Thursday, December 08, 2011

THE PARTY ANIMAL...
(begun Wednesday 7th December at 4.30pm..)


That youngster is no more genuine ANC than I am MFP, or DA for that matter.. He's a part of the THP (Trojan Horse Party) who kid themselves they're going to get rid of the Corrupt by working from within the Party, using the Surveillance technology to expose the rot...
A pleasant enough young man, who genuinely thinks Barnabas is going to look out for him and help him get ahead politically..*roffels...
He's had a whiff of the power the Druglord wields, and it's quite gone to his head, poor Chop... Interesting to see the parent muttering in the background with Everton Road, and I confess I wondered fleetingly whether he was to be next on the list of conquests...*nudge...
When he's quite finished playing these dodgy games, did he even note that his FIL was enduring the Burning Hands symptoms, or did he foolishly shrug that off and tell himself it was unrelated to the Project?  Unbelievable.. *eyeroll..

So anyways, I told you that the power finally came back on at 11pm last night... It went off again at 7.50am today, and was only restored at 4.15pm.. This little neck of the woods is bursting at the seams with pensioners, and they're taking strain and bleating like sheep headed for the slaughter... Which of course, they pretty much are, hey Al? *winks.. I'm off to see if I can squeeze an inch of hot water from the tap for a bath.. BBL...

Thursday 8th December at 4.50am

I recall getting up for a loo call in the early hours, and feeling like I'd been run over by a bus.. A few hours later and I seem fine... Why would the Creep not hammer away at me while I'm snoring?  Can you think of one good reason why he'd hold back while I slept?  Which brings me to the GW's latest visit to the doctor, this time for his painful calf... Turns out Sheldon sent him for a scan in case it was a DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) and it came back clear, which left the doc once again baffled.. He couldn't even prescribe anything either, as the GW is already on the strongest anti-inflammatories he can get, for his shoulder, and he's been chugging those back for over a month already...*blinks..

Standard old people's ailments?  You think?  Bullshit.  We have here an almost text-book repeat of both the attacks on my elbow and my wrist, and if the Sadist continues along this path I guess my SO will, like my Michan Road friend, end up in hospital... *vomits...
For what?!  If our Area Controller has grown tired of my blogging and now finds it offensive, he need only say so, and I will keep my scribbles to myself, giving him the freedom to finish us both off as cruelly as he pleases, without any fear of being caught...
What on earth keeps him from going that route?  Judgement by his online peers? Crap!  It's not held him back from the attacks he makes on the occupants of No. 4 and 5, and you're all aware of the success he's achieved on those unfortunate suckers...*spews....  Is it something really simple that keeps him from shutting me down permanently?  The fear of obscurity?  Of fading back into the woodwork and becoming just another crooked Area Controller with no particular claim to fame?  One of dozens who try to outdo each other with this savage entertainment they feel they're entitled to?

Does the only reputation he has left, now depend upon my continuing to report on his so-called successful attacks on our physical well-being?  It would certainly appear so... *snorts..
Are there others out there yet?  Surely by now blogs have begun to spring up, written by labrats like myself, who describe exactly what tortures they're going through, with no hope of escape? Not?
And that's the single factor that stays our Owner's filthy hands?  Leave my old man out of it, you disgusting goonda Creep, or you may find yourself just another ageing Cracker overtaken by 12 year-olds..

If the GameWrecker were to take a turn for the worse, and I were to fall uncharacteristically silent, you will all know the reason for this, and though you dare not speak out, you are more than free to regard Collin P. Balliram with the contempt he so richly deserves... *shrugs...
To any of you unfortunate enough to have drawn the attention of these seriously disturbed recruits, and who are waking up in the wee hours to experience all sorts of weird aches and pains?  May I recommend that you unplug your TV (and with it, your satellite dish), when you're not watching, and switch if off at the jackpoint?

