ARE YOUR EARS BURNING...?

(begun Monday 30th November at 7.25am...)

Did you know that every sound made in the cell housing the Kennedy Road thirteen is monitored and recorded? By a Prison Warder? Not a chance..... Every whisper, throat cleared, or cough, is captured neatly by the new and astonishingly improved technology. It's unlikely the Baker's Dozen are aware of this, and it might therefore be an excellent idea for their attorney to fill them in...*waves..
I'm betting twas one of the reasons they were moved back to Dodge City from the Westville Prison, and a darned good one at that...*blinks..

der Kommissar is now able to have their every word translated and recorded for possible future use against them. Do I hear you cry FOUL? Naaa..... You could care less what happens to them, and it's just their tough luck they're caught in the middle of this crap.

I've just tried calling the Hall Caretaker from my fixed line to his... As the dialtone begins I clearly hear the sound of the tap kicking in. Poorly done, though it's a given that your average sucker wouldn't be alerted... *sniffs...
Handing control of our phones to the Corrupt Lout that runs the Station and his grinning Sickophant, Colin Balliram, was about as low as it gets....but hey - my struggles surely provide endless entertainment...*cackles..

Tuesday 1st December at 4.15am...

The Twins woke me, or I'd still be snoring... The steady drizzle has let up for a bit, and the White Rats are making up for lost time... *grins...

I got home from the CPF Meeting last night a good deal later than usual. We'd gone on afterwards to the Engen Garage where there'd been a LOT of animated conversation...*winks..
Conversation that would have been listened to and watched as best the Plonkers at Dodge City could manage...
On principal these days, (and yeah, I still remember what that means, unlike yourselves), I don't open my fat mouth without considering my words are shared with more than those in my line of sight.... It's a useful habit that I've had to learn the hard way, and you'd do well to adopt it yourselves....

*Bali's given up on using anything remotely resembling an insect outside my window, and of late has taken to running what he probably considers the quietest of his SPFX electronic devices - a faint but perfectly audible ticking sound that he can't disguise...*laughing...*

I'd heard him slither in last night before I put my light out, and had grinned to think of how they must have battled to audio monitor last night's heated conversations. Prior to this, the GW and I had been openly discussing the possibility that I'd be given my marching orders at last night's Meeting. After all, der Kommissar had made such a song and dance to my Chairman last week, of my visit to the cells, that I'd been expecting an open reprimand at the very least. How wrong can you be? *beams..

Not a word on the matter was uttered and there was NO representative from Dodge city attending either... You just KNOW they were all huddled around the Abuser's PC with the Meeting room sound set to Speaker Phone and cranked to the maximum... *roffels.... Was the owner of the flash motorbike present at that little gathering as well? Ah yes - I've not forgotten you for a minute... *waves....

Was Salacious Crumb standing his usual obsequious two paces behind the Serial Sexual Offender or not? See, der Kommissar likes to drop the occasional comment that Lazzie is slack at his job as SAPS Comms. Officer, but I've always considered it to be a deliberate load of bullshit. Wouldn't it be ironic though, if the Crumb actually SAW the light and chose to do a runner just like the one he'd so casually said was stupid? Calvin Bhopal got in way over his pointy head and in the end swung a transfer to Berea Station, where hopefully he's still doing good work...*grins...
Surmise and supposition are a delicious if dodgy combination are they not?

Gawd, I've wandered off the beaten track again.... *sighs...

So - back to the Meeting.. It went off smoothly enough, though an element of panic crept in when it was realised that the good citizens of the Zone were not throwing money at the SAPS end-of-year Function as freely as they had in the past. I'd like to think it's more than just me that's woken at last to der Kommissar's extra-mural activities, but it may just be that cash flow is tighter than usual this year... *waits...

