VERDIENDE LOON......?
(begun Sunday 19th October at 8.40am....)
M has clearly been recognized as worthy of the Rotten Apples extra attentions.... She it is who knows at least one of the Mentor's victims living nearby, a victim who broke the silence surrounding the animal behaviour behind his office doors.
M it was that spoke out about it, in our monitored CPF Meeting room.
More than sufficient reason for a sniper? No. They waited until other factors came into play, that would suitably cloud the water.
M it was who first acknowledged that Howard College was the biggest (Government owned) wireless base-station in the country. (at that point maybe it still was), and also said it was supposed to be a secret. *lawls...
M it was that called the Sydenham Station at about 3.00am yesterday morning (Friday 18th) to report the unacceptably raucous partying of a neighbour in Capell Road. The officer that took the call said "they're not still at it!" or similar when she phoned, implying that other neighbours had already called the station earlier.
Who are these louts that they are free to do as they please? Are they, like mon Capitano, under the aegis of the Rotten Apples? *interested... SAPS were there soon after her call and the party broke up. Did this add fuel to the sniper's aim?
If so, IMO it again confirms that Barnabas has access to residents lines as well, and knew that M would be at Siripat Field later that morning...*snorts... The zone is a giant village and everyone knows everyone else...*shrugs..
Factor in that M has said she enjoys my company, and you have someone that Barnabas and the Rotten Apples on the Hill may just prefer taken out of the picture....*grins...
It's clearer by the minute why the Zone was chosen as the kick-off point for this Eavesdropping Project. The band of people OWNED by the Druglord is spread throughout the area, and let's not forget it's the Shaikboyz original stamping-ground either..
Where did they start installing the Project up in Gauteng? Lenasia? *waves to ororo, who so obviously has a vested interest in the matter, and DOESN"T live in Lenasia...*screams...
The GameWrecker now tells me that he also can't find the mail from Sydenham Heights, regarding the SAPS Officer making a collection with his bag. Collin Balliram would know nothing of this letters disappearance of course...*winks...
When I left the photos of the gay Construction Wekker at the station for der Kommissar's attention back in July 2007, I never heard a word about the matter. I figured the guy would be easy to identify from my pictures... Hmm... should I drop off another lot of prints? *grins..
Was the officer calling at Sydenham heights with his bag, investigated at all? As my mails are 'officially' read, and my telephone 'officially' monitored and recorded, I would hope so....*falls over choking.... Will we ever be told the results of this investigation? As mere objects of scorn and mirth to the Rotten Apples this is unlikely to happen...*looks at el Pollo de Grande....
No word has been mentioned of Superintendent Des Marillier either, who appears to have taken the fall for the Mentor's misdeeds..... Was I correct in assuming he has been relocated to a Station in the Cape and will not be seen again here in the Zone? *gags...
The apparent continuing efforts to brush off my reaction to the emf levels and radio waves here in the valley, is highly entertaining. Tinnitis has once again appeared on the forums and no, I'm not buying it. *rolls it's eyes....
Rheumatism or arthritis for the pins and needles and burning hands? More likely to be my notoriously poor circulation exacerbated by the coffin nails, and for some inexplicable reason, the levels of the gifts that Bali sends us....
The valley is wearing a zillion shades of green since the rains, and everywhere you look, there are butterflies and birds going about their business.. The wind is picking up and with luck the laundry will dry....
Monday 20th October at 12.55am...
The Wireless song buzzes quietly but steadily in the background, over-ridden by a chalk-on-the-blackboard rhythmic squeak nearby. From the identical direction that the elusive Cape Canaries usually call, I guess it's a faulty track on the Master's Sounds of Nature CD....*roffels...
A strange fellow is the Controller. I see that two days after the event, the entire pane of glass still lies exactly where it was blown out of his garage window, on top of a shrub in his garden. Clearly the Chicken King has other things on his mind...*shrugs...
Ironic it is that at a time when the people should most be standing united together against the appalling crime in the country, the Beast has so carefully set neighbour to spy on neighbour...*spews...
