SISTERS ARE DOING IT.......

(begun Wednesday 22nd July at 7.15am...)

I've said it before..... She's a sharp cookie is our little Sister Stephen... She runs the Clinic and does the books for the Nunnery, amongst others things... As bright as a button and yet clearly considered unworthy of being told the truth of St. Theresa's contribution to the Information Theft Project... *puzzled..
She just wouldn't understand? Loose lips sink ships? What?! *looks at the Director of Admin keenly... Did you and the Principal sign some sort of official Secrets Act? I don't get it.. If the entire concept of the Project was flogged to you as a means to catch tax evaders and the Corrupt, why would the good Sisters be precluded from this information? A valid question surely?
Was it feared that Sister was capable of doing research on microwave and powerline emissions?
That she might be appalled were she to know of the SE's being run directly out of the toddler's dorms?
Were she to know the true character of the One in charge of controlling the strength of these emissions? Most of the Sisters are of an age where they would accept and shrug off any odd symptoms they might have as part of growing older... How handy...*gags...

Who was it that persuaded the Principal and his wife the Director, that the Information Theft Project was a good thing? Father Gangsta Denker (since retired) himself? I have to question where this Catholic priest acquired his nickname... *winks... A special friend of Earl Michael Barnabas perchance? Would you care to put money on that? *laughing...

LATER at 9.00am..

It took me till 8.30am before I finally noticed the now familiar Construction vehicle had arrived over under the gumtrees to attend to the regular hour-long water runoff HERE... *snorts...
I've asked before what the chances are of making this little green belt and valley a d'Moss area but have unsurprisingly heard nothing...*chokes.. Create a lake at the bottom of the valley and who the heck cares about the water runoffs? There have to be plenty of trees that can withstand the Masters fumbling with the microwaves, and I vote Manisha Arbuckle for the job...*claps...
Consider it some sort of compensation for the shocking ongoing violation of Human Rights down this neck of the woods? *falls over...

Thursday 23rd July at 4.00am...

How many times over the past 10 years have there been similar eerily quiet spells? When the attacks briefly appeared to die off and hope reared it's stupid head? When I foolishly allowed myself to relax, only to be slammed silly again...? *cackles..
It's almost as if Bali considers that not tormenting me for a day or two will actually shut me up! *roffels... Course, I can't afford to sit silent at all... With your shockingly short attention-span, I'd be dead meat in a week...*grins... Whose going to tell you the truth once I'm history? Who can you trust?
Your smiling, friendly neighbour who invades your adsl or wireless system in the evenings without your knowledge? Pfftt...

*I've only been up for a while and the hounds next door are on full, noisy alert.. It could be no more than Chi stirring the pot as he sometimes goes and sits on the wall in full view, knowing it winds them up...*grins.. OTOH it's much more likely tis the Master himself who conducts their orchestra....*

LATER at 5.10am..

I've just been up for the paper.. It hadn't arrived, so I leaned on the wall for a bit studying the empty street. As I watched, Lord Foul kicked it in to life...!*grins.. No really! It wasn't on and then it was! Easier said than done to isolate it's exact position...*sighs.. More fibre snaking up a pole to reveal itself when different points are activated? Or is it some other little device that winks at me so brightly? It's way too far from where I stand at my wall to pick up any sound, leaving only one alternative reason for it to be activated...*teeth..

Anyone care to estimate how much moolla has been pumped into this section of the Crescent since 2004? If you were to include contracts awarded to the MOST helpful of the Chosen surrounding me? I guess you'd be fairly freaked out were you to know the truth... The cost of repeated visits to dig up the road and readjust the water lines? All the devices now installed? I just can't shake the feeling that there's more to the new streetlight cowlings than you'll ever be told either..*grins..

The cctv monitors have an infra-red option? Mistuh Williams? *fascinated.... I'd truly thought the unbelievable ability to now audio-monitor your home was the cherry on the top of the Muni's Wireless/Broadband Network system.... On second thoughts, you'd do well to add the video monitoring... The cameras are amazingly well hidden and I'm betting they don't resemble your standard eye on a pole at all....
My Controller would have kept up a running commentary to the 'thieves' via his cellphone, and watched with perverse delight as he talked them through removing both the kid's motorbike and more recently the battered Uno, from Sue the Book's yard..

Sure, I will stick by my assertion that the Mothership carries the creme de la creme of visual monitoring devices, but it's by no means the ONLY device that's now able to see your comings and goings... Pay closer attention to Bernie's streetlight? You think? *stumped...
I wouldn't recognize these cameras/gadgets if they were two inches from my nose, and that's a fact... I doubt very much that anyone other than the techs tasked to install and test them, are aware that they exist..

LATER at 7.15am...

Just a quickie before I head on out... My Network Admin. now makes no attempt whatsoever to synchronise the streetlights from ours up to the ex-Treasurer's home at No. 33, with his and the rest heading down to Jan Smuts and including the Mothership, despite that the cowlings all bear the lemon-coloured so called light sensors.... *curious..

If it's an attempt to have you believe he is no longer active in our home, he should try pulling the other one! *cackles... If it's to ensure emissions have lessened in some way, I'll be the judge of that as well...(see: toothache prev. blog). Nothing has changed regarding his control, despite that he sits strangely silent... Sweating? Pfft.. He has enough corrupt contacts to bail him out of ANY criminal activity he indulges in...*shrugs...

Friday 24th July at 4.00am..

Our circuit had been on for ages yesterday evening, when I finally remarked to the GW that neither Bali's streetlight or any of the others heading down to Jan Smuts and including the Mothership, were on...
I see only now that this 'new circuit' includes the lights bordering the feed-on running alongside the valley as the road heads up to the freeway... His reach is spreading fosho.... It was long after dark when I said to the GW that they would come on when my neighbours finally arrived home, which they obligingly did at about 5.40pm... Magic hey? *beams.. Does the knowledge that Colin Balliram has control over such an enormous amount of power still impress and awe you? Do you think there must be more to this Cracker than meets the eye?

The sad news is that there isn't...*shrugs... The only reason he differs from any other petty criminal out there is due to the idiotic decisions made by the likes of the Superintendent for Electricity for Durban, Allen Thickhead Spence.... You'd be wise to kowtow and walk backwards in his sleazy presence.... I for one have seen the light and find him wanting!..*chokes...

I wait with interest for a celebratory bash denoting his latest outrageous insurance payout and I've little doubt that such a party would herald the resumption and escalation of his attacks...
The Twins came hurtling into the lounge not that long after their owners car appeared on his driveway and his circuit was activated... Almost in fact, at the exact time we lost our TV screen...*sighs... Boringly predicatable as always....*yawns...

It must have occurred to you by now (though it's more likely mon Petite Merde informed you himself) that along with the banks and hospitals, el Pollo de Grande is the Official trouble-shooter / IT Consultant for the Correctional Services Department? *keels over shrieking... What more could the Whisperer have asked for, during his short stay at Westville's finest, and his longer stay at Albert Luthuli?
Do you sit there and tell me that all along you've regarded my blog as no more than a retaliatory dissing marathon?
That up until mon Capitano's greed caught up with him and he had his own rodeo nicked, you considered him as pure as the driven snow? *teeth chattering...

You don't consider my inability to communicate with the Head of our CPF using his dcs.gov.za email addie, further proof that the Rotten apples continue to ensure our CPF remains toothless? Think again o woolly ones! *chokes... The airborne Town Clerk and his Cronies now do more than ruin you financially with their invasive Network. They OWN you! *laughing..
Your house lights begun to behave erratically yet? Alan? *winks..

Peace...

Friday 24th July 2009 at 2.13pm...