for Augustine to come to his office..
When Augustine arrived, der Kommissar had gone ballistic and had then tried to draw his gun to attack his subordinate Officer, who overpowered him with one blow to the chops... *cheers...
You find this all boring? Fools!
You couldn't ask for clearer proof that the man is a disgrace to the uniform and has no business wearing it, let alone fronting the Info Theft Project for our Head of Intelligence, Mo Shaik..

Did Tweedledumb catch the conversations held outside after our Meeting? It's a given he got Tiger to floor it as he scuttled back to his eavesdropping post at the Station...
Did he hear the scathing remarks made about his character or did Supt. Singh and Salacious Crumb helpfully fill him in when he arrived puffing five minutes later?
Salacious Crumb - Ahhh.... an Intellectual who wears many hats.... I'm told he dons his 'I'm all for the return of old-fashioned values' trilby these days, as he tries to cozy up to the journo... *falls over laughing....
The same Officer who smugly saw to it that no attempt whatsoever was made to trace the sniper that shot M at Siripat Field in October 2008. That at the time simply said he hoped the pictures I was taking directly after the shooting were not for the Press? You're making notes here guys? *fingers crossed...

I'd make an incongruous Salome, and you wouldn't want to be around when that seventh veil hit the floor that's fosho... My platter would have to be huge... One that could accommodate all three cooked Heads.... *teeth.
You're confused as to the third sacrifice? Make no mistake, but that the sight of Colin Balliram's expression of surprise and dismay garnished with a few sprigs of parsley would amuse me no end...*choking...

As much as you've all condoned and applauded the attacks made on the innocents here in the Zone over the last years, do I request that you now fight tooth and nail for the removal of the scum that runs the Big Brother operation for your Head of Intelligence.
Let our Network Admin be relocated to assist Supt. Vusi Zakwe over at Kwa-Mashu Station? Let him introduce this Officer to the delights of eavesdropping on residents and sending them power surges to destroy their appliances... *grins..
Zakwe would assess mon Capitano's yellow streak within minutes and would hopefully usher him into the nearest cell, before he could cause any mischief down that end!

By this time many of you will consider I myself have lost the plot and am backing the wrong horse... I beg to differ... *sniffs...
The ShaikBoyz have shown me their preference for Druglords and Crooked cops and I would sooner throw myself at the feet of Police Commissioner Bheki Cele and Mamunye Ngobeni than continue making excuses for our current Head of Intelligence and the choices he's made....

May I guess from One-Eyed Jack's appearance at our CPF Meet last night that I was once again correct? That the over-used but effective stalling tactics have again been successful? *winks...
Commissioner Bheki Cele's picture now adorns my little banger's front window, just above my current licence disk, and I fly my colours from the mast publicly for all to see... *curtseys...
What would happen were der Komissar finally forced to obey the Law he so earnestly purports to uphold?
Would the Al Baraka Bank reclaim all the generous gifts they've spread amongst the Zone's institutions? Would the floodgates be deliberately opened and a crime wave hit the Zone..? What do you think? *winks...
Is it my imagination or was it one of the more fortunate moments in my life (and there have been many), when I found myself sharing a cigarette outside the Kennedy Rd. Community Hall with MEC Willies Mchunu's delightful Comms. Officer? Man, I can dream can't I? *cackles...

LATER at 11.05am...

I was chatting to my kid on a relatively interference-free landline earlier, when I remarked that I'd like to try for a job with Director Mbhele, or even assisting Supt. Augustine... The line went dead at once and I confess I laughed so much I had tears in my eyes....
Though Balliram didn't cut the line completely, the immediate interference is again proof that he is simply unable to control himself.. A dodgy trait for a 'Secret' Agent if I ever heard one... *roffels..

The red/maroon people carrier was here again this morning.. Though I noted his arrival HERE as usual, I now find his presence boring and am no longer outraged by the hour long deliberate waste of water... *shrugs

Wednesday 13th January at 2.50am..

I went to the loo just after 2.00am and then lay for a bit listening to Cola.. I adjusted my hearing till I no longer heard him and drifted off again as I tried my own experiment...
I created a picture of Pepsi in my head and posted it via Mindmail to Tamara as she lay, presumably dead to the world, next door.... *yawns...

