Tuesday, May 31, 2011

NO FOOL LIKE AN OLD FOOL....
(begun Tuesday 31st May at 3.20am...)

We do.  We live way beyond our means.  A fat chunk of the GW's dwindling pension goes up in smoke every month, and continues to coat the walls inside our home with sticky nicotine.. *gags...
Excuses?  I like the ritual (and probably the self-destructive aspect appeals as well, truth be told), and I certainly have the willpower to stop without all the fol-de-rol touted to assist the weak-willed..
Sure, it's a filthy habit, and will probably contribute to my messy end, but take your pick dudes, Millie and her many sisters, and the coffin nails, have most surely now been joined by a third candidate, in the form of my Controller's cunning box of frequency tricks..

The horrific damage done to me and my fellow labrat's cartilage, since 2005 is, I insist, nothing compared to the deadlier wavelengths he now has at his grubby fingertips... Ain't that right Rezah?  As an RF Engineer who once worked for Sentech, I'm betting you're regarded as a walking mine of information, never mind that you're over-qualified for a run-of-the-mill job...  May I bet there isn't a frequency whose properties you haven't studied?  That one could randomly pick any frequency on the spectrum, and you would be able to tell us whether it affected humans or animals, and how the resulting symptoms would manifest?  *applauds...
My Master and his Rotten Superiors would be falling over their own feet to court your services, though I of course, have no way of knowing whether you've succumbed to their advances, and can only guess.. *sad...

I had five minutes with Sue the Book at her gates yesterday, just as she was leaving.. Over the years she and I have stood in that same position to chat so often, that it was a no-brainer for Balliram to place one of his more vociferous alert giving, voice-enhancing nunus near to her postbox... *shrugs....
So, though Balliram's car wasn't visible on his driveway, you can rest assured that he was eavesdropping on our brief conversation from wherever he lurked... *eyeroll...
Was he surprised when she'd lifted her hand and pointed to her thumbjoint, saying it was crippling her, and she didnt know what to do?  *curious... (Are you asinine sceptics out there paying attention?)
Odds are that he's been enjoying her groans of pain for weeks, the sick Bastard... Moving on...

She tells me that the last of the noisy, disruptive illegal tenants living up in the Moth Cottage communal servant's quarters finally left yesterday, having been ejected by the equally dodgy Board of Trustees..  Among other things, the illegal tenants have now been blamed for the huge amount of water being used on that collective property, though of course it had been the legitimate tenants in the five cottages who'd been forced to cover the huge costs...

Anyway, things should settle down nicely now, as all the water lines up at the servant's quarters have been replaced, and there shouldn't be a problem...
But wait!   If you were to drive before sunup down the little feeder road on Jan Smuts, past Carol Frankson's now abandoned home at no. 734, would there still be evidence of a hefty and regular runoff between the empty house and the Moth Cottage, that up till now has been home to Sue's old mum?
I'm betting that's a yes.
But how can that be?  Neither Carol nor young Baron have been seen in the area for yonks, and therefore are not around to enjoy the delights of any FTTH they may have had installed using Metro Connect...
Unsurprisingly, Sue's eighty-something old lady is not an internet user, so why the copious runoffs?

Well now, up behind Carol and the old lady, perched on top of that little hill, we have one Sean Findlay at No. 738, who told me some years back, not longer after he'd moved in, that he had his own Security Company.  Pretty much a loner is our Mr. Findlay, and though in the early days I would invite him to attend our CPF Meetings, he never did...
With hindsight, I'd like to suggest that this gentleman is rather more than just a Security Company owner, and is well worthy of your interest, had you forgotten about him... *teeth....
While having Metro Connect's FTTH doesn't automatically qualify him for the Seriously Corrupt Team, it does make him rather more interesting....

The situation begs the question as to why Missus Frankson and her two adult children have moved away... Were they experiencing fallout as a result of their prime position?  Barnabas would have had Findlay thoroughly checked out when he showed an interest in Royce Love's old house, unless he was already aware of the nature of the man's real business?  *winks...
(If I'm to be labelled a yapping cur, you'll allow me to at least live up to my reputation?)
If you know the chap, you might tell him that our next CPF Meeting is due on Monday 6th June at 7pm, and he would be more than welcome to attend... If only, as so many have done before him, to come the once and gawp at the wrinkled and troublesome old crone.. *keels over cackling..

