Friday, June 06, 2008

FROM NEW DELHI TO DARJEELING......
(Random Backblog begun Wednesday 14th May at 2.15am)
I was already awake, when I felt the weird cramp in my left shin and my hand began to burn.... Nobby protested loudly for a while, and in the distance I could hear Dilshaad's Spotty going nutz....
WTF? The Master's artificial cricket chirped out a regular rythmn in his front garden, as a pair of fruitbats chattered to each other in weird squeaks....
What is he thinking as he sits in der Bunker going through the private lives and records of the unsuspecting? My guess would be nothing much... *nods..
He knew the minute I stepped out of bed fosho.... I switched off the electric alarm clock and that tiny action alone would have registered immediately on his system....*cackles..
My hearing has suddenly become thicker and the whine in my ears increases... I can almost smell his curiosity and frustration...*grins..
Like me, he does not indulge in wasteful regrets, but he must be aware that he has only himself to blame for revealing so much of the Project.
His uncontrollable desire to retaliate and exact revenge, has again thrown the spotlight on who it is that is in charge of the enormous Big Brother Project here in the Zone.
Having taken out our PC first, he is now able to pick off our assets one by one as the desire takes him.
Yesterday he sent such interference to our TV as to render it unwatchable.... Cest la vie..... He has learned little over the years....*shrugs..
Did you know that the Nissan Dealership behind the Engen garage on West Riding Row has the contract to maintain and service the Muni Water vehicles? Another coup for the Zone of the Blessed...*cackles..
Do you see in the Mercury that the Town Clerk still defends the billionaire Metro Constable, and says that, despite the man's wealth, he will continue on their payroll? *chokes..
Does President Mbeki see how neatly he has been stitched up? Does Jacob Zuma yet realise that he is OWNED?
How Schabir Shaik wriggles restlessly in his pseudo-confinement as he waits to be pardoned...*cackles..
How much of his spare time has he spent, making lists of those whose heads will roll, the minute he is a free man?
Who feeds the Shaikboyz their information? A vast Network of Telkom informers who report to WHOM before the wheat is separated from the chaff and given to the shifty Shaiks?
The cries of crazy have worn sufficiently thin for my Master to take the step of shutting down our PC. An independent act of malice or orders from the Rotten Apples?
Later:
At about 3.40am a port-a-light went bobbing past the steel palisade fencing over at the Playing field. It vanished/was switched off and someone sucked deeply on a cigarette...*beams..
I flashed my spotlight at them a few times and five minutes later I could hear the GateKeepers up at the Recreation Centre having a loud discussion...*laughing..
My Controller thudded into the TV socket irritably. Pretty much confirming that switching off the wall socket doesn't after all, make any difference....*smiles..
Here's the thing.... the Wireless song followed the GateKeepers! I swear to you that it faded and returned as they moved about....*falls over laughing... The pressure changed in my ears and my teeth yelled, but this may well have been Bali's doing by then....*cackles...
Could my Master hear the GateKeepers chatting as he lurked in der Bunker? Did they call him on his cell for further instructions? Do they often tramp the length of the valley carrying that beauty?
Fortunate then that with the TV on the blink, and the PC down, I was able to hit the sack earlier than usual and accordingly woke in time to see and hear all this busyness in the hours before dawn....*curtseys it's thanks to the Deluded Avenger...
Much Later:
I am more than a little crushed to tell you that some of my favorite photos are again possible misconceptions on my part....
The deep orange single light from the church belltower, that I have for yonks insisted is wireless related?
Now I am not so sure..... Suffice to say it may well be an effect caused by the sun rising behind and below the horizon....*CLAB
I was comparing pictures taken last year with the most recent, and realised that it is the same month, and that the sun, though not yet visible, is in almost the same position. Slowly the gears ground and eventually the penny fell with a thud...
Were you to now assume that the church is free of wireless technology, you would be sadly mistaken...*shrugs... St Theresa's is a mini-base station for Selebi's (at the moment) BB System and as such, every available area has installations...
Why it has been decided not to inform the good Sisters who live and work there, escapes me totally...
The British press have openly reported that sewage and water lines are being utilised for cabling. Why then is it not public knowledge here? As the water off our beaches becomes fouled, and the fish in the bay are killed, will there be loss of actual life before our fumblings in a similar vein are completed?
In fact, let me ask - has there already been loss of life as a direct result of the magnificent Big Brother Project?
Are there tallies (sp) being kept as on building sites? eg. 4 years and 14 days and only 5 deaths related? *hawks...
We held a brief CPF Meeting up at the Hall last night...
My fellow Members are becoming used to my habit of speaking directly to the Wireless Box attached to the Hall wall above our Meeting room door...*grins..
So much interesting gossip is discussed as we mill about outside after the Meetings, and I always make a point of including our avid Monitors up on the Hill...*cackles..
