SILVER HUTCHES..
(begun Tuesday 1st February at 4.pm)
How many amaTins could've been bought for the money thrown at me alone, over the past 5 or 6 years? That would include the salaries of the droogs up my streetlight pole, my fixed line pole in the valley, jumping over my walls in the dead of night, the bonuses given to my Landscape Artist, the Proxies that stand in for the Chop, in the event he’s otherwise engaged, and of course, the Chop himself?
A tidy sum no doubt, and so much more important than supplying a sturdy silver oven to those without decent shelter.. If you were to add the costs spent on my fellow Test-Dummies in this little corner of the Zone, you'd probably have enough for the beginnings of a whole new informal settlement, inhabited by a grateful, if cooked, section of the population…Somewhat skewed priorities, but hey, what do I know?
As I sit here at the desk scribbling this note, my Controller tentatively lights the BF, and I curse him mildly… I've confessed often enough to deliberately provoking the Knob, in order that he may reveal his true nature, and it's proven to be a highly successful ploy…
These days however, the shoe is firmly on the other foot… For it's now our Area Controller that goads me with the BF frequency, into sharing the finer details of the Information Theft Scheme here with you… *grins..
Wednesday 2nd February at 4.20am..
OK. The livers are cooking on the stove, and here I am. First the tentative nunu starts up outside, and not long after that, the hissing of his version of the microwave song…*eyeroll…
Strange how, from where I'm sitting here, you'd never know it was a Wireless song, until you went outside the back door into the courtyard, when you get to really appreciate it properly…. Only then, do you find it's on a par with the sound floating across the valley from the base-station..
About the giant reel of orange cabling that sat down by the stop street yesterday, in all it's glory? There's been no digging down there lately, so it's clearly going down into one of the existing manholes, and I'm betting it’s the water line on Jan Smuts.. There's absolutely no confusion about who it belongs to either, and HERE you can check the Muni logo, right next to Three Core’s name on their truck…
Would my Controller have you believe he's cut back on the use of the BF in our home?
And you seriously believe him?! *falls over…
Then ask him WTF he thought he was doing after 6pm last night, as I sat in my corner of the lounge watching telly? *snarls… Perfectly lined up to be attacked by any of the many delights he controls, he chose to employ the BF to amuse his sadistic sense of humour.. *vomits…
*It's now 4.40am, and the heatwave arrived, and is gradually subsiding again*
Now let him tell you what he was doing when I climbed onto Cloud 9 around 2pm yesterday, for a nap, and he attacked me almost as my head hit the pillow? A serious error of judgement on his part BTW, as I couldn’t have asked for clearer confirmation that my every move is monitored, and that I can indeed thwart him, simply by pulling the curtains as I now do with the one behind the sofa…*winks…
Will my Good Neighbour come to regret buying into the spiel his ‘friends’ sold him? *waves to Malcolm..At least one of his little family is spending way too much time in their home these days, and more often than not, their back door sits open…
Who is it that’s being exposed to the reckless amounts of EMR employed by our Mob-connected Area Controller? It's quite possible they will find themselves becoming ThinSkins before very long..*sighs…
Bricks and mortar do nothing to save you, and godschild’s home is in perfect LOS to take copious amounts of whathaveyou…
You’ve already forgotten little Penny’s ordeal, and her complete personality change, when she was working next door and lived in the little room under their garage? How she'd described her broken hands and earache to me? It's amazing how quickly you lot forget these things, when it suits you..*snorts..
Will our Area Controller take great care not to include whoever is spending so much time at No. 10, in his attacks? Like hell he will!! I’m guessing the first sign that he’s scored another hit will be the microwave buzzing in their ears (Something the Strategist has made a concerted effort to insist, is nothing to fear? *winks..)
Then come the odd cramps and broken wrists, or dead hands.. Earache and toothache are a certainty..
Head for the hills at a canter? Let me know if you find an inch of ground that Telkom or Eskom haven't got on their To-Do list, why don’t you?
You'd be better served standing your radiated ground, and exploring ways of lessening some of the more unpleasant side-effects of this New Age miracle, than attempting to do a runner.. *yawns..
LATER at 9.15am
I guess it was before 7am this morning that the Druglord’s Pet Cracker began flooding our home with the Nausea frequency, and at some point, he even included the Jaw Ache simultaneously, in his efforts to rattle me…
Are these two charmers near each other on the frequency spectrum, or was it just a stunning example of our Genius’ ability to multi-task? *spews…
It improved somewhat, after I'd taken the dog's food up to B.Snr at my gates, so it's probable that Secret Agent TurdHead had turned his attentions elsewhere by then…
The giant reel of orange cabling HERE at the stopstreet? B.Snr. tells me it was joined by a reel of yellow cabling at some point, and that he'd seen both colour cables being pushed into the waterline manhole yesterday..
He says they were feeding it uphill towards fair Carol’s home on Jan Smuts, and, fingers crossed, beyond that to the top of the hill, where I'm guessing it will be shovelled down past the Blind Home and Findlay Hall, to pop out at the Garbutt/Harris bus-stop? (Probably where the Three-Core truck was headed just after 8am this morning, as it sailed by up the Crescent..)
Reporting this back to the GW a while later, had him snorting in disbelief, and totally discounting B.Snr's eye-witness account..*falls over.. 'Our water wasn’t turned off, so they simply can't have been doing what B.Snr. said’ quoth my own dear Einstein.. *rolls about laughing… With a country populated by so many like-minded old toppies, how could the Corrupt fail to achieve their aims? *Edit at 6.13pm Friday 3rd Feb: You may join me in the next episode, as I stuff down copious amounts of crow in this regard...
*Interesting it is, to note that as I type the rough of this blog here in Word just after 10.am, a great deal of busyness has begun in the background… Something you're trying to remove, before I hit publish, my Lord?*
I've just called the Eastern Express tabloid, only to be told they're not on the web..*sighs.. Last week's edition (Jan 28th) was an eye-opener, and Ms. Valene Govender needs to be complimented on the content…
Page 6 has an insert called E on Watch which is basically a PR exercise for our own Dodge city, and right next to it on Page 7, you have the sad tale of how the residents of Crateford Court in Berea Road, had their electrical appliances destroyed last Wednesday 19th January, by an over-zealous Area Controller..
One of the tenants employed a private technician to inspect the damage, and the chap said that the power coming in from the Muni was running at 420 volts, as opposed to the standard 220 volts..*coughs..
Geez skydog? Any ideas who the Knob is, that they’ve employed to run that section? He certainly doesn’t sound to be qualified in anything other than mindless destruction..(sound familiar Bali?)
The tenants lost aircon units, computers, laptops, fridges and TVs amongst other items, and you KNOW it will be shrugged off by the PTB as just another Tough Titty incident, in the race to harness the country to the Grid…
Also on Page 7 we have a ‘damaged’ water pipe on Longcroft and the Phoenix Highway, left for TWO HOURS to fountain out water, before it was finally shut down. In retrospect, that would qualify as only a mini-runoff, compared to the vast amounts deliberately wasted here in the Crescent…
Has our Head of Intelligence managed to talk his way out of the damning wikileaks cable revelations, or are the Muslim leaders already well aware of his double-dealings? I have to smile at how each different Section involved, obviously feels they can outsmart the others..
The Chief of the OldBoys Network considers they can easily outplay the ShaikBoyz and the Guptas, while the Whisperers are confident they're tops in the grey matter department… En daar, doer innie verte, sits the USA Intelligence boys, scornfully underestimating both parties.. *roffels…
Have a grand day,
Peace..
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Wednesday 2nd February 2011 at 11.13am.