It was almost the end of the Meeting when the matter arose out of the blue, and my Chair was asked why we are manipulated constantly by Dodge City for no returns at all... A horrified silence ensued at the temerity of the member's question, before we all started speaking at once! *cheers loudly...
How I enjoy the sight of the glazed looks as they slide off the member's faces and they sit up and pay attention! *grinning....

My VC had rushed off just prior to the outburst and I was grateful for that... I'm well aware that my fondness and admiration for this wonderful person isn't shared by everyone and does my cause no good at all.... That her ongoing agenda to support and protect the Criminal that heads SAPS Sydenham is now seen by many and not just this idiot toad... *sighs...
It reminds me of just how old I really am, and of when honour and loyalty were still prized... There's a certain amount of doubt as to her relationship with One-Eyed Jack and whether it goes back to familial ties and friendships, or whether she operates to another agenda entirely.

I choose to believe that she is tirelessly working for the Muslim community as a whole, and that she's been tasked to protect this Crook until such time as the Information Theft Project is fully operational throughout the Zone... Call me mental (and of course you do!) but I find that admirable. That she can overlook der Kommissar's disgusting and abusive treatment of women alone, when, were she to have lived back in the days of suffragettes (sp), she would have been a Leader for Women's Rights, shows her dedication to the role she now plays.

I only hope my garbled explanation is understood. More and more of our CPF Members are judging her on what they see, and seem incapable of seeing the bigger picture. She remains a light in the darkness and it will take a great deal to have me change my tune..*sighs...
That aside, I had the opportunity of bringing up the matter of the surveillance cameras, that der Kommissar so kindly confirmed exist, at last week's Motherbody Meeting.
An oops moment Tweedledumb? Or have you since hastily persuaded your Superiors to believe it's not a bad thing for the Community (aaaaand here we go with the Could not contact blogger.com blah, blah....) to KNOW they're watched at random?

I then suggested to the good man at No. 16 who was present, that he may be interested to know that the Head of Dodge City openly admitted to watching my comings and goings on camera, while oddly he hadn't announced seeing the intruders trying to access No. 16's home in the dead of night some weeks back. Food for thought I believe it's called...*cackles and waves to Pramith...
Do you see now young man? Do you see how your Tutor has misled you all as he teaches you to access other PC systems nearby? Do you realise that by doing this you have strengthened the signal, allowing it to reach One-eyed Jack up at Dodge City, with ease? That he can now with your help, sit at ease behind his desk and direct operations, including sending unwelcome visitors to YOUR home?

The Microwave Boffin stood up to be counted last night (metaphorically speaking of course) and for that, he should be applauded... *claps loudly... His brief testimony describing the new and tiny cameras that are now available to monitor every man Jack, gave much needed credence to my claims.. He knows what he's talking about, and I tell you that unless the Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, the Cretin Allen Spence, comes out himself to personally show you which part of your streetlight now bears these near-invisible cameras, you will not recognize them... *shrugs...
I guess the Boffin is of the opinion the the RF fallout is negligible, and not a risk to humanity at all...? Whether he's also of the opinion that the power circuits may be safely operated by laymen such as Colin Balliram is another matter. Whether he knows how my Master can and does increase the emissions of EMF in our house to appalling levels, is unknown.
His field of expertise is in the design and erection of towers, and it's doubtful he would even consider the possibility of using emissions to deliberately attack individuals...*shrugs..

Does he know WHEN they began installing the cameras? Right back in 2004 or before? Does he know when the computer program that operates these cameras became available to the Abuser and his IT Specialist, the Cracker Colin Balliram? My guess is no, he doesn't...
Were he to finally realise that, even as his own son was attacked in their home by intruders all that while back, there is a strong probability that the entire operation was arranged by One-Eyed Jack himself... Would he be shocked?
The Microwave Boffin says that the quality of the pictures is poor.. I counter that with reading of a satellite sent up not long ago that was among other things, touted to improve this visual quality dramatically, including the footage taken at night... (google?)

