Friday, January 15, 2010

KEEPING UP APPEARANCES....

(begun Friday 15th January at 3.45am...)

How many years ago was it that a pesky ring-neck dove barrelled through our bedroom picture window, shattering it into a zillion pieces? Four? Five? My concept of time has always been dodgy at best..
I'd called the Glassman down in Abrey/Sparks Road and he and his pony-tailed buddy arrived to fix it... At some point we'd got chatting about Mistuh E.M Barnabas and I was fairly taken aback to hear that the guy fully believed the Druglord had paid his dues and was on the straight and narrow... *grins...

*As I write this, my feeble memory is stirred and I KNOW I've told you this story somewhere earlier.. Another piece of the puzzle slots into place....*

How far back was Barnabas involved? From the very start? It's got to be at least since the SBV Heist in 1996, but I doubt he was considered anything other than a donor to a vital cause back then. Once he'd given enough of the stolen millions needed to buy the Presidency to the Shaiks, he'd insisted that the Zone be the birthplace of the Information Theft Scheme aka Muni's Wireless/Broadband Network System, and that he would be running the show... *nods...
Ask anyone here on the streets who Barnabas is, and chances are they will still say he's a Druglord unmatched...

Nonetheless, Earl was told to clean up his act and he set about determinedly doing just that and making himself look respectable... I'm guessing by 2004 he'd appointed several Lieutenants to run his drug sale Operations, while he concentrated on appearing regularly over at St. Ann's on Sundays, and generally presented himself as a reformed character... *gags.. NOT!
He was dealing with serious heavyweights in Government by way of the Whisperers, and in his new role as Overseer of the Project here in the Zone, his lucrative Banned Substance Industry was delegated to minions to control...

One of whom (once he'd left school in what, 2007? 2008?) turned out to be the son of Barnabas' fair Mistress, Carol Frankson... Up to that point young Baron and his mama had grown careless.. They'd taken way too much pleasure in toad-baiting and had been outed as a result... *grins..
Their contact with the Rotten Apples up at Dodge City had been blogged repeatedly and my guess is they'd been told to cool it in no uncertain terms...

Despite Barnabas' best efforts to distance himself from his main source of income, he couldn't bring himself to rescind the traditional contract he has with Sydenham Station, and it stands in place today... You have only to study how few noteworthy drug busts take place in Sydenham (an area that anyone will tell you is more drug saturated than ever before), to know there is a cozy deal in place...
Any raids worth noting are carried out by the Mayville Station cops or the Metro Police and even then, these are few and far between... *snorts.. In spite of the hard work done to muddy the waters, it's a given that Barnabas is STILL Druglord Supreme for the Zone... *shrugs...
I find it fairly sickening that so many of the Community have chosen to ignore the obvious, and accept the tickets for the Gravy Train he's handed out.. *looks at Father Gangsta Denker...

One of the first to knowingly buy into the lies and sell St. Theresa's and St. Philomena's down river, hey padre? I'm betting that by the time this Messenger of the Lord signed on the dotted line, Barnabas was a valued member of the St. Ann's flock, and had made some eye-watering donations to the Church... *cackles...
Once he'd softened up the easily persuaded old priest and had him sign up, all that remained was for Allen Spence (Superintendent of Electricity for Durban) and his gang of wekkers to start rigging up these establishments with the Project technology...

This was done with seemingly complete disregard for the welfare of the inhabitants of St. Theresa's, though it must be said that St. Phil's at least, shut down their Children's Home section and converted it to a Conference Centre come B&B... *waves to Fabian...
If you require a meters high mast situated on either of these properties to convince you of my claims, I can't provide them...
I can only insist that the hugely intense SE's run from these two institutions denote their value and contribution to the Project, not to mention the Wireless Song that floats out from the Recreation Centre as I write...

As I'd sat there at the Meeting and dropped Barnabas name into the pot, I'd naively thought that the good folks present would be shocked and horrified...*snorts... I'd requested only this last Monday on my monitored landline, that the Good Super investigate Barnabas' connection to Mo Shaik and der Kommissar...
I had gotten my reply only two days later and alarm bells rang loudly..
The results had been achieved way too quickly, and clearly the Druglord wasn't even attempting to hide his relationship with the Head of Sydenham Station...

