DANCING WITH THE STARS..
(begun Tuesday 5th April at 8.10am..)


'It's going to cast a bad light on this country's intelligence world'.  So said a highly-placed police officer on the investigation of Spy-boss Mduli.. See www.timeslive.co.za April 5th, Spy Boss accused of Waging Witch-Hunt... No shit?
More smoke and mirrors, in this long-running production of Set a Thief to Catch a Thief.. *gags... Unauthorised surveillance, and unauthorised cellphone bugging, unnerved them? *falls over laughing....
Man, if Mduli had been privy to the well-kept secret, and cherry on top of this awesome technology, the three amigos would've had their homes bugged for sound as well, so get over it guys, you're just small-fry...

Receiving counselling?  Fark - that's more than I can ever expect to be given, ain't that right, Mistuh Secret Service Agent?  *studies the Cowardly Specimen next door...  Sounding somewhat bitter today, am I? Maybe I'm losing patience with the almost inaudible whispers of wait, wait...
By the time you get round to dealing with the REAL criminals down here in the Zone, the GW and I are likely to be krom permanently, and crippled by our Area Controller's continued concentrated attentions..

The bit that really gets me, is Balliram's undoubted insistence that he's pulled back, and your lame acceptance of his lies, when you know that nothing of the sort has happened... I'm still being subjected to weird and savage pain as the whim takes the Chicken King, our TV screen is still slammed off when it suits him, the cricket surveillance devices are as noisy as ever, my gmail account, used more often than not for CPF business, is as good as useless, and seldom loads properly, and our tap water continues to be contaminated regularly... *draws breath...

Skommere, Magabe and Rikhotso make the front effing page of the Times for enduring what, compared to us, is minor surveillance.. Where's the effing justice in that? *keels over choking at self...
Gimme a break guys - This has now become a farce.. I'M supposed to be the jester of the piece, and you're stealing my thunder!
Tellus this..  Are Cyril, Tokyo, and Trevor, along with good old Pravhin, now dancing with the DA stars, and Helen Zille?  Were they offered the option, as so many carefully selected ANC stalwarts have been, to join the Project Author's conga-line, now weaving out of the Opposition's offices, even as their own homes are being wired for sound?
Lawd-love-a-duck, but it's no wonder our Innes Road Whisperer spends so much time on the greens..
He's more than aware than most, of the back-stabbing, double-dealing, that goes with the Project's technology, and the option for the highest bidder to now gain access to privately held conversations...
Play it safe, and hold your Meetings at the eighteenth, hey Schabir?  *winks...

Stroppy? Moi?  When the GW now has to resort to taking snapshots of our electricity meter, in a vain attempt to circumvent the inevitable corruption that will come with the latest eye-popping increase? *vomits...
One has to at least commend Sutcliffe for fulfilling his part of the bargain, and turning the City into a cesspit of filthy greed and corruption...
Yep, the toothy one will feel nothing when he finally crams the last of the stolen rate-payer's loot into his Louis Vitton matching luggage, and heads off into the sunset, for Goa... *spews...
Were he to bother to click on the link I left for him (unlikely in the extreme), chances are he'd merely emit a derisive snort, before rushing back off to spout more lies at the next function...

The Mercenary Mac over at durbanite, is, I'm betting, more than aware that Sutcliffe works for the Project, and that he will be well-rewarded for his efforts, one way or another.... Obviously it's been deemed time for some serious hate-speech to strengthen the double-dealing City Manager's cover, in case his colleagues begin to suspect he's jumped ship...

Does Willie Hofmyer still view things in black and white, or has he learned that colour has nothing to do with a man's honesty and integrity?  Prove it..
Send for Colonel Augustine Mngomezulu and have him join your investigative unit, Wills, and I may just believe that you are indeed impartial... Then there's Colonel Des Marillier, who I was delighted to hear has since been transferred from Marianhill, to somewhat nearer home...
Geez Willie - you need cops you can trust, surely?  Then put these two where their skills can be properly utilised and they can again be proud to wear their uniform.. Let them go after the Sex-Offender and the Druglord for starters, or I shall begin to think you have no real intent in eradicating the Filth, but merely continue to go through the motions for the Project Authors... *winks.. I must go...

