GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS..
(begun Monday 28th March at 6.30am..)
I doubt any of you have a clue how exhausting this all can be, for a toad of little brain... How thoughts land like bloody dragonflies, and flit away as swiftly as they came...
Visitors? What Visitors? Ancient Russian Space Junk re-entering the atmosphere? You don't say..*winks.. I'd read it over the weekend, and had lost it among all the other stuff in my head.. See The Independent on Saturday Front Page Mystery Durban UFO.
So I was wondering...
Any of you ever consider contacting MUFON Africa and offering your services? Some of you are clearly ideal for the job, or have they stopped hiring since Cynthia Hind died of cancer in the early 2000's? Try the Planetarium in Johannesburg if you can't get hold of MUFON, and volunteer your services to the UFO Research section.. If they were to say they already have a researcher in your area, insist on being given their contact details, or smell a rat...*grins..
It certainly wasn't Russian Space junk that I saw bowling along the Freeway at speed, one winter's morning in the nineties... Though of course it's now possible that that ball of light was in fact a form of highly advanced GPS, designed and created by the Russian scientists, and not Visitors after all.. Am I crushed? Give over julle - It's just as delightful to speculate on either possibility.. *grins...
You have to admit it's odd for Russia to be handing us gifts merely to assuage a guilty conscience, and it makes more sense that they're heavily involved in the technology side itself...
Get off your butt and call MUFON, and find out if they haven't already been judiciously disbanded, why don't you? Mrs. Hind had said they were always on the lookout for volunteers, and if they aren't, why ever not?
I'm betting those brilliant balls of light are being seen way more frequently across the country nowadays, but the reports won't always make it to the Press... I'm also betting that were you to offer your services, you'd hit a dead-end.. Wanna try? *winks... Russian Space Junk se GAT!!!! Either it's highly-advanced technology created by the Russian scientists to assist the Project, or it's Visitors... Jannie? *bellows...
Tuesday 29th March at 3.30am..
There's a crescent moon hanging high over the Convent, and with eerie timing, the pressure and shriek in my ears is suddenly increased..*grins and waves to the sorry Creature...
The silver-haired handyman was back yesterday, lugging his enormous toolbox.. Was the work he was doing down in Balliram's house, the reason why our telly screen went off just after 3pm, and again some time later?
After the second shut-down, I'd been just in time to see the gates closing next door, as someone left.. *curious.. It's way more likely to have been a simple gesture of spite, knowing our Charmer as well as I do...
Would I be correct in assuming the four blokes circling the Garden Services truck parked outside No. 17, just before 3pm yesterday, were the same four that set off the house-alarm, when they'd tried the front door at No. 16 last Friday? I'd been told they'd made their escape in a silver Merc., but yesterday I managed to get the details from the horse's mouth, and it turns out it was a fancy Navy Blue Merc, Reg. ZSR 881 GP, and maybe even an AMG.. *yawns...
I figure it was the same four hired mischief-makers that were seen showing great interest in the Garden Services vehicle parked outside No. 17.. A visitor to No. 18 had seen their obvious intent, and had sat on her horn until they took off, though I've yet to hear whether she noted the car they were driving..
Nasty little theatrical productions, currently on the increase here in the Zone...
She'd asked me later why I thought they were targeting our stretch of the road, so I told her, loud and clear on my monitored fixed-line.. *cackles... Nayager wishes to regain his seat of power at Sydenham Station, and is increasing organised crime across the Zone, in an effort to have the Community believe that the current Station Commander can't cope... *shrugs..
The worst hit area, according to the sketchy stats given at last night's CPF Meeting, would be (no surprises there), Reservoir Hills... *chokes...
The CPF Chairman for that area has temporarily broken the mold, and has mobilised the residents, with impressive results.. That's not how it's supposed to work though, is it Lazzie? In keeping with the desired climate of fear, fighting back is just not on, and right now a concentrated effort is being made to have those stroppy residents get back inside their homes, and take what's coming to them, without making a stand.. That's about right, hey Crumb? *grins..