Comfortable as I am to wear the Village Idiot garb, my aim is to educate all our members on the new and fascinating technology that now can monitor their every word...*grins..
The discussion we had regarding Mr. Apelsamy Parker, jailed for 12 years in 1998 for his part in the SBV Heist and featuring in an article in the Sunday Tribune's Herald supplement on May 11th.
If you have been with me here since the start of my blog, you will know that the SBV Heist is a subject close to my heart...*falls over...
The journalist, one Doreen Premdev, has written that Parker is due for parole within weeks....
Our Chair, (who as you are aware, is in a position to know the truth of the matter), says this is utter rubbish and there is no way Parker is due to be freed.
Even more interesting, is the figure of R26.4 million, given as the amount of cash never recovered after the Heist. As I recall, it was nearer R32.5 million missing so, where was this latest figure obtained? *grins...
The Masterminds behind the Heist were never apprehended and if you remember, both Telkom Overport and Sydenham SAPS employees were implicated.... ROFL!
The Heist is easily the single most important incident pertinent to my entire tale. That the Lord of the Fowl was installed next door to me for entertainment as a direct result of the millions that 'vanished' is, as far as I'm concerned, a fact.
The ongoing conflict between the Pinetown SAPS and their CPF Forum is well worthy of note. For many years these two worked together amicably. Their good relationship apparently worked too well, and the Forces of Chaos have now sent in a new Station Commander to undermine the years of good partnership...*shrugs..
This was so deliberately done as to be laughable, unless of course you are a Pinetown resident, in which case it is likely you do not find the situation amusing...*cackles..
There are certainly enough good men at our Station to make my plodding efforts worthwhile...*beams at Lazzie...
Let us send all the Shaikboyz, Koobair, Barnabas, and the Rotten Apples to some distant penal colony and begin again from scratch...
Let Zuma and Selebi be free of those Wikked advisors and do the job they are supposed to do, working FOR the people of the country...
Let Sydenham SAPS rise to be the best station in the country, on it's willingness to work with, and for the Zone's inhabitants and not on it's dodgy blueprint for eavesdropping...*gags...
I dream of a day when tis not just the toad that is delighted by the sight of der Kommissar's chopper, headlight slicing through the night as it scours the neighbourhood for crooks... that is charmed by the sight of a Sydenham police bakkie parked close by with it's lights flashing to deter opportunistic scum...
A day when ALL Zone residents are reassured by the sight of our own boys in blue....
It can be done...
Peace.....
---oOo---
Finally published Saturday 7th June 2008 at 6.36am.
THE GRAND ILLUSION.....
(Backblog - begun Monday 12th May at 5.45am)
Just after 5.00am I went and stood next to the birdtray on the front lawn and marvelled at my Master's very own Wireless song....
At least two thirds of the height of the gumtrees are brightly lit this morning. Fred's valley spotlight is on but this seems much brighter. I guess either Sabeera or No. 16 have now a huge new signal enhancer directed over to Mayville.
At 5.00am a cacophony of protest from the canine population over at the Michan Road area...
The onslaught to their hearing must be pretty radical to set them off like that....*shrugs....
Is there something new installed at Basil's end of Bali's back patio? Or is it just Jody that has since last week, suddenly caused Pepsi and Cola to be so vocal while looking in that direction? *curious..
While I find their yodelling totally inoffensive, the Captain's own offspring must be knackered by 10.00am....*shrugs...
I would wager the Lord of the Foul doesn't for a second consider this a problem and in fact, would encourage the dogs if anything....*grins..
The goonda-style methods he uses to cause minor irritations are effective if only on the most basic of levels...*cackles..
Later:
The chopper has made several cheerful passes overhead today....*waves to the pilot.... I came through after 7.00pm to sit and write,and a few minutes later, my eternally obsessed Master dipped the desk lamp as he joined me...*beams...
As an experiment, I immediately switched off the wall socket and my cell phone and continued writing with the aid of my standby lamp.
Five minutes later, the land-line rang and had me cantering down the passage....Only twice and then it stopped...*falls over laughing...
The chopper did yet another flyby at 7.15pm and I gaily flashed the lamp at them....*grins..
Do I sense that I might be on to something here? That in my supreme tardism, I have stumbled upon a means of making the audio-monitoring a problem for my Grand Master?
Though I will now guard my words, it would certainly give me a laugh to think I may have given the Bullyboy something to chew over....*beams..
The Wireless song is thick in the valley and a lone hadeda calls out in the dark... Time to go walkabout?
Later:
And most rewarding it was too...*beams.. So quiet they are, I would never have known they were there...
Check out these pictures... If looking at them does not verify my claims that an ENORMOUS amount of power is being used to run this Project, then I give up.....*snorts...
The Freeway Bridge is ablaze with lights and all these vehicles are quietly busy. The chopper scuttles endlessly along the horizon from the Microwave Tower at Overport to Howard College and back....