All this endless talk, talk, talk, while up in a small cell at Dodge City sit thirteen innocent young men, at the mercy of a raving megalomaniac. I am shamed that all the Heads of the CPFs in the Zone studiously avoid speaking of the matter.
I am shamed that not one of them has the balls to stand up and say he will take them food and hand it to them personally, despite all objections raised by Tweedledumb.

When these young people are finally released, they will emerge justifiably angry. I doubt they will come out thinking of ways to improve the shackdwellers lot... Instead they will always and forever regard the Law as crooked and unjust and in their cases, rightly so. Another proud moment for you all?

Each one of those thirteen deserves to be freed and given intensive counselling and rewarded for their endurance individually. They need to be shown that Good does exist after all, and that criminals like der Kommissar will get their come-uppance in the end...
Another pipe dream, courtesy of a Moron, alas...

Peace...

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Tuesday 1st December 2009 at 10.17am...

INTIMIDATION....

(begun Sunday 29th November at 6.40am..)

I had reason to climb the ladder and look over our 8 foot boundary wall down into the valley yesterday. It appears as though the Park's-attired droog spotted last week carrying a large chainsaw, returned on Thursday while I was out, to radically prune the trees bordering my Network Admins. valley-facing deck.

*Suddenly, I discover as I'm writing this, that my head is aching, and a second later the house alarm next door is triggered. As fast as it stops, my headache disappears. Hau! Overly enthusiastic Bali?*

She has no need to remind me that her daughter is basically good. I never gave up on her, despite her ongoing efforts to prove that she supports the criminal she's bound to... It's true that it's her skills at prevarication that have bailed her SO out of sticky situations on many occasions, and have consolidated my ruination...*coughs... Ironically, I'm not quite toad enough to be totally happy for her, if she's persuaded him to move from this topographically (IMO) risky area....
Were they to relocate just across the road, (as Khaled is thankfully doing in the New Year), it's a given that the Captain of Immense Courage will remain in our home as always, though he will no longer have to attempt to keep up appearances...*cackles..
She knows he lies to her, and yet what can she do? I still question the motives behind her taking in her niece and insist there was an element of cold calculation behind her kind gesture...*sighs..
The Network Admin. neither knows nor cares whether there will be a long-term price to be paid for his and his family's participation in the Project. He can't think further than his next stealthy visit to the bedroom of a couple of unsuspecting residents going at it in their so-called Private Domain.... *vomits.. By now you will know that this is an accurate description of his preferences...

Sometimes I wish that he was the sharp, clever individual I foolishly imagined him to be, when the attacks began all those years ago, and I grovelled and gibbered at his feet in terror and awe...
Alas, like the Wizard of Oz, he's revealed himself to be less than perfect in all areas..*sighs.. The ideal inane Tool to be partnered with that other Pervert of note, One-eyed Jack..

Whether Jannie had any say in the actual choice of these two dodgy characters to lead the way for the Information Theft Project, aka Muni's Wireless/Broadband Network System, here in the Zone, is doubtful. Were he to have raised objections, my guess is that Barnabas would have run squealing to Schabir and Mo, and the Strategist's misgivings would've been over-ridden and silenced...
I give you more credit than you deserve Jannie? *curious... Another answer I'll never be given fosho...

How have we fared since all the work done on el Monstro's electric gates last week, and the strange paint job that was done to the motor and arm? I didn't notice any dips to our system last night, but nothing else worth mentioning.... *shrugs...
I got back from the Shongweni Farmers Market yesterday, to find Nobby in the road. I went down and without any effort, pushed open the gates to a man-sized gap and let him back in. There's a new little sticker on the gates in red and white, but I didn't have time to study it. Does it claim that the gates are now secure? *roffels...
I'd unforgivably forgotten to unblock the hole under our valley wall, and it was only hours later that Pepsi finally voiced her frustration aloud and I went down and let them in. They stayed until I'd fed them some liver and rice and then asked to go home, as they could hear Dimples playing outside, and so I happily obliged...*beams...