If he cared to, he could fill me in on what he really does, and whether he's affiliated in any way to the NIA and Mo Shaik's Boyz, or whether he's an independent operative....
Hey - It's your perogative to carry on buying the spin that I'm a crazy, imaginative old loon, and I'm betting that's still the line that our Jannie van Zyl pursues.... *beams... If you've half the brain you like to think you have, you'll have realised a long time ago, that the Zone is crawling with Agents and double-Agents, all bent on their own missions, but with one ultimate goal...

Get the Zone and it's inhabitants wired up to the Grid asap, and show the world that it can be done in half the time it took the UK?
Never mind the bloody casualties, as the Project steamrollers it's way across SA, leaving a trail of victims behind it.. Despite the peurile efforts to diminish what happened to Tracey-Lee Dorny and her young son, including the other residents at Craigavon, you're well aware that these innocent people fit the category I speak of, as much as we do... *vomits...
Once again I reiterate that even this Simpleton accepts the inevitability of a Big Brother-run country, and once again I say that  it's the employment of such savage criminals to operate the technology that sticks in my craw... *mutters...

It's time now to give Multi-Choice a bit of a well-earned write-up...
Are the people running the show down in Cape Town aware of the treatment meted out to their paying customers, by the appointed Area Controllers?  AFAIK the GW, pays for the most expensive package/bouquet, and despite all his threats to cut back, he hasn't done this.. In fact, you'd be hard put to find a couple of pensioners more reckless with their rapidly dwindling resources, than the two of us...
In my youth, spent at St. Dominic's convent in Greytown, we were occasionally allowed to go see a musical or a biblical epic, but otherwise the local cinema was out of bounds.. We hired the first TV I'd ever seen, when we lived and worked briefly in London in 1969.. Hau! Magic!
It wasn't until our eldest was walking, that we were able (in about 1976) to buy a second-hand black and white set of our own..
I can still remember going to the bloke's house to fetch it, and then the GW setting it up in our lounge, and the sheer thrill of the switch on... So maybe you'll understand why I don't bitch and moan about all the DSTV repeats, and insist that there's always something interesting to watch, if you take the time to look...

With the advent of Balliram's control of our powerlines, I've learned to avoid watching most series, which is a shame really... But what would be the point, when a much-waited-for episode will usually result in the screen being spitefully switched off, or, as in the early days, the sound corrupted?
Are the Multi-Choice BigWigs aware of what's being done to their appreciative and well-paying customers, or do they simply not give a damn?

I've given quite a bit of publicity to Mr. Ian Halliday's collusion with Jannie van Zyl and Telkom, and the acceptance by Halliday's company (our ISP) of the regular cheques paid by the GW for a service in reality, supplied and controlled by the Cracker next door.... Though MWeb would have you believe they no longer share a cozy bed with Telkom, that's bullshit, and you know it...
MNet and Multi-Choice are certainly aware of the Project, and if any of the guys from the old days are still around down in Cape Town, it's time to jog their collective memories...

Back when MWeb was our ISP and I mistakenly accused the young medical student shrooms and his buddy Zaphod (irc trivia) of hacking into our computer and causing mayhem and distruction?  Only for our Service Provider to discover that it was in fact the Cracker, Colin P Balliram, who had opened the gates to our PC and had invited every Tom, Dick and Harry to visit?
How my own pig-headed stupidity had subsequently led to us being handed over to the GuptaBoyz and Sahara to monitor as if we were terrorists?  (Something that the GW is unaware of, to this day....)

Water under the bridge dudes... Nonetheless, I would appeal now to the Fatcats at MWEb/MNet and MultiChoice to lean on this Not-so-Secret-Agent next door, despite his connections to the most Highly Placed Corrupt in the land, and to insist that he leave our paid for DSTV Service and our television alone, to function as they should... *snarls...
I can't in good faith, continue to promote your service as long as you allow this sorry state of affairs to be endured by a loyal paying customer... *snorts at the temerity...

Naspers plays a vital role in the harnessing of the Nation, and it's time you brought your weight to bear on the Crooks that have been employed to supposedly monitor the unwary public... The GW pays heavily to enjoy your DSTV service, and it's being corrupted deliberately by the same DickHead that caused all that fuss years ago, at the MWeb offices.... If there are any heavyweights down there with a vestige of scruples remaining, how's about you flex your muscles, and fix the problem for us?   Peace..

Tuesday 31st May 2011 at 3.26pm.