Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Fishy business...
(begun Tuesday 19th November at 6.25am..)


Jissie, Janneman!  S'blief se vir my that was a clone that I stumbled across yesterday on the Twitter, Facebook Melissa Bachman thread at mybroadband?  Someone stole your nick and posted, using your name?  I find it hard to believe that Telkom's finest roving strategist (currently with vodacom) would deliberately confirm the misogynist title I'd bestowed on him some years back, once he'd flame-cooked the conifers bordering Tracey-Lee Dorny's property in Craigavon, and had taken to denigrating her at every opportunity on the mybroadband forums..
But there it is folks, as a jannievanzyl suggests the forum members check out the post he'd made on one of the early pictures of Missus Bachman and her trophy...
It's the use of the word 'poes' that's the giveaway Mr. v.Z... While she's probably all of that and more, for one of your stature (however judiciously diminished), it shrieks of a lack of respect for all women, and not just that stupid cow and her rifle...

Having fun up your way with the remarkable Fiddler's frequency?  Any successes?  Any of your equally aged and unsuspecting targets up there reacting as I do to those sometimes delightful, but more often than not, painful attentions?  If you were to arrange for an empty Rohypnol container to be dropped where they couldn't miss finding it, would those victims appreciate the relevance as I did?  Not your idea, but a nice little creative touch from your protege Agent Balliram, who would've had one of his obedient monkeys dump it by our gates?
The scramble to have your beloved Cracker moved from the full glare of the spotlight is noteworthy indeed, and although as I scribble here at the desk, my fillings have begun to take strain from Balliram's newly adjusted aircon unit HERE, there has been a remarkable improvement to the daylight hour assaults carried out in ours...
A change in orders that certainly doesn't apply to the Graveyard Shift, and the hugely increased attacks carried out in the wee hours by the frustrated and bitter Balliram and his adoring sickophants...

Wednesday 20th November at 4.05am..

How many of the Recruits on this stretch are already up and on the network by 2.30am?  Is the Telkom wireless-box Warbler some sort of wake-up call, as it works it's noisy way down to the box at No. 2, and way back up to No. 20?  Are either of the DRC tenants at Kasim's obliged to activate their laptops or smart phones and join the rest of the squad for a tutoring session at that ungodly hour?
Or is it just one or two chosen Shift Monitors who use those boxes to enhance their visits to each and every home on this route in the dead of night?

At what point had Agent Balliram been told to admit to his troops that ja, their homes were also accessed and monitored?  Around about the same time that so many of my neighbours began to take an interest in their weight, and joined a nearby gym?  Up to that point the Suckers had thought it was just the occupants of the Learning Centres being monitored, and that they were exempt?  Hahaha...
How many of you were around when I'd first begun gibbering here on blogger?  Do you remember how the Telkom Strategist and his fine protege had made a great show of denying my claims that they were both heavily linked to the criminal fraternity?
How long did it take for van Zyl to finally admit that a refurbished Druglord was indeed in charge of Promotions & Marketing the Smart City surveillance technology here in Sherwood and Sydenham and that the Durban chapter of the Sleepy Hollow-based Curry Mafia were also deeply involved?

And how many of their other vehement denials have they since been forced to concede are true?  Would they care to now admit that a large chunk of the National Lotto takings are set aside for Project installations, such as St. Theresa's Convent, and more recently, the Papwa Sewgolum golf course?  That practically all of the ratepayer's hard-earned contributions are being ploughed into a massive operation designed to remove the population's right to privacy and good health forever?
Had you so much as heard a whisper of pitbull fighting syndicates existing in this country, as little as a year ago?  I'd be the first to admit that I've sometimes been shaky on the details, and have gotten things wrong often enough.. On the big stuff however, I figure I've consistently hit the jackpot...