My kid left fifteen minutes ago, to head for home in the Midlands, despite more heavily-laden clouds on the horizon.. *sighs.. Sometimes I think I could be forgiven anything for producing those two miracles... It's unlikely they'll ever outgrow the insecurities they carry due to my poor parenting, but two nicer, more honest young people, you'd battle to find... I'm willing to bet they're both in Balliram's sights as well, and I'm certain that my kid's home in Rosetta was accessed while she was over in the UK, on Nayager's orders.. *vomits profusely...
I'm also certain that my sister's home in Lichfield receives more attention than it should, purely as an exercise to amuse my Controller's UK counterparts... You'll have to forgive that my gorge rises at the thought of this criminal behaviour, amusing any one of you...

When I'd headed back to my spam box earlier, it was to find Yogesh's latest reply had been deleted along with the rest... User Error after all?  I'd carefully left it unticked to read later, but gone it is... *sighs...

LATER at 2.25pm

I've just been down under the avo tree to put bananas on top of the wall for the monkeys.. A foot or so before I reached the wall itself, I was hit with a huge stab of pain in my head.. I wandered about trying to create a repeat, but it didn't happen.. Odd...
And again - I find the gekko (sp) poo interesting... For I see now that my bedroom window-sill is festooned with their crap, while this room's sill is still pretty clear.. They like warmth do they not?  Why is my outside bedroom window-sill suddenly attracting them in such numbers?  I guess you know the answer to that already, as I've told you how the new lights on the orphanage caused me sudden pain when I drew the curtain back a week ago..
Can you begin to imagine the level of power this piggish Area Controller hits us with overnight?  Protected and feted by a convicted Sex-Offender, a Druglord, and I'd hazard an Arms Dealer, by now?  You need proof?  Ag, gaan maar kak julle.. Since when did you need proof FFS, when I'm about the only truly honest creature left in town? Bliksems... *mutters...

I called a resident earlier, to suggest he register at durbanite to post his problems on Ward 25.. He said he'd tried before but simply couldn't access the site.. *blinks...
He's not the first to say they had problems getting into durbanite, and thus had abandoned their attempts to join..
Tell me Leon - If we're ALL working together to eradicate the criminals, why is Balliram countenanced at all?   Why would his brief include corrupting access to a site such as yours, unless as I've said, he IS a criminal, employed by criminals? *interested...
My foul-mouthed counterpart, FlipDeezy, is treated with near reverence in efnet's #trivia channel.. Am I to conclude that it's admiration, or fear, that has you all remaining so quiet?

Does His Slimyness laugh, and say that I exaggerate his attacks?
My word, if I could swop places with you for long enough, you'd sing a different tune fosho... I cavort about laughing and grinning, simply because I'm doomed, and there's no point in crying about it.. *shrugs..
Has this habit of mine caused you to underestimate the savagery I report?  He will tell you he uses nowhere near the power I describe, and I will in turn remind you that he is an habitual Liar, backed and supported by a one-time successful Used Car Salesperson...

LATER at 4.45pm

I'd just gotten into the bath when the ceiling light flashed minutely, and the shriek in my ears intensified.. He wouldn't...
Apparently he would, and he continues to join me in the bathroom.. Nope, it's not imagination as ALL my fillings ached momentarily ..*yawns...
Zuleika was it?  I guess you can print out Tamara's invitation to the Breakfast Club anytime soon, for the Pervert is determined to continue humiliating her.. *sighs..
What possible explanation can he give her, for visiting this raddled old crone in her BATH, FFS?  There's no secret information to be gleaned from such an Operation, so why don't you tellus all, Balliram?  Come now, give us a valid reason for your seemingly perverted behaviour, and make it good, why don't you?
The laughter at your antics has become stiff and forced, or hadn't you notice?  You're demonstrating signs of someone who's clearly been exposed to too much of the medicine he's fond of dishing out so recklessly..

My gmail was disconnected at least once as I sat sending out the CPF Minutes earlier.. See, I don't particularly care if you find my laborious efforts irritating... If you've gate-crashed my system, you really should sit still and STFU.. Alternatively, I'll see your warrant, DEWD...?

Peace..

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Wednesday 6th April 2011 at 10.04am.