SECRETS.......

(begun Saturday 18th July at 1.45pm....)

You've had all mine, but I'll wager you yourself have a few? Some small, dark, private things that you can't bring yourself to share? It may well be something I would consider silly and not shocking at all, but to you it's shameful and you hope to keep it hidden to the grave? *curious...
Admitting openly to being a bully was a low point, but as it goes hand in hand with the control freak I so patently was for the better part of my life, it had to be told....
The fact that the boot is now so firmly on the other foot and I myself am bullied on a daily basis by el Pollo de Grande, made my confession a necessary part of my story...*shrugs..

Which brings me to the marvellous technology used for the Muni's Wireless/Broadband Network System. Over and over again I've said how words uttered in the privacy of your own home can now be monitored by the PTB. In reply, you've laughed me off disbelievingly and said they're welcome to listen, as it's not like you discuss State secrets....? *sighs...
It appears the authorities disagree with you. The new laws passed allowing your fixed lines and your cellphones to be tapped and monitored, show very clearly that the Government feels however banal your conversations are, they would like to share them...*winks... The progression to monitoring your homes was inevitable....

However wild my claims may appear, I continue to feel that the +R75 million still missing after the SBV Heist was where the germ of the idea began. (In this country at least).
It was enough to get the ears of the Oldboys Network pricking up, and they would've gathered their top communications boffins to begin formulating the plans, years ahead of the actual installations.

Despite my humble role as entertainer and guinea-pig to the Testers, I feel oddly honoured and fortunate to have lived long enough to bear witness to these marvels...
I've told you that the Eavesdroppers will use your secrets against you, and you don't believe me.. I've described how they will manipulate even the Powerful to dance to their tune, by reminding them of secrets they don't wish revealed, and you sneered.... Pay attention now....

I shot out to the shops early this morning to see if I could get some big bones for the dogs. As it happened I was too late, and there were none left.. A wasted trip then? Not at all! I chatted to so many people that I now struggle to recall who told me what and give up....

He's gay and has an african boyfriend? *startled... Really? My immediate reaction was one of amused scepticism.. It took me a full minute for the huge implications to sink in, and the light dawned like the sunrise after a two-day deluge....
A year or so ago, I'd read a letter in the Press from one who'd known the guy when he was somewhat younger. He claimed the man was extremely intelligent, highly skilled and dedicated to his job. The writer was baffled by the official's increasingly dodgy behaviour, and already the cries of corruption were sounding loud and clear.
Whatever the ruling party wanted they got, to the exclusion of reason and decency... Why would this highly intelligent family man now sink to such all time depths just to keep his Masters happy?

Someone in the ruling party had learned the official's secret? I truly battle to understand why he didn't come out when his orders became increasingly illogical. I don't find being gay shameful in any way, and if my own son or daughter had been born gay I would've supported them without question. Was the marriage a sham from the start, and used deliberately to further his career? It's all too easy to ascribe this knowledge to a mere spiteful attack on one who has worked hard to gain the dislike of so many.

I understand that there are more than a few members of the ruling party who are aware of the official's deception, and I must conclude that this is the lever that has been used all along to get the man to comply to such idiotic schemes as street-name changing and the exclusion of the Blue flag system..
To deny the pollution, now a regular feature off the seafront and in our rivers and dams... To lose the Gunston 500/Mr. Price Pro to Ballito... To claim blithely that the myriad streetlights active during daylight hours are to prevent cable theft FFS!

Jannie, (who knows everything there is to know), will be aware of this official's 'secret' as well...
Despite my loathing for the little man I feel a pang of pity for him now.. He has IMO jumped from his role as a mini Hitler to being much like myself, a manipulated underdog...
What would happen were he to publicly announce his sexual preference and apologise for the shocking decisions he has endorsed over recent years? Again, I would suggest that one thing has led to another and that he has been forced through fear of his secret being revealed, to accept a vast amount of gifts...

In this enlightened (!) age he would easily be forgiven for his gayness, but once the bribes were fully revealed it would be curtains! His time-share in Goa makes more sense now does it not? Where he may lounge freely and openly with his otherwise hidden partner, puffing away on the old bong and indulging in all the practises that he considers would be frowned on in his own country... *laughing despite itself.... (That came out worse than it was meant to....)
You can bet that there are files filled with photos taken secretly, and video upon video of occasions that he would rather die than have revealed... Ensuring that during his reign more crazy decisions will be made....
Do you honestly think his apartment isn't monitored? His phones tapped? That this toothy little man has allowed himself to become stitched up so tight he couldn't save himself if he wanted to? *snorts...

