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Some of you may have noticed that the duplication of the site to stapletonian.chromatique.com has gone quite smoothly. You see, that’s the problem with modern technology: when things work as planned – well, then there is little to write home about. The electricity has done everything for you; there is very little to have a party about. However, if things do not go according to the carefully made plans – then you have a total bum time.

Just imagine, everyday you get into your car, it speaks to you, the air-conditioner goes woosh, the little amber, yellow and green lights twinkle, the car starts without a grump, and the electric gate opens without a hitch. Except for perhaps the first orgasmic time, you don’t phone your partner and arrange for a party because this has all happened – no, it’s just not a big deal.

However, one day you move your key over the door, and … nothing happens. A relatively civil expression is “now you are totally stuffed” – none of the other goodies manifest in your reality because one the errant electron did a “patrick” on you. Let’s coin a new word and call an incident like this a stapletonian phenomenon: all is well while the juice flows, but when there is a kink in the hose, we begin to dribble – in fact it all turns into shit.

But that is not the purpose of this posting. Firstly, I wanted to test drive the facility to post to two blogs at the same time from my lap-top. If it works - you will have noticed. If not, we’ll just put it down to the stapletonian phenomenon.

Secondly, and this is rather interesting. I think, yesterday I inadvertently opened a portal to another dimension. As an anonymous comment was posted by “faisombud”. I moderated it and published, but here it is for you to look at again:

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Old Fish becomes smelly...":

The Office of the Ombud for To Edwafin investors contact this office for results: Financial Services Providers (‘FAIS Ombud’) was established by the Financial Advisory and Intermediary Services Act, 37 of 2002 (‘FAIS Act’). The FAIS Ombud’s role is to resolve disputes between financial services providers and their clients in a procedurally fair, informal, economical and expeditious manner. The FAIS Ombud‘s jurisdiction is limited to violations which occurred on or after 30 September 2004 and to claims not exceeding R800 000.00.

Telephone: +27 12 470 9080

Facsimile: +27 12 348 3447

E-mail Address: info@faisombud.co.za

Website: www.faisombud.co.za

I must admit, the first sentence, seems totally off-planet to me, but the rest, beyond the colon seems like a scripted advertisement. I do admit that I appreciate the feedback, and the fact that I never knew about the FAIS Ombud.

For clarity sake, it is necessary to enlighten said FAIS Ombud as follows:

Our dispute with the financial body called Edwafin, and it’s main directors, Patrick Stapleton, R & S Hutchinson, Carole Gardiner (knew but didn’t know), the prayer-pair (can’t remember their names right now), and a few more has been going on since 2009 – seven years after your law (FAIS Act). At that time we pleaded for your assistance, bowed before your feet, sprinkled you with flower petals, and made sure that our farts were down-wind from you. What was your reaction? You took away Edwabond’s certificate-thingy and closed the door on us. Yet this happened only AFTER various folks among us knocked repeatedly on your door. Edwafin is now bankrupt – its last snibble of assets being niggled over by them legal-folk; a retired judge has made a pronouncement – and now is happily continuing his retirement; the Scorpions have gone in hiding; every six months we get a bit of a note from them legal-folks telling us that nothing is happening because there is no money (originality, please, something we don’t know yet!) Now you come with a prosaic: “The FAIS Ombud’s role is to resolve disputes between financial services providers and their clients in a procedurally fair, informal, economical and expeditious manner.” The rest of your script is merely an example of well-ordered but totally ineffectual fairy-pee.

Tee-hee. Back to my own universe I go.

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Old Fish becomes smelly...

Hi there all good citizens of my Edwafin Investment blog. It has been some time, I admit but, alas, the wheels of justice and the legalizers are very flat - great effort and much time is needed to get them rolling. I find these lawyers who are so furiously and slowly busy trying to get at the insurance money such curious creatures. It's as if one inadvertently strolled into a Hobbit tale. This (the rolling wheels thing) reminds me of a short memory from my youth.

My best school mate, Kallie's (so called because his turkey-pets would come running to him when he called them by shouting "koolie-koolie-koolie", - perhaps it was the promise of food, though) father was a real roughneck and owned a WW II Harley Davidson with side car - still in war colours. Of course nobody was allowed to touch his proud possession, especially the young ones.

Being young we were very much into motorcycles (we favoured the Yamaha), and since the Harley did not require a key - Hey Patrick you may find this interesting! during WW II, things didn't need to be locked down so much, as thievery wasn't so popular yet! - we would simply roll the beast from under its port, and drive around the suburb of Westdene, unlicensed and without a care in the world.