There are again Notices tacked onto the poles to say our power will be off for the day tomorrow... Any changes that'll affect us? *interested....

LATER at 1.35pm

My master gleefully began his mischief making last night as I struggled with our now totally corrupt Word. I felt he deserved a reward for his perseverence and so I went over to gmail and sent the Executive Director of Children of Africa my blogger.com address and suggested he read The Baker's Dozen...*grins...

I had a reply to my mail from him this morning.. He'd read my blog and mentioned that he'd penned another article on the injustice surrounding the incarceration of the Kennedy Road 13. It was published recently in the Witness but I'd missed it. He'd said in his mail that a small paragraph mentioning der Kommissar by name had been omitted during publication. This was no error, but would have been done by a cautious Editor, according to the GW.
I would of course advise the Exec.Director to continue freely writing of the exploits of this Habitual Sexual Offender and colleague to our local Druglord, but to in future refer to him using titles we've come to know and loathe.... Station Head, Rambo, der Kommissar etc, and quite possibly soon to be Herr Direktor..... *looks at Holson with sympathy...

Advice that he unfortunately won't be taking, as it happens. Since recently getting what he described as an extremely intimidating phone call from a gentleman purporting to be employed by the SA Secret Service Agency, the Exec.Director of Children of Africa has decided it would be wiser to cease writing articles on the plight of the Abahlali movement.
I requested that he forward me the number of the cowardly thug that made the call and he replied that it came from a blocked number.. I find I'm trembling a little from rage as I write, that an honest and good man should be subjected to the crap I've endured for years... *gets a grip..

How simple for would-be Special Agent Colin Balliram to lift the telephone numbers from my mails and persuade a mate to make the menacing call? The fact that this clearly threatening call was made only AFTER I began corresponding with the Exec.Director, leads me to believe that la Petite Merde is heavily involved...*spits....

I'm not above begging and now ask that Jannie forgo the *coughs* current challenges that beset him regarding the cellmasts, and that he track the perpetrator of this phonecall and have him flogged. As grateful as I am that I can now sit down in front of the TV and enjoy watching, without the Chop next door blacking out our screen, would I willingly accept that corrupt behaviour in return for your help in this matter... *martyred sigh....
I beg that you don't shrug me off muttering that you can't get involved in politics.. You know as well as I do that the call was made only AFTER I began writing to the Exec.Director via gmail.
You know that several different contact numbers appeared on his mails and I'm betting it was one of those that was used by someone known to Colin Balliram to put the frighteners on this good man.

You have the power to call him and make the necessary enquiries and to reassure him that he's safe. He says the call came from a blocked number which I guess could make it that much trickier... When you've finished shaking your head at my cheek, I would ask that you sit quietly and consider my request.... That despite knowing who you are, and what you do, I continue to believe you have the means to have these thuggees sat on, and hard at that.

You may care to begin your enquiries with that Coward of Note, my own Special Agent and would-be Spy, Colin Balliram, and you may also care to consider that THIS number may be involved.. 084 262 3111. A long shot, and I don't know why, but I remember something about that number....... *fuzzy...

You may want to remember that when he opens his mouth, (much like our corrupt Town Clerk) the lies fall out.. Tis a matter of insignificance to Your Greatness and yet to me, of huge importance... Can you contact the Exec.Director and persuade him to continue working for the freedom of ALL the people of this country? Can you lift his crushed spirits and show him that all is not lost?

With the hugely increased and refined methods of tracking available to you, I'm confident that you can find the bastard who made the call and give him a few nightmares of his own..*grins...
You have access to my PC and to all my mails. You are more than welcome to read them all to aid your search. I have, as you know, nothing to hide..

Protestations that my faith is misplaced simply won't do...*winks.. Besides, it's a wonderful opportunity to polish up the old image after it's taken a few hard knocks of late... *get's up from it's bended knees....

Peace...

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Monday 30th November 2009 at 3.09pm.