Moving on. I bumped into him just as I was leaving the shop. I told him how much we'd enjoyed the entertainment he and his neighbour had provided at our Meeting and went on to say I was aware that he was involved in the Muni Information Theft Project (he nodded) and that they were expected to run the signal enhancing lights (he nodded) and that if he had children they would be tutored into hacking their neighbours ADSL systems to 'enhance' the signal, at which point he smiled...

Not as stunning a result as I got from the innocent and unsuspecting hair technician, but good enough....*beams... I guess he knows who I am? I warned him that the Abuser and his Monkey will of late have visited his home uninvited on several occasions, and that should he be overheard dissing the Chief or Salacious Crumb he could at a pinch be hijacked on his next outing... Mischief making SE VOET!! Tis the reality of the Zone and it's vile overlord Koobair the Squat.

It's unlikely that the Principal hasn't yet heard of my role as Village Idiot in this vast game of corruption, and I'm betting in the light of his wife's position that he has.... On the remote chance that this isn't so, may I recommend that he be filled in, and fast...? It would never do for him to go home and actually think about what I said to him, now would it? *grins... Chances are he's been fed the story that I'm a one-off.... If I'd thought to ask him whether his house lights had become oddly unstable this past month, what would he have replied? He is of course fully aware that St. Theresa's is now a mini base station and he condones it, and yet I feel he has only been given half the story just like the rest of you....*looks at voda3g....

Were he to be given irrefutable proof that tis the Abuser and his Lackey that now have access to his own home's privacy, would he regret buying into the Project? What do you think? *winks...
I met his wife the other day and she seemed a really nice person... Would she not freak out to know that every word she utters can, if he chooses to, be heard by the Head Pig at Dodge City?
The Principal and his buddy the Engineer, are very much a part of the Chosen and yet they appear to have piqued the interest of the Rotten apples sufficiently for their home's monitoring to be activated.
The Molestor will have to tread warily if he chooses to exact revenge on these two vocal Hugo Road residents.. In her role as Head of Admin. at St. Theresa's, he wouldn't want to upset the Missus, and should anything untoward happen to them, I would be over there faster than you can say Fetid Fruit, I promise you... *cackles...

It's been an enlightening day all round, with some startling and some truly hilarious moments...*waves to the Crown Pool Services dude... Did you have to visit the dry-cleaners after our chat, young man? *shrieks... May you all stay safe...

Peace...

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Sunday 19th July 2009 at 9.33am....

DON'T JUDGE A BOOK.......

(begun Saturday 18th July at 2.30am....)

Cover? What cover?! Time to upgrade the manual, spies! Oops, I mean guys! 22/23 different maids over 10 years, hiding and swopping cars and using the Sweeper's maiden name does not a Secret Agent make. In the matter of Colin Balliram, he is a parody of a Special Agent and as such, a joke...*chokes...

An ungodly hour to be up and about? In actual fact it's rather delicious... The thick silence is like balm to my whipped hearing..*grins.. My bedside light was out by 7.30pm last night, so for at least the next hour or so, I'm good to go...*beams..
In the Master's corner the gloves are well and truly off and all pretence has left the room... *cackles.. I would like to think the same applied, but the odds are so uneven it's a joke..

*My unfortunate Controller has just chirruped his remote on the offchance that I had forgotten him (2.40am) and I ready myself for the heatwave of petulant rage that's probably going to fill the room...*roffels... Did I miss the first chirrup? There's another and still another as I laugh out loud...*charmed....*

There is much afoot down in the corner by Khaled's house at No. 2... What sounded like a wooden structure being erected, as a droog hammered away for hours yesterday... *interested..
I sent an sms to Wayne von Bart of Parks at some point to say it sounded as if a guard hut was being built..*laughing... They appear to have a great deal worth protecting from the public gaze and a watchman would make sense...

You may recall when they sent the first big gang of pseudo-Parks wekkers in to set up a runoff from below the Senior Boys Hostel? They worked diligently out of sight for three days and the water became a steady river down the hill to the bottom of the valley... Alas, all the work was in vain, as I could see the water running down from my windows and from my verandah, and have the pictures to prove it...*shrieks...
Plan B was resorted to, and the setup over on the end of the little bluff was created.. Puzzled enquiries from residents were met with the ludicrous 'we're beautifying the spot' (which isn't visible to anyone but the occasional pedestrian risking life and limb as they cut through the horse-yard (valley) to Hugo Road or the Freeway...*beams..)

It's not ideal, as the old witch has already collected a series of photos showing a Construction vehicle arriving on a fairly regular basis for up to an hour at a time to 'manage' the runoffs... I remember casually mentioning way back to the Good Councillor, of the visit by a fire engine to the Crescent, and how I'd watched them uncap the fire hydrant across the road to stand about chatting as the resulting river poured down to Jan Smuts...
The Councillor had freaked out and said that the operation was highly illegal... The pictures that the firemen graciously allowed me to take at the time were eradicated from my little PC by my Controller, though I didn't discover that for some time...*winks...

