HUNG OUT TO DRY.....

(begun at 4.00pm Tuesday)

Why did the GateKeepers have a Port-a-Light activated at midday today? The one that lives (supposedly hidden) behind the trashcan next to their door across at the convent outbuildings? (see pics) The last picture I got of that particular aerial/light was by pure luck and it shone a deep yellow. Today it was cranked to a brilliant white with kids playing on the field. So - the Tests are run at St. Theresa's during school hours as well? *shakes it's head...

Do any of Councillor Christian's kids attend the convent schools here in the Zone? No? Why ever not? *cackles...

That weird sucky noise was coming from the Heroic One's front garden earlier, so I sniffed about as best I could and discovered that it had absolutely Nothing to do with his really ill-looking pool at all...

There is another reddish coloured pipe, that looks like rubber but somewhat narrower than a standard garden hose, bearing a nice u-bend metal fitting to run it down the wall between us and down to the kaia where it disappears... A garden tap is visible right next to it but is not attached .... (see fine pics) Any guesses? Water run-off related or more Wireless Technology?

While some of my pictures undoubtedly have logical and legitimate explanations, there are way too many that simply don't...*cackles...

I have been lucky indeed.... tis the time and date option that I feel has made all the difference...

I've not seen the old man who bangs on my gate once a month, for me to let him in to read the water meter... I guess it was just over a week after he last visited that yet another gentleman pitched up with the same request...

This one was a huge upgrade and driving himself in a white bakkie...

(My usual wekker must walk miles at his job, and fend off savage dogs every step of the way to earn some sort of commission per meter read.)

So I asked this driver dude where my usual meter reader was and he said he didn't know, but that he himself was from Pinetown ..*smells huge dodginess.... a small but pertinent report I make...

How on earth were the WiMax Trialists chosen? Family and friends first fosho, and after that whoever was in the best position to bounce the signal? What a mix! The Good, the Bad and the potentially dodgy...*laughs...

I have blogged several times about the ease with which Mo and Kassim down at No. 2 were 'persuaded' to sign the dotted line... *beams..

How we no longer have irate calls from poor Kassim that his wall has been knocked through or his gate motor stolen...*cackles... Dilshaad sees that I speak the truth and wisely says nothing....*smiles..

This new, happy partnership is well worth it if it means genuine protection from criminal activities....

Whereas our Controller turns a blind eye to crime at Sue the Book's house, it would be unwise to allow Anything at all to go wrong down at No. 2, whether a theatrical production or the real thing...

How did you persuade Shakoor to sign up? Was he too, beset by a sudden rash of criminal activity on his property? Ah yes - I recall he had a near miss very recently, but I figure that was merely a red herring...

May I suggest that should any WiMax Trialist be subjected to a hijacking or breakin at their property, they take their sign-up forms over to Telkom Overport and tear them up in front of Toby van Heerden?

That they must surely realise in spite of constant attempts to reassure them that I am a raving loon, that they have signed up for far more than a mere Internet Connection? *keels over laughing..

No really guys! Switch all your lights off at night and go sit outside in the dark and check out the myriad extra tiny active lights on your streetlight poles and possibly even on your Wireless boxes...

Its all in where you stand. You have to be lined up perfectly to see them so, experiment why don't you?

Oops! Hang on! You can't switch your outside lights off or your Controller will be yelling on the phone that you are breaking the chain? *chokes...

See, I feel very strongly, that in return for you kindly signing yourself and your family up for a fair dose of extra EMF, you should at least expect to be in a totally crime-free Zone...

The means to monitor so much as a rat crossing the Crescent is there...

Shakoor has the added 'bonus' of the cellphone tower almost at his back door... more reason to insist that his property is protected by Project Controllers....*grinds it's yellowed teeth with frustration....

Are certain people affected more than others by the EMF levels? Did the cellmast outside Shakoor's recently demised neighbour's back wall play a part in their ongoing domestic problems? Was heightened aggression/depression a factor in the tragedy that played out?

Who really cares? There's big money to be made in them thar masts, so ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.....*cackles...

An Airwing chopper flew over us at an angle at lunchtime.. whether they were actually looking to catch a criminal or working on the Project is anyone's guess.....

For all mon Capitano's protestations of innocence at my allegations of his involvement with the Unredeemably Corrupt, how on earth does he explain Earl Barnabus ties to this Project?

That the Druglord has now invested in a further property directly in Line of Sight to the Microwave Tower and St. Theresa's and to Mrs. Kazee in the Crescent behind him, with her dearth of aerials and wireless boxes?

Coincidence? Oh Please! *shrieks with mirth...

You guys are airily working with a known druglord and shrugging it off?? *chokes...

That he is protected and clearly very much on board the WiMax Gravy Train up to Government level cuts no ice at all...

If he does indeed have damning information on members of the SAP why is he not called to account?

Is the object not to eradicate the corrupt from our Forces and to work together to uplift the country?

*smacks itself sharply....

Ah yes - its rather more complicated than that and involves politics so nothing can be done? *hawks and spits...

Our Controller clearly has extremely persuasive answers to any points that I may raise.... Bearing in mind that he has a Team of silver tongued, rotten-to-the-core (looks at Allen Spence) advisors to aid him at all times, it will take little short of a miracle to wake up the Good....*cackles..

I feel duty-bound to continue in my role as Tard of the Century, all the while expecting you to sort the wheat from the chaff here...not an easy task to do I know...*shrugs...

For an admittedly dark soul, I yet have this thread of positive light that will not leave me....so I continue to haul myself hand-over-fist to whatever fate awaits me....

Peace...

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Tuesday 11th September 2007 at 6.42pm..