Were the elderly Purdons at the top end of Garbutt, tax evaders? Were they suspected of having millions stashed under a mattress in an effort to avoid Trevor's beady eye? If not, why were they so clearly being attacked via THEIR power supply? *nauseated...
What bullshit story is being fed to so many bright people, that persuades them to join and aid the Wireless/Broadband Project for the Government? To encourage normally level -headed, upright citizens to ferret clandestinely in other's private domains?
voda3g knows the answer fosho. My guess is that he is currently using every oratory skill he possesses to insist that the Project is for the good of the land...*falls over laughing....
Who monitors the Best Mayor in the World at the moment? Some IT savvy henchman owned by Rassool? Another, like Colin Balliram, who purports to be affiliated to the Law and is backed up by their local Rotten Apples....*vomits..
And NO voda3g, the positives do not outweigh the negatives here. Quite the reverse in fact.... if the ultimate plan was in fact to destabilise the present Government by setting them at each other's throats, it is working admirably. Leaking information stolen, to different Government officials, to cause mistrust and suspicion, will as we've seen, cause disarray and confusion....
And who bears the brunt as all this cunning manipulation takes place? Pfft... The average Joe no less.....
Later
How often has el Maestro crowed of his control over my cellphones and landline? Frequently would be my bet.... How the newer Nokia is now PWNED and has begun to receive repeat sms's and how he shuts it down at will..... *shrugs..
My CPF Chair tried calling me at Parklands on Saturday morning. When I picked up the phone it had switched off and there was nothing in the Missed Calls. I figure a lot of you will consider this a brilliant trick....*grins..
We're on vodago in case you're wondering....*beams at vodacom3g who will know absolutely nothing about this....*winks...
Oddly enough, I think it's been the last three Thursdays, while out and about with the GameWrecker, that I've found only later that the Nokia had been switched off remotely...*gags..
I'm inclined to view Saturday's incident as yet another theatrical offering from the Rotten Apples...*sighs..
Certainly drama of the highest degree, but theatrics nonetheless...
The actors standing so obviously in their pre-arranged positions, and the timing and entrance of more bit players, was well erm, staged to say the least...*snorts... The stall owner had clearly asked 'Are we safe here?' directly after realising that M had been shot.... Who had replied to her? *looks at Captain Lazarus... Sorry, I can't hear you young man? *cups ear....
Such a swift assessment in one so young, is indeed commendable, and there were certainly no further shots that day that I am aware of....*shows it's yellowed teeth....
My verdiende loon se julle? Jou ma se g**!!!! Accusations of being a nosey-parker are so much CRAP!!! From the moment the Lout of my Life infested our PC, until 2004 and beyond, when the Lord High Moron of Electricity, Allen Spence, saw fit to hand our circuit to this unstable criminal at No. 6, everything became my business....
There is nothing I write about that doesn't affect everyone in the country.
At about 9.00am, the GameWrecker showed me a young guy wearing what appeared to be a school uniform (grey longs, white shirt), who had taken up a position across under the gumtrees here.... He had a school bag with him.
I think back to the events on Saturday morning and recall a team of similar youngsters playing soccer on the adjoining field at the time M was shot. How easily a person of slight stature could be mistaken for a team player like this one.... Is there a .22 rifle available that can be broken down and then reassembled when required?
A .22 with telescopic sights?
The young man with his mendhi stamp was bobbing up and down, struggling to ink the pattern fully, with his dad sitting not two feet away from him, behind the little table. Twas a damn fine shot at that distance, though not necessarily the target the sniper was aiming for....*shrugs...
The kids mum was standing at the front of the table next to me and M. Five people in such close proximity to each other and from such a difficult angle, would have me thinking Barnabas would do well to enter his employee at the Bisley World Junior Championships...*applauds and looks at the current visitor to the valley as he sprawls innocently under the trees with his bag. Paranoia? And why the fuck not? *cackles...
The PC has run faultlessly since the shooting. The Coward that is my Master, sits very still and well-behaved...*vomits profusely...
One the one hand you insist my claims and allegations are the product of an over-active imagination. On the other, you consider me too dumb to be aware of the peril I now face....
It's make your minds up time guys!
Peace julle...
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Monday 20th October 2008 at 1.44pm.