My Master is doubtless slouched down over his laptop, crowing at our PC's demise in unison with his grovelling sycophants...*grins...
It occurred to me that the latest CPF Minutes can't be sent out now either... Could it be that this is the real reason our PC has been killed,and that it has nothing to do with any other peurile excuses given by my Dark Lord? Hmmm...*makes a note to read through the latest Minutes to see what,if anything,could have offended the Rotten Apples to such a degree...
If you recall, the first obvious corruption to my gmail account was almost immediately after the CPF took up Mr. Hekhmat Currimjee's cause.... against the belligerent Farouk Ahmed who was so swiftly supported by the Rotten Apples...*grins..
Did I use one pointed stick too many in reporting the truth?
Clearly whatever it was, was sufficient for the Rotten Apples to order our machine shut down, whether vehemently denied or not...*cackling..
In their current position of Most Favoured Zone in the country, they have finally pulled the plug on this grinning loon,in an effort to silence me....*applauds..
My Master will probably have used my personal remarks on his domestic situation as sufficient grounds to remove us from the Internet. Do not be fooled...*falls over.... It was most certainly a joint decision reached up on the Hill....*winks..
They do themselves no favours and have now cut off their own noses once again....* falls over laughing..
Later:
The wind howls through the valley... At 4.15am I watched as Mo shone his spotlight down the gumtrees, Hardboyz fashion... They make an early start then...*impressed...
A while later, there came a dull thump on the grass to my left... Kitz was off and running as I waddled hastily after her..
A fully-feathered ring-necked dove had blown out of the tree and it chirped miserably as I picked it up.
I stood on the edge of the lawn and tossed it high into the wind,where it suddenly realised it could fly,and sailed gracefully down to the trees at the bottom of the valley. Kitz indulged in a sullen fit of grooming...*grins..
The dull roar of the machinery over on the Freeway could still be heard at 3.30am but is silenced now...
Later:
The GameWrecker must have caught our Illustrious Monitor off guard last night as he managed to connect to iBurst using the kid's laptop...*weird...
This morning the mistake has been rectified and access denied...*shrugs...
A nasty crack in the TV shortly after the GameWrecker switched on this morning. Though he has displayed somewhat more grace as he enters of late, this morning my Master clearly could care less, as he jumped into the TV socket.
Still later the AirWing Chopper thundered overhead towards Brickfield Road. I must confess to having seen them above us more over the past few days, than in a long while...
In fact, since Sunday morning they have definitely displayed an in-your-face attitude that I find amusing....*winks...
There is no sun rising behind St. Theresa's this morning as the clouds have rolled in from the south.
The bell tower sits dark and unadorned by the orange glow I had always thought to be a signal enhancer.. Going back through my albums, I found that all the excellent pictures of this particular 'light' were taken at roughly the same time of year and day....*sighs..
Though the church is studded with all manner of technologies here, my favourite pictures of the belltower may yet prove to be the sun rising and casting a deep orange glow from but a single porthole....*sags temporarily....
At 7.45am I was up to see the GameWrecker off, when my Master took off in the Missus' Merc with the kids. As he waited at the stopstreet, a SAPS bakkie crossed the Highway and shot down Kasim's feeder road to No. 2....
I watched to see whether they emerged the other side and they didn't.... Kasim has a problem requiring a police presence? *curious....
Midday Tuesday...
I went up to the Village Market this morning to have a filling replaced.
I had barely sat down in the reception area when the lights began dipping....
After a while I asked the receptionist whether it was a regular occurrence, to which she replied no, and that she would mention it to her boss...*cackles..
However laughable you consider it, the fact remains that the dipping lights are the only way you will be aware that your jackpoints have suddenly been invaded...*grins...
A dangerous game is being played by the Big Brother Architects... and another good reason for the lies and subterfuge fosho.....
The kid and I sat in front of the TV chatting for a while, later in the morning...
A TV that had behaved for more than a week without a problem, excluding the noisy entry previously mentioned.
After a while it lost the picture and the screen went black.
I unplugged it and the phone as well, but relented when the kid said she wanted to watch.
No go - the picture was unwatchable...*shrugs..
Deserved? Earned? We were treated to similar incidents years before my blog was created. Via our power supply and always over weekends. You delude yourself if this is your take on the situation....
As chief guinea-pig for the Big Brother Project I guess it is fitting that I am used to demonstrate how easily you may be punished should you dare to step out of line...*grins..
If you recall it wasn't too long ago we had our dish satellite and microwave and a portable radio all cooked... Now we have the PC down and the TV threatened...*shrugs...
Like the sheep you are, you will turn away thinking this could never happen to you or yours...*grins... I beg to differ....
The object of the powercuts and surges is to reduce you all to bovine acceptance and it's working...
You have backed the wrong horse, and it's too late to switch at this point... *watches with great interest...
Peace julle....
---oOo---
Friday 6th June at 3.00pm