Whether the DSTV or Top TV satellite dish allows the Controllers greater ability to attack you physically is a wild guess on my part, but merely switching off the set won't do... You must pull the plug and switch off at the jackpoint or you're wasting your time...Something I clearly should have done last night..  Simply another figment of a deluded imagination?  I figure that depends on whether you're unlucky enough to have been targeted, in which case, hey, it's worth a shot...
While it sure won't keep the nastier wireless frequencies from flooding your home,  it may well water down the worst of the attacks that result in infections and the like.. Godforbid you're ever in a position to test this theory, but if by some miracle it blunts the teeth of the more murderous among the Controllers, then it's well worth doing...

LATER at 2.05pm

Back from our outing to find a strange vehicle on the Controller's driveway and wekkers lugging a ladder about.. More alterations and additions to the weapons festooning his walls? *eyeroll...*Edit later: Yep, a wekker up the ladder banging away at the aircon unit right outside where I sit to write in the early hours...
Does Spence say he's had a word with Balliram regarding the old hag's accusations, and that our Area Controller is in the clear?  *chokes... Alas, our Al is in this filth up to his eyeballs, and neither his word nor that of the Druglord's IT Monkey are worth diddly-squat....

I was taking the chain off the gates after 6am this morning, when two passing droogs stopped to look at something lying in the road, before giving it a cursory kick.. It was a fruit bat and still alive, so I asked them to push it gently onto my verge, and went off to fetch a brown paper carrier bag... I got him in with little fuss and later, once the GW had picked me up we headed over to Yellowood Park intending to leave the bat at CROW.
As we've not been there for years, we managed to get lost and ended up at a small and unremarkable shopping centre in Woodlands... Up to that point I'd been 100% fine, but there were several active lights in the parking lot and the GW tried to use his phone and said he'd lost the signal.. Odd in the extreme...
My right hip suddenly screeched, and from then on it was all systems downhill, was it not Balliram? Whatever miniscule enhancer/booster that's been fitted in the Polo kicked in, and made the rest of the trip fairly unpleasant to say the least...

I was pretty much crippled by the time we reached CROW and handed them the fruitbat.. I had to write down what had happened to the apparently unmarked beastie, so I put that he'd probably flown into a rogue wireless frequency and his radar had gone on the blink, causing him to hit a passing car.. Probably not too far off the mark at all... He seemed chipper enough when the youngster lifted him out of the carrier bag, so maybe he'll survive to fly again.. *shrugs..

Check out this morning's Mercury, Thursday 8th December, Front Page, SA to ban energy-guzzling light bulbs before 2016.  This while the COP17 conference is still underway, mind you...
'Difficult to guarantee the effective recycling of the CFL bulbs?"  You don't say?  In five years time I doubt you'll care much about the mercury content in the water table, as you fight for your own survival.. *yawns...
If you like to kid yourselves that the two of us hobbling along painfully this morning isn't due to anything other than the natural ageing process, you need your heads seen to ...

I'd climbed into the Polo on a Thursday back in March, without so much as a hint of what was to come, and by the time the GW dropped me off at home, my wrist and forearm had already swollen visibly... Deja vu? Feeling like a truck had run me over in the early hours this morning?  The preliminary work being done there Creep?
The pain in my hip that arrived unannounced in Woodlands this morning, came from the identical source, as the Creep flamboyantly bounced across the distance to activate the booster/enhancer hidden in the Polo and !blam!, I was nailed... Sweet.. .Probably an exercise that an IT friendly 12 year-old could achieve with the correct instructions, hey Rezah?  But let's not detract from the Pitiful Creature's moment of glory, shall we?

Sutcliffe's chommies have made the Press as well, as Missus Subban appears to have pissed off one too many of her colleagues, as has our Socialite, Logie Naidoo..*grins... All of them up to their ears in the corruption that is the Metro-Connect Wireless/Fibre over powerlines Project...
"I will be prepared to go to Court if the rights of an employee are being infringed upon" squeals the toothy little ex-City Manager in defence of his Jacquie... No chance you'd do the same thing for an honest rate-payer hey Mikey, you Crooked Weasel.... *spews...
There's no point in getting excited though, as that rotten house of cards is bolstered by those right at the top of this steaming pile, as in Mo Shaik, Michael Barnabas, and Telkom itself...
Peace..

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Thursday 8th December 2011 at 3.46pm