Going through the motions, is what copshops countrywide have been ordered to do, to facilitate the installation of the invasive Project technology, and Sydenham SAPS are managing to fulfil the brief with ease...
How this will ultimately affect all the good cops manning the station, is anyone's guess... *sighs..
Are things set to change after the Local Government elections, or will they simply be used to create more confusion and terror, to continue softening the community into believing the surveillance technology is all that can save them?
It occurred to me finally, to wonder whether the residents who regularly run off so much water (and no, I don't mean the engineered and deliberate breaks in the water lines), are the ones that have the fibre running right into their homes? *interested..
Is Mistuh Owen Johnson, higher up the Crescent, the happy recipient of a fibre connection? Mr. Haffejee? The GateHouse? Is that the reason they specifically have to flush out their waterlines so frequently?
Fourteen years is all we have left, according the the CSIR in the Daily News, March 28th, Page 8, before the country runs dry... With the appalling and apparently vital wastage necessary for the cabling to be installed, I'd say that was an optimistic estimate, and I guess Sutcliffe would have to agree.. *spews...
All of this insight has unsettled me, and I feel strangely numb right now...
By some crazy stroke of fate I've managed to predict nearly everything that's happened and yet, up to this point, I'd always deluded myself that the Good hadn't yet heard my squeaks of outrage...
That tomorrow 's blog would miraculously come to the attention of someone with the clout to rescue us from these criminals.. *falls over laughing hysterically...
It's not for nothing I've earned my title as Village Idiot...
And ja, I know there are those out there that tentatively suggest to His Foulness that he temper his assaults.. The Broken Wrists and Burning Hands for instance, are fewer and farther between.. (So much for your arthritis theory, you Plonkers!) The waves of obvious heat that hit me directly, are no longer a regular occurrence, but I guess happen only when Mr. Grumpy wants to make his point.. Am I grateful for your intervention?
After last Saturday night's callous demonstration, it was re-affirmed that there are way more damaging frequencies than the Knives to the Wrist or Pinched Spine even... That after a spliff or three, our Area Controller will gaily continue to employ the Barbecued Head frequency with impunity....
When I tell you emphatically that I'm by no means the sole recipient of this gross behaviour, I guess you're well aware that it's the truth, but in the Greater Scheme of Things, who the hell cares? *yawns widely...
All doom and gloom? Nay Jawk...
Check out the Sunday Times on Page 6, Monkey Tricks, to see that Mark Shuttleworth is still helping people to achieve good things.. *beams..
Could we do something similar here in the valley? *looks at Manisha and knows the answer already...
Despite the publicity that copper theft is getting, you said you'd confiscated it from the guy burning it over under the gumtrees, and you'd left him to go about his business... When I asked, you'd said you didn't know what happened to the confiscated copper, and you certainly made no attempt to sic the cops onto the thief.. Oddness?
No. Standard behaviour, in this carefully engineered climate of lies and subterfuge, and I only hope you don't find that you too were conned, in the end.. *shrugs..
LATER at 9.10am..
The Mob continue to show off their manipulative skills, and again our daily delivery of the Times has been stopped..*blinks... On enquiring, our pleasant local delivery man Henry, said that he'd actually been giving us his copy, but that he still hasn't had the GW's name added back onto his list.. *winks..
The GW once again called the Durban enquiry number, and Jolene (waves) said that the computer error hasn't been rectified yet, though as I said, the subscription is paid up till July...
A small matter, and if it pleases the goondaboys to play games, so be it... *bored yawn....
It's the prettiest of days down this way.. I've dug most of the weeds out of our, for some reason, sodden verge (?), and cut back the fearsome garvies.. The BackFire frequency holds off for the moment, and I very nearly fell into the trap of saying all's right with the world... *roffels... Peace julle..
PS: It's now 10.18am and I went over to the Times website and clicked on Subscription Complaints, upon which the page crashed.... The GW assures me that this happens when he tries to contact the Times and it's because they don't support Firefox users but only IE.... *coughs... I frankly, find that hard to believe?
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Tuesday 29th March 2011 at 10.02am.