This happened a few times, until one evening after we had been joyriding, Kallie's father took out his the strap when he arrived home from work, and Kallie had to suffer some pain. We couldn't figure out how his dad had discovered our stapletonianism, and thus carried on with our, what we thought, deception. 

After suffering a few times from his father's fury, Kallie finally discovered what was happening: Pa would place a small, very small, pebble on the tracks of one of the machine's wheels. Every evening, he would walk over to his Harley and inspect the wheels, and thus could see if it had been moved or not.

Thereafter, Kallie never suffered a beating anymore because of the Harley - we always inspected the three wheels and replaced the little pebbles on our return from our travels. He did get one beating one day, though, while helping his father on a job. Dad, being a plumber, was working in the rafters of a house in progress, and shouted down to Kallie to throw him a spanner. In the process, his dentures came loose and tumbled from his mouth to the floor, landing right in front of Kallie's feet, Kallie had (and still does) a rather infectious giggle, which could also be infuriating if something unhappy happened to one. This time it infuriated dad ....

Two things today:

• It seems that the blog is worrying some folk, and this week we went fishing - so to speak. Having been born under the sign of Pisces, I tend to be familiar with many of the baits that anglers tend to use. So this is what I plan on doing and have begun working on already. DUPLICATION is really the meaning behind the new-world term of making back-ups. The scientists would call it redundancy.

• I have started a new blog called the Stapletonian and it can be found at stapletonian.chromatique.com (or else chromatique.com/stapletonian - both work equally well.) This new blog will not contain any other news but will essentially be a duplicate of this existing Blogger - blog (a Google product). Since it is a Wordpress product, I may be able to organize the material a bit better by using categories. It is in progress, so pleas be patient as I'm still learning. 

• The redundancy measure above will be further extended, to perhaps one or two additional sites, while I shall also appoint one or more persons as administrators of some sites, in case I can't manage it for some reason.

• Another, but longer, project is to collect all the material in this blog and collate it in a proper booklet in PDF format so that you can all have your own private copy of the results of my fleeting fingers. This will be freely available and there will be no copyright on it. Now, isn't that refreshing for a change.

•  I can't believe it myself, but for some reason the Hutchinsons do not appear on my side panel. You will note that I have fixed this shortcoming, and that the loving couple now appear below the big man himself. Of course, I had to blow-up the big man's picture a little to make it at least appear that he is the boss-man. It was not easy though, making a big man out of a weeny one is not menial in the least.

So I lied, that was more than two things - perhaps it's a counting problem, but then in the world of Stapletonia, you do as the Stapletonians do.

Memories

To many investors, Patrick Stapleton, and buddies of the erstwhile Edwafin is really no more than a sad memory. Yes, of course, the lawyers are still ravenously pursuing the matter to extract the last drop of blood from the dried-out carcass.
So, I wasn't going to do too much blogging about it anymore; let's face it our good old South African legal system  has again proven that we are in darkest Africa. And all the time, effort put in by Officer (I forgot which one it was - lieutenant, inspector, sergeant general? ) Sherrif and mates - all the promises; the retired judge's stern opinion of having them arrested immediately. Special trips for the interviews; long reams of paper and reports. And so on, and so on, and so on...
Every now and then there is still old anonymous who draws the attention to a matter. This fascinates me though:
There is still an Edwafin webpage, with some lonely guy prattling away about his innocence, threatening the investors and ex-staffers with hell and damnation. For one moment I thought that was in a lunatic asylum but when I looked outside I saw the stars and realized that it must be the approaching 2012 apocalypse that is causing this man so much anguish and emotional pain.
Really, old mate, if you want to make good, apologize to the people who you bankrupted - if you can give the old retiree or widow that placed so much trust in your ability to look after their money, some of the cash you want to spend on other vultures, then it is money well spent. Now you want to run to the flubble-cheek kissers again. Tut-tut-tut. None of them are going to succeed in making you look innocent - first the people's money, then your threats; where is it all going to end?
Let's be honest now, you have proven that you are an absolute dismal businessman, deplorable human being, you have shown how sparingly you apply the truth, now you are in the process of showing us all the worst you can be - totally devoid of anything, not even a bit of Dark Matter.

Of course if your incessant prattle on the website of  a bankrupt company gives you tickles - carry on...