The mind is indeed a powerful tool, and I guess I'll just hit Resend regularly and see what happens.. She probably won't remember a thing when she wakes, but I figure it'll be an interesting and ongoing experiment to conduct in the wee hours when Cola and I can't sleep..*teeth...
Shall I forward it to Khaled the Weak as well? I decided Missus C would do for the moment...*grins...
I stand a picture of the Sweeper applauding the Marathon runners next to a picture of Pepsi, to aid my efforts..*beams.. Creepy? Hell, no creepier than Colin Balliram's extravagant and obssessive behaviour over the years... No creepier than the mock suicide laid on for my benefit by the Rotten Apples AmDram Society, directed by the Failed Self-Removal Artist himself...*shrugs..

Predictably my iBurst signal sat at a miserable 50% strength as I browsed the Forums briefly last night, and I assume our Network Admin. is oblivious to how easily he himself is being manipulated...*chuckles... Sweet dreams Missus C! *waves.

Peace...

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Wednesday 13th January 2010 at 10.23am...

TAKEN FOR A RIDE....

(begun Sunday 10th January at 3.45pm....)

*I beg pardon for my tardiness... I was to have published this last night but was simply too knackered...*

Timing. As I walked into the kid's room I was met by the sight of a couple of Bali's Support Group walking down his drive.. They saw me and managed to look totally embarrassed... *grins...
Amazing how these bullies need reassurance when things don't go their own way... *snorts... No worries.. A couple of spliffs and the usual flattering lies and the Pervert will have recovered his equilibrium quite smartly....

I've had advice that there's to be a quickie CPF Motherbody Meeting ahead of our normal Meet tomorrow night... The GW didn't hesitate and said the Abuser/Attempted Murderer will probably come begging for another letter of support in the light of the renewed pressure to have him transferred/suspended...
If everyone pitches up how many yes votes would he get? Lemme think... How many already know that he's running so-called 'tests' for Mo Shaik? Probably just Dean and our own dear VC, but I can't be certain of that... Will she arrive and speak eloquently in his favour as per her agenda? Verily, their house of cards trembles in the breeze caused by my Agent Double-O-Turd.... *grins...

Her dedication to duty is frankly astonishing.. That a woman of her calibre can overlook his nauseating perversions completely, and even converse with him civilly, shows the depths of her commitment... *sighs.... Way back when Barnabas' then Mistress Carol Frankson (sp) was still engrossed with her spiteful game playing, she'd remarked that 'they' had connections right to the top in Government. It's taken me years to realise she meant Barnabas' old school chums the Shaikboyz! *cackles....

Small wonder then that her good-looking young drug-pedalling son sees himself as invincible.. He doesn't do that any more? Then pray tell, how he earns his keep? Ah - he pays others to run his warez and takes a fat cut.. Right... Stunning wheels Baron! *waves..
Was I to forget the part you so enjoyed playing simply because I found you pleasant and friendly? *cackles... Those were the days hey? *beams at the exotic beauty.....

You really should regard my blogging efforts as a huge and often disjointed puzzle. It's a given that it was heavily edited by my Network Controller for a long time, despite which, if you have the patience, you could sit down and fit it all neatly together...
I certainly don't feel any necessity to PROVE that the Druglord Barnabas is the connection between Mo Shaik and der Kommissar.. You know it and I know it...*shrugs...

Expanding your already lucrative business interests hey Earl? Buying and selling information now as well? No wonder you forked out the what? 10ks? Trevor said you owed him, without a murmur... *chokes... Sort of putting on your Sunday best before stepping up in the world? Clean up your record and start afresh in the Information Theft business? *laughing...

*It's my guess that Lord Chop next door began sending Cola's call sign just after 5.00pm.. The little dog had been settled up to that point and then suddenly became very agitated, so I put him back over the wall at 5.15pm despite my misgivings... *shrugs..*

Monday 11th January at 3.55am..

I've established that tonight's brief Motherbody Meet is ostensibly to discuss CPF Finances and not as I'd suspected, a platform for Tweedledumb to beg for further assistance... We shall see...

I asked him which of the many prisons in our country was considered the worst and he unhesitatingly replied Kokstad...
Bali and der Kommissar are bonded so tightly together that a single cell should be ample for the two of them, with maybe an inch to spare for Salacious Crumb? *winks...
I've always maintained that Jackie Selebi would hold out for megabucks to keep him silent on the Info Theft Project.
The same applies to a lesser extent to One-Eyed Jack.... As I see it, this threat has now fallen away... Whatever dirt the Abuser has managed to steal as he and Colin Balliram nudge and snigger their way into residents private homes to eavesdrop, is now worthless... The project and it's objectives are no longer a secret, which neatly removes these two criminal's safety net... *curtseys....

