September '77, Port Elizabeth weather fine,
it was business as usual, in police room six-one-nine...
The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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One wonders whether Dave's Peace and Reconciliation Torture Enquiry will catch on to these finer points of irony.
You mean the full and far-reaching cover-up, chaired by some other bent jurist, mr mongoose. Everyone knows, anyway, that when the spooks aren't planting bombs at home they are busy in gay liaisons with the Russians, or, as CallHimDave would say, putting their lives on the line for we useless citizens, far too busy tending to their arses to be torturing wogs, eh? Unless they're pretty ones.
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