Sunday, May 16, 2010

KEPT IN THE DARK....

(begun Friday 14th May at 9.00am...)

Right now, wherever you look in every corner of the land, our countrymen are gainfully employed as they relentlessly dig trenches to unwittingly enslave themselves forever... One of the only positives to emerge from this corrupt experiment has to be the work generated for the otherwise jobless masses....
I sent the Gazette Journo a text earlier, suggesting a way to cheer at least a few of these industrious wekkers and raise their spirits...
I'm well aware that so much that is published in our local rag must likely first be vetted by the Druglord or his proxy Lazarus, so I don't hold my breath that my suggestion will be found suitable...

As one of the larger investors in the Information Theft Project, the al Baraka Bