SHOULDER TO SHOULDER....
(begun Friday 31st July at 1.05pm...)
The Airwing chopper appears to have moved on for the moment... der Kommissar had carefully said at the Meeting that it was working in the area and he would be up this week...*winks.. And so it was... At a cost of what, every time it goes goes aloft? *curious...
They certainly weren't after criminals as they circled low over Sabeera's at No. 18 several times and then the mini base station itself... I love how those little lights underneath flashed briefly as they thundered over Bernie's and Sean Findlay's homes! Neato! What does that do? Capture something? Updating ja, but what? Cadastral maps? Nope, something even more complicated for which I don't have the words...*sighs... Updating the data bank will have to do....
Saturday 1st August at 3.35am..
It must have been well after 4.00pm yesterday when I glanced up in time to see a guy walk over to the orange crate and sit down on it... He set a small fire at his feet and contemplated the flames for a bit... I spoke aloud to Bali that I'd seen the bloke, and hoped if it was a hireling he'd call the dude and tell him to douse the fire... *sighs.. Either way, the fellow did just that, and as I looked away minutes later, he'd vanished....*shrugs...
Even through the little binoculars it's not easy to judge, but I guess he was in his forties, wearing green trousers, a grey s/sleeved and collared shirt, and a flat hat like Andy Capp wears... If indeed he's one of a string of hirelings employed as backup insurance in the valley over the years, he will have had access to a whole new wardrobe by today..*winks...
It wasn't that long after I'd published my second blog last night that I took Fat Sophie outside for a pee... I was understandably surprised to find my Masters valley-facing side in near complete darkness. Except I guess, for THIS one little light by their bedroom windows... WTF? *startled.... I checked and Joyce's light was also asleep... An economy run? What? Was it something I'd said in my Flights of Fancy blog that had them strangely sitting now in the dark, or just another bizarre coincidence? *interested...
I've always maintained that the Zone was sold downriver to Koobair the Squat and Barnabas in perpetuity in return for agreeing to be the Test area for the Project. That Colin Balliram was very much a part of that package deal. I mean seriously, did you ever honestly think it pure chance that my Master bought a home right next door to us? *falls over shrieking..
Surely now you realise that it was a carefully engineered move instituted by none other than Koobair, using the proceeds of the SBV Heist to buy the property? Money that will have been washed several times before Pam Hall the Realtor closed the sale... Missus C always said her dad bought the house for them and I've no reason to question that that's exactly how it will appear on paper...*shrugs...
Was it for two years or more that the Courageous Couple answered happily to her maiden name of Moodliar, and only by the purest chance did I discover it was in actual fact Balliram? That deliberate oversight alone would have caused great merriment among the Rotten Apples and even the Cracker's peers online...*grins...
The Sweeper will aver that there was nothing sinister involved, but that they found it amusing enough to not correct the misconception. My guess is that you agreed...*gags... Sillies is an understatement! While the Courageous Pair may duck and shuffle charmingly as Petty Crooks, my dear Master is an Accessory to the Fact of far greater crimes fosho...*sad...
Have any of the thousands of Good Chosen finally woken from their stupor to ask awkward questions? Jannie? Do they now enquire who the Controller is in their neck of the woods? Do they pay attention at last and wish to see a character reference of the one who controls the power circuit they're on?
Ag kak hey? *laughing... It's way too late for such niceties... The Project Authors have used those with 'connections' to get the system installed the quickest way they can. In many cases, such as ours, it will be your local druglord and his minions....*shrugs..
Why do you think Agliotti continues to sit comfortably grinning like a Cheshire Cat FFS? Like Koobair the Squat, he will now OWN a vast area covered by the Information Theft Project and have access to private conversations beyond his wildest dreams! *cackles...
It's all very well for the Strategist to reassure you that the Scum is in turn watched closely by the Good... Does this mollify you? You still feel you're in safe hands? *fascinated...
You've seen what's happened down here and how little if any control has been exerted over these Crooked Cowboys, and you're still persuaded that ours is a unique situation? *roffels..
If it weren't for the many innocent victims that will fall as a direct result of so much power being handed to Lowlifes, it would be funny... You have for instance, Rassool sitting down there with his metaphorical glass against Zille's wall, while she in turn employs her version of a Controller to do the identical thing! *laughing...
Jannie's Masters aren't particularly interested as they race against time to saturate the country *shrugs... They will insist that they will clean up the Scum once the System is properly up and running.. How many years and innocent victims later will that be Jan? A projected estimate maybe? *falls over... Meanwhile, back at YOUR ranch, things are getting seriously out of hand as crime escalates...
Your house alarm can now easily be remotely disabled (you know that of course). Your phone line blocked as you run to call for aid (another fact that should by now be glaringly obvious). So you will learn the hard way to be a dutiful stooge and not speak your thoughts out loud even in the 'privacy' of your own home...*shrugs...
Will you fight for the right to be free? *singing.... Twould be pointless IMO... the only thing that you can do now is to chirp long and loud of the quality of Controller put in charge of your area..
Insist that you are told his/her identity and that scrupulous checks are run.. If so much as the whiff of corruption hangs about his/her gates, I suggest you try moving house.... *shrieks... Just kidding julle! The Beast and their Oldboys Network have found those with a criminal bent to be ideal as Controllers.. Our tough luck hey? *cackles...
LATER at 5.20am..
A tiny breeze sprang up as I sat out with Kitz just after 4.30am... The old avo tree creaked alarmingly and the resulting small, delicious burst of adrenalin had me grinning... At about 4.40am my dear Network Admin chirruped his remote four times... How I long for a translator in Remotese!!! He inadvertently set off one of his tiny buzzing devices for a nano-second as well... He wishes to tell me something? That he has just got in from some seriaas partying and is pleasantly goofed? *laughs....
That may well be the case, but it's just as possible he's been on an all night monitoring spree up at Dodge City... Does he tutor the Controller for King's House? I promised you there would be changes made to that property and so there are...
Is the Oldboys Network able to block the monitoring that will inevitably be done by the Whisperer from his newly purchased home nearby? Or is the partnership they have with Schabir and Mo such that they leave them to their own devices? *goggle-eyed...
How many guilt-ridden guys spend their entire lives acting under false pretenses...*looks at the Flying Town Clerk... You've made a few enquiries and verified the rumour to be true? You knew all along, would be my guess...*snorts... Is it feared the Toothy Fairy Queen may at some point choose to come out and thus put a spanner in the works of the Project? Who is it that you trust to watch him 24/7? His Translator? His B/F? *winks...
My bet would be that you've known his dark secret for years and have made it impossible for him to wriggle out from under your thumb...*sighs... What a useful puppet he's been hey? Keep him happy and he will trot out any number of ludicrous edicts obligingly...*gags...
Is the Baggage Handler smarting from my criticism? Though it's highly doubtful he would ever taint himself by reading my words, it's a given some kind soul would've filled him in..*shrugs.. It matters not either way... He sits in the Camp of the Good But Dim and could Never be encouraged to join the Bad....*applauds...
Peace..
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Saturday 1st August 2009 at 11.34am..