I choose to believe that the Director of St. Theresa's had her misgivings, but was over-ridden by her Superiors. That once she and the Principal had signed the Official Secrets Act (a mere formality hey Earl?), their hands were tied...
I choose to believe that they do have the interests of the unfortunate orphaned or abandoned children that live on that property 24/7, at heart, but that they were persuaded there would be no risk to these kids..

Alas, were you to engage the Principal in conversation at this point, I'm betting he would follow Kiddo the Glass' example and insist that the Druglord is a changed man... That he is, indeed...
Keeping the Zone saturated with banned substances to enslave your children has become of secondary importance hasn't it Earl?
For Barnabas has found to his delight, the many more interesting doors that have been opened to him via the Info Theft Project.. The conversations that are now relayed to him by der Kommissar and Colin Balliram are often worth a great deal more than the proceeds from a large sale of drugs... *applauds.

The Zone is peopled by a huge amount of extremely affluent residents willing to buy information to further their aims... *looks at the Al Baraka Bank for starters.... The technology installed here in this area in particular, has ensured that the Druglord (and that he remains, however he attempts to disguise himself), will rule until he drops..
His protestations and pseudo-sincerity are bullshit... He has YOUR number and the means to now invade YOUR home, despite that you were so obliging as to sign the dotted line... You are OWNED! Why do you consider the journo wasn't approached? Could it be that his honesty and integrity were found off-putting and detrimental to the concept of manipulation and control?

Why else would he be having so many problems with his power supply? Does Captain Lazaras make an effort to befriend the journo for any other reason than to quell any suspicions he might have? *gags... The old Good Cop/Bad Cop routine? Your basic Psyche 101, and yet often still very effective? *waves to Salacious Crumb...
If Barnabas was careful in his role as Druglord, he is even more careful now as a Collector of Information....
He truly believes himself to be respectable, and will be reassured constantly by the Whisperers of his importance... You and I know differently, no matter how you pretend otherwise...

You and I need only research the archives at mybroadband and Karl Muller's qualified posts, to see what you've allowed to happen.. I don't believe the Rocket Scientist is in the habit of scare-mongering, as he accepts the fruits of his own lengthy association with microwaves with stoic good grace....
Earl Michael Barnabas remains a purveyor of drugs, despite that he has delegated that side of his business to his Lieutenants, to improve his image... Colin Balliram and One-Eyed Jack report to him willingly, despite my Network Admin's inevitible howls of protest... *grins..

Leonard Els of the Physics Department at Howard College? Who came across to Karl Muller as only too willing to assist? It's my contention that Mr. Els is fully aware of the state-aided institutions being rigged up countrywide with additional technology to aid the Big Brother Scheme.. Whether by choice or pressure exerted, I have to doubt that he will be allowed to get further involved...*sighs...
Sitting as he does, smack in the heart of the biggest Wireless base-station in SA, he will by now have been reminded sternly that mum's the word, now and ever after, amen...

Is the Strategist's star on the wane? In truth, he's begun making foolish errors.. Errors much as my own Network Admin has made, that will ultimately prove him to be no less than a criminal one way or another...
Tread softly now Janneman, for twould not be wise to end up tarred with the same brush as the perverted Colin Balliram or his Boss... A goonda IT thuggee that you and yours have used happily over the years to enact his 'special' brand of entertainment for the Troops...

God forbid you too are about to become a part of the floorshow? Horrors! Perhaps the quiet removal of the offending tower is after all, the way to go? *winks.. The removal of the blatant and official threats made to debbie would also be a good idea at this point..
Is it too late to undo the damage your 'strategies' are inflicting on the precious Project?
Have you lost the plot Jannie? *fascinated....
I may well be the biggest Idiot you've ever come across, but right now between you, the Druglord Barnabas, One-Eyed Jack and, last but never least, my own Network Administrator Colin Balliram, this House of Cards is looking rather more than just shaky... *roffels...

Fix it.

Peace..

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Friday 15th January 2010 at 3.34pm...