I've given you the dates and times of many of the criminal activities I've witnessed, though in retrospect they will have been hastily removed from my blog prior to publishing... You GO mon Capitano! *cackles..

I like to think the hugely increased physical attacks currently (!) taking place, are an independent effort by a seriously disturbed Loser, but sadly I have to accept the probability that his behaviour is officially sanctioned...*shrugs... The few qualified Electrical Engineers that were persuaded by riches and ludicrously titled positions of power to stay on and assist with the Project's installation, know well what Colin Balliram is able to achieve in his rage, with the power they've given him to control....*blinks...
They've long since managed to dodge any guilt they may feel by insisting that I go out of my way to provoke the Cretin...*cackles... Unevenly matched as you find us to be, it works both ways believe it or not...

I was taken down to Home Affairs in Umgeni road yesterday afternoon. I've managed to lose my ID and had to go apply for another.. More astonishing technology as I was told to place my thumb against an active red light in a box...This would apparently send my prints to Big Brother's data base... Haikona! Try as she may, the lady couldn't get the gadget to see me...*shrieks... 'You'll have to go get inked after all,' she said... happily, I galloped over to the little inking room and enjoyed a chat with the pleasant person there... She even stood up and did a brief smiling dance with me! You've heard of Good energy? *grins...

When we walked out, it was to see the glaring activated orange light of the streetlight directly across the road from Home Affairs...*laughing... That light being on had absolutely nothing to do with the inability of the upgraded technology to recognize my thumbprint, right? *falls over choking... Bali had several days to set up any interference he wanted to cause and I'm guessing that's the best he could come up with...*roffels...
By then it was rush hour traffic and we headed home through the bustling Warwick Triangle...*spits in the general direction of the Crooked Town Clerk...

We swung into the Crescent to find the Master's three dogs nipping back and forth across the road, neatly dodging the flying cars... His gates stood open only a couple of feet wide, but more than enough to encourage the dogs out into the busy road...*vomits..
Be honest now! Say if you find this deliberate behaviour acceptable? *fascinated.. Has your gagometer long since hit overload as far as el Pollo de Grande is concerned and you're now innured to his displays of Idiocy?

Missus C has clearly turned the trials endured by their animals into an ongoing comedy worthy of regaling to her colleagues at the Mercedes Dealership in Pinetown..*grins.. Do you ALL find the practise of my Controller releasing his dogs into rush-hour traffic amusing? *astonished...

Poor Missus C will invariably squeak that it must have been the niece/gardener/mum, yadda yadda that left the gates open, but you will surely know better by now...*winks... I managed to get the Twins into my yard before they caused an accident, and then walked down to the top of Khaled's servitude and clapped my hands as loudly as I could over the roar of the traffic... No sign of the Nobster....
By the time I walked back up to my gates he was bounding up the verge towards me..*grins.. He went back through their gates obligingly and I forced them shut...*cackles.. I've no doubt whatsoever that the entire performance was watched and enjoyed by my Master at either Dodge City or from der Bunker...*shrugs...

Life's little pleasures are becoming harder to find by the day? Is there now a standard warning issued to female policewomen trainees should they be assigned to Dodge City? Or do the PTB simplify the matter by now only sending male trainees to the Station? Judging from the level of amusement Tweedledumb and his Monkey resort to by using the dogs, it's a clear indication of how far the Mighty have fallen...*laughing...

While sexual harrassment was a most enjoyable pastime over the years it took place, it's now necessary to tone it down a bit...*gags... Winding up the toad however, is always rewarding is it not? *grins... Using his dogs and risking motorist's lives is neither here nor there if it achieves it's ultimate goal... May I suggest you ask to see the footage showing his dogs in rush hour traffic yesterday and I leave it to you to decide whether you find any humour in the situation at all, or whether the Insurance Investigator should be alerted to the fact that the Master's gates still allow easy access to whichever asset the homeowners wish to replace...*laughing..

Is there a pattern to their 'robberies'? One a year? Twice a year on average? Do they change their Insurers regularly? Just kidding! Twill be yet another dead end IMO.. despite that the so-called Insurance Investigator sounded like a cop (and yes, he most certainly did), it's more than likely he belonged to the AmDram Society that flourishes up on the Hill..*keels over cackling..

Hopefully today's blog provided at least some amusement for the front desk of Merc. Pinetown, if to nobody else....*waves to the Sweeper...

Peace..

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Saturday 18th July 2009 at 11.28am..