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..

GROUND CONTROL.....

Was little Craig Verkueil ever the legitimate buyer of No. 6 Harris Crescent or was it bought for him by - let's make a wild guess here just for a laugh - Earl Barnabus?

After Craig pretty much drove his nice wife away, it all went pear-shaped... he moved some of his chommies in next door and they seemed to exist in a haze of liquor and drugs...*shrugs..

We had our first and only housebreaking during that memorable period too...*grins...

Captain Courageous certainly knows the details and would be lying were he to deny it...*cackles...

I figure young Craig was being leaned on very heavily to vacate this property once his usefulness ran out and repayments became a problem?

Missus C herself told us that all the light fittings throughout the house had been deliberately vandalized and why would she lie? *falls over...

Not the behaviour of a satisfied seller but of someone being forced to leave against their will?

Even trashed, I doubt Craig would Ever dare say who it is that runs the Rotten Apple brigade up at SAPS Sydenham... he knows full well he would be history in a flash were he to shoot his mouth off...*smiles..

So many possible loose cannons about in the area, who keep to the Rules of Silence.... little wonder that they drink themselves into oblivion....*shrugs...

Once it was decided to instal the Bravest of the Brave and his family right next door to the Village Idiot, the writing was on the wall for Craig...

Morris was allowed to stay on in the Servant's Quarters for some time, even after the Courageous Pair had moved in...

No doubt a special perk as he is most definitely the local handyman for the Rotten Apples...*cackles...

I blogged previously on the amount of what was clearly contraband, Missus C had said that Morris cleared out of the kaia when he finally left....

I find it extremely amusing that so many of you prefer to consider my writings as fantasy... that you do not believe the Zone is controlled by a mixture of thuggery and drugs..pffft...

That organised crime is truly an artform here, is a given...

It is hard to tell whether der Kommissar and the Good guys will ever be able to rein in the True Controllers of the Zone...

The huge and carefully planned distraction of the Project is most certainly having the desired affect... (having seen the pictures and read the articles of our own dear der Kommissar receiving an award from the Deputy Minister of Safety and Security, for the highest results in Tracker recoveries, I was less than charmed when a few days later, an announcement was made over the radio that Phoenix SAP had won the award? WTF? *collapses totally....)

In spite of the surveillance equipment on every street of the Zone, there are still crimes taking place regularly...*shrugs... Monitoring of these devices could sadly be restricted to the few, like myself, who decline to toe the line....*cackles...

My claims that our CPF Meeting room is audio-monitored have been laughed off as merely another figment of a crazed imagination....*chokes...

It is of little consequence, as I thoroughly enjoy watching the Game being played so visibly...*beams... One slip and I will loom up in front of you, yellow teeth bared in a grin...*shrieks...

Was there a big deliberate water run-off yesterday? 2 droogs in full Muni Blues hanging about below the Senior Boys hostel for the morning and little water pressure do not make that a yes by any means...

Much more care is being taken in the matter of water wasteage... more discreet measures introduced?

Gone are the heady days of Fire engines arriving to open hydrants and chat for hours as precious water fountains out and pours down the road...*falls over laughing...Eejits!!

Changing tack, I would like to ask kind Bernie a question.... has his overall health improved or declined since he and his family moved in to No. 17? Sure, I know his nose-dive was a setback, but I would've put Bernie down as a man of steel - so surely he is well on the mend by now? If not, why not?

It is hoped that, all denials to the contrary, his homes' now unobstructed view to that pretty red twinkling Microwave Tower, does not sap his vitality further...*shrugs...

My mama tells me that in the UK there are many people in their nineties riding bicycles, driving cars and leading happy, active lives... So, in the right environment, I hope that Bernie recovers the spring in his step sooner rather than later...*frowns...

I tried yet again to fathom googles results on WiMax and it's signal enhancers... it is clear that the search-engine cannot sink to my tardish level of understanding...

I am still curious about the amount of metal used in this project... the pseudo jungle gyms cheek-by-jowel outside the Recreation Centre... the thick metal bars across every window of the orphanage (a wonderful outlook for its young occupants pfft..) and last but not least, the really strange finish on the window panes themselves...

Panes that give off the strangest glare when the sun hits them, that I've ever seen....*smiles..

Oh ja, there was something about highly conductive paint used to enhance wireless signals... (see pics of Freddie's Wendy house roof) but the metal bars everywhere and the specially treated glass panes? So far, nada.....

While the Beast, with ease, continues to manipulate its greedy and corrupt contacts in Government, finally making their telephone tapping legal (*falls over cackling) their idiot counterparts in Munis across the country rush eagerly to do their bidding - as cities, suburbs and Joe Soap is linked up to the Grid, to be controlled and monitored when desired...

When, a few years down the line, the cries of 'foul' become heard, I shall merely shrug and point at my T-shirt...*chokes...

It is now too late for even such as the brave and forthright Debbie2, to find the truth...

She has been fed such a smoke-screen of half-truths and lies that her head must spin.... besides, her every move will have been monitored since she first began posting so articulately on myadsl....

She will have been given gifts too, I'm betting, by the kindest and most honourable of donors...*shrugs...

There is nothing I can do but to keep blogging in my demented fashion and hope that some among you find what it is I search for and understand it fully....*grins...

To the many fanboyz and girls that continue to insist they know Captain Courageous is pure and untarnished? You are among the brightest of the bright and freedom of choice is still yours for the moment...*cackles....

Happiness.....

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Tuesday 11 September 2007 at 1.32pm.