I guess we're going to need a little help here...
The water cuts and blackouts reported in other provinces are a clear indication of the Muni's Wireless/Broadband Network System's installation countrywide...
Whether each province uses a different means is obviously unknown to me...
If Karl Muller has so far been unsuccessful in tracking down the fabbulus Signal Enhancing lights I blog so dedicatedly, it's maybe time YOU stood up to be counted?

Were YOU persuaded to add a ridiculous number of extra lights to your property? Did the electrician insist on placing some really odd-looking lamps on your outer walls? How's about this baby HERE that decorates the east side of No. 18... Yikes!!
You think THIS is your standard type outdoor lighting stuck on the wall at St. Theresa's Senior Boys Hostel and HERE at St. Philomena's...?
I can't say I've ever seen one to match THIS chap either, stuck on my Good Neighbour's garage wall, though for all I know they're a dime a dozen... *puzzled...

I see word of the looming water crisis is now gaining momentum, no doubt as planned by the Project Authors back in the nineties....
Though I wrote of the repeated runoffs in Jan Hofmyer Road, I didn't show you THIS chaotic scene in Link Road, Westville, by Jimmy Bellowes Field, last Thursday.... That's some seriously impressive water wastage pouring down the road as the wekkers stand about idly... I spent about half an hour there at the Farmer's Market and the force of the water hadn't abated at all when I left....
It's time you asked yourselves why, when there's such a bad break (haha), the water isn't switched off immediately but allowed to continue running for hours... *winks and looks at McLeod Junior... Your old man was a pillar of honesty and someone the Public could trust dude... That fat payout from Sutcliffe for your 'special skills' should keep your lips zipped tight?

What fantastical tales have the Whisperers spun that have so many honest folk willingly buying into the Project? Have they resurrected die swart gevaar in a different guise? These 'Struggle Heroes' who have no qualms about giving such enormous power to Druglords and crooked Police Chiefs in the name of the Big Brother tests FFS? *coughs endlessly...
I've made excuses for them at every turn and fairly valid ones at that. Has it changed anything at all? Why, no....
St. Theresa's remains active as a base-station and Tweedledumb and his Monkeyboy Colin Balliram still practise their self-gratifying dark arts using the power willingly given them..*spits...

You want to ask the journo how much trouble he's experiencing with his computers right now? Problems with his house-alarm and flickering house lights? *chokes.... Never mind that he sees his calls are diverted... That an independent tech he called out diagnosed problems with his power supply? Doh.... *looks at the peurile Cracker....
Enjoy your status while you still can el Monstro, for I'm thinking there's a cell up in Kokstad with your name above the door..*teeth...
No proof? Bah! In this Brave New SA, who needs proof? *vomits... Detention without trial is as easy to arrange as it was in the Bad Old Days ...*looks at the Abahlali Kennedy road Five and sighs...
I doubt the other inmates at Kokstad prison would be impressed by your particular talents or those of your Boss either... *shudders...

LATER at 5.35am..

Did she make it or did she succumb to her injuries? That stupid old woman who stopped her car on the N2 by Toti sometime last week, in a misguided attempt to try and save a terrified dog that was dodging the traffic? Either way, in an ideal world the Metro cops would've at least attempted to trace the animal's owner and lay a charge of culpable homicide...
The Press were short on details... When did the tragedy happen? Any time AFTER 3.00pm Sunday 3rd January perhaps?
A big dog? A small dog? Brown, black or white? I'm told that an often used method of getting rid of an unwanted animal is dumping it on a road far from home and driving off swiftly before you're seen...
Look Man! My hands are clean! *sick.... It would've made a really interesting story for a decent investigative journo to follow up, but shit, it's just another micro-tragedy that passed unnoticed...*sighs..

A ruse to see how far I would go in revealing the Truth if pushed? Nope...
Way more likely another spur-of-the-moment goofed-out decision made to impress his equally zonked chommies, with no regard whatsoever for the consequences...
I'm betting there were a couple of quiet calls made, and the little dog was history one way or the other... Anything for the defence there BailMistress, or are you right out of ideas for the moment? *nauseous...

Peace...

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Tuesday 12th January 2010 at 12.09pm.