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Oudtshoorn. 15 December 2012. 07h45. No. I did not steal ORPA money as Graham Pelham cries.
The matter was raised in December 2011 as well, and I addressed it in January 2012. The letter is attached below.
Given the farcical way Pelham deals with facts – from opposing Adult World through opposing the Mosque to interfering in Principia to opposing the flight school – it is little wonder that there are questions about funds and contributions and the management thereof… by a Pelham in the Pelham residence and out of a small cash box with domestic IOU’s, in the early days, and to my expressed horror at the time.
The timing of this recurring obfuscation coincides with O!O – and me personally – moving from hero to zero with ORPA. O!O used to be the best thing since sliced bread when O!O provided every detail of municipal maladministration fuelling ORPA’s obsession with public acceptance.
On May 7 last year Ms Pelham still purred over my work on her new ORPA logo: “Oe maar jy is darm amazing met woorde“, bad spelling and all.
She should have paid the ORPA bills rather.
But when O!O realised the enormous benefits of an international flight school in town and publicly endorsed and promoted it, O!O became leprous. Because O!O did not serve the Pelham agenda.
What sorrow to me personally. What devastation and grief.
And about the socalled “ORPA Intelligence” – where was it when ORPA claimed the November 2010 resolution was a fake? Where was it when O!O exposed the Sokopo VAT Recovery outrage this week? Probably dreaming up new “facts” about AIFA.
Please Pelham, please take this pecuniary matter further. I can hardly wait for my well informed legal counsel to question certain members of the ORPA executive.
As the much reduced ORPA debt to my small consultancy was not attended to in January, for reasons best kept private between men Pelham, I now claim the full charge. The invoice is attached too.
No, really Pelham, believe you me, you don’t want to go there. It was during one of those periods of Pelham poriomania. And it goes to intimate domestic ties.
While the invoice is considered, Pelham should maybe also consider why an ORPA media invoice is still outstanding after more than a year. Especially as Pelham appears to be extremely concerned about my personal finances.
By the way, I have heard from an impeccable source that ORPA told the lawyer tasked to recoever the media debt that I am responsible!
Ye gods and faeries. It’s ORPA being sued…
Whereas I am strapped from time to time, Pelham is a man of substantial means: He claims to have abandoned US$100,000,000 just to get peace of mind. Apparently he pays, monthly by repatriated money which also helps Pravin of course, R3.8 million “in hard currency salaries, to Oudtshoorn, George and Mosselbay (sic)” residents – a high net worth dollar multi-millionaire some several times over – the kind of resident we poor Oudtshoorn sods should venerate. (Yes, that is one hundred million dollars – some substantial way towards one billion, a thousand million, rand.) Pelham pleionosis.
For the civic organisation, run by the spouse of such a man as Pelham, to be indebted to a local publication and a small boutique agency while the husband criticises another is, frankly, pretty… rich.
I am willing, able, and keen to meet each, every and all individuals convinced he, she, or they have a case against me in public court. Issue summons; I’ll be ready.
What I am not prepared to do is meet with people who consort with someone whose Brobdingnag imagination regularly manifests in voluminous bosh assuming a sophistry with which he ofttimes bores a captured audience of one, or two, to tears – with preposterous tarradiddles of global forces uniting against a village in the Klein Karoo: The moral decay of us bucolic bums through Adult World; the Muslim invasion through the mosque; the Chinese invasion through the flight school… Pelham pleniloquence.
André van Greuenen, one of the most upstanding men I have ever met and the bearer of two Paul Harris Awards among other accolades; Morné Jonker; Pine Pienaar; the Oudtshoorn Business Chamber; the Aero Club; Agri SA; AVIC; AIFA; TFASA… all at some time or the other “exposed” by the Pelham Intelligence; “knowingly complicit in unlawful conduct”.
The Pelham protervity. Ye gods and faeries.
Among the Pelham pack are bald faced racists and xenophobics issuing copious emails spitting hatred and prejudice to every man and his dog. Among the Pelham pack are people who openly declare that they are not interested in finding a solution to the “flight school problem”; they just want the flight school gone out of “their” town. Among the Pelham pack are people who telephone time after time after time after time at all hours to rant and rave about how their personal lives are complicated by the flight school. Among the Pelham pack are people who confront young flight school cadets in public places and accuse them of being part of “those people who fly over my house all the time”. Among the Pelham pack are people who reject birth control and oppose abortion – in the 2020’s! Among the Pelham pack are people who believe in absurdities such as “transubstantiation” and “assumption”. Google the concepts which may perhaps not be generally known. Among the Pelham pack are people who deny the flight school has substantial economic benefit for Oudtshoorn.
Take such people seriously!? Purleaze!
Now, Pelham and company, as one of my favourite story characters once told a couple of ancient renown: “Be fruitful and multiply.”
I guess I have this single worry: Who’ll get me? James Bond himself? Pelham seems a bit skraal. But then again, he’s probably a Ninja who once missed out on a heavyweight title fight because he had to save the world in central Africa – among other things such as being a sergeant and a colonel and a spy and…
R500. R500!? I’d like to know what’s happened to the other contributions that went into the little silver cash box. And did the IOU’s for household expenses, during that time of Poriomania, add up?
Minime! Non est! Ego fui! Semper ego! Ego facinus feci! Atque gaudeo me fecisse! Hahahae! Tantummodo iocabar.
No worries, my longsuffering readers, I suspect Pelham is also a classical scholar.
And herewith ends all exposure for the Pelham causes. It’s not as if they’ll pay for it. The best contributions on this piece will be published. A bottle of red for the best one.
Proctalgia – pain in the backside;
Poriomania – wanderlust;
Pleionosis – exaggeration of own importance;
Pleniloquence – plentitude of talking;
Protervity – petulance.