When I say that the ever-increasing number of missing/stolen dogs and the pitbull fighting rings are simply another facet of mischief created by the Project Authors in their drive to have the population knuckle under, you have to realise it's the truth...
Where did that foul idea originate?  From one of Jannie van Zyl's fellow-strategists, who'd casually remarked at the number of sloppy pet-owners out on Facebook?  Or from someone a little lower down the ranks, like our own Expert in the Field, Collin P. Balliram?  A chap who'd casually nuked his own dog to death in the dead of night, rather than allow me to take it to the vet, in an attempt to save it...?
You've seen Nobby's agonised death grimace, and yet you're still prepared to overlook your Tutor's actions, and blindly follow his orders?

You're grinning out there as you read this, Jannie?   Was it in fact you and Balliram that had collaborated on the idea of pitbull fighting, and having local animals released or stolen from their properties, before you presented the plan to the Authors for their approval?  Come now, Mistuh van Zyl!   Don't give me that the mere suggestion is preposterous, and that you yourself have several animals who are like family, and the idea of deliberate cruelty towards any animals sickens you...   Your attitude towards women is out there for all to see, and you can rest assured your own Superiors have footage of YOUR reactions as you watch your Minions employ the virtual rape frequency on their unfortunate targets...
Have you subsequently learned to keep a dead-pan expression on your face, and to keep your hands where they can be seen during those sessions, or did the awful truth only hit you sometime later?  Not long in fact, before you  had embarked on your own serious weight loss?  When the realisation that you yourself were being captured for posterity on the monitoring devices, did you panic before hastily signing up at your local gym?

The cruelty and indignities inflicted on this unfortunate band of labrats here in Harris Crescent have fed your warped appetite for years, and will continue to do so...  Allowing No. 5, 33, and 17 to become fully integrated to the Project at this late stage is mere cosmetic surgery that's been applied way too late, and you'd do well to remember your own protege's mantra that NO-ONE is the boss of him...
Care to enquire just who was on the Graveyard Shift in ours yesterday morning at 2.30am?  Who it had been that had persistently driven a red-hot poker into my cancer at 2.50am to make some sort of point?
Who was it that had for an hour, seen fit to intermittently apply their cattle prod to my back, before they finally grew bored and left me in relative peace at around 4am?  Not interested, Janneman?  You've already learned that it's unlikely you'd get the truth from your own protege?
It could've been any one of Agent Balliram's devoted fanbois for all you care?  It could even have been a newbie out there, being encouraged to use violence for whatever reason... You really should pay more attention Mr. van Zyl, as your name, and that of your position as a vodacom strategist, are now synonymous with the ongoing mischief carried out by your own Agent Balliram...

LATER at 7.14am

Good Captain Soobrathi had appeared quite bemused at Monday night's CPF Meeting when I'd insisted there was fishy business going on at No. 11... He said they'd checked them out and that the night guard's name was Justice, and the Security company was Izikhathi, and that only the uniformed guard should be on the premises at night..
Our Freddie at No. 12 had his place turned over after 8am on a Sunday morning, so natch, I'm way more interested in the number of civilians strolling around that yard during the day, than who camps there overnight...
True to form, the very next morning when I'd bobbed up the top unexpectedly at 9.15am, it was a minute later that I'd turned to see the amiable would-be spade borrower posing at No. 11's garage door.. The chap was dressed in his smart clothes, not working gear, and he was studying his phone self-consciously, and hadn't looked up... Had he just taken a quick call from the Chief Mischief Maker who was in residence at the ChickenCoop?  Was he told to nip out there and to pose for my benefit? Guaranteed...
Does he in fact belong to the Rotten Apples up at Sydenham Station, and he's been installed at that cottage to be called on if need be?  When I'd suggested he resembled a plain clothes cop, was I in fact fairly near the mark?  There's been no sign of the chap since then, and certainly no work is being done to shore up that teetering bank of earth HERE...

Who's next to bear the brunt of my Controller's mischief creating endeavours on this little stretch?  Did Agent Balliram seriously think that by having his own colleague's home broken into, it would prove somehow that the monitoring devices in the streetlight cowlings don't exist, or aren't active?  Better luck next time, Psychoboy...
Peace..

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Wednesday 20th November 2013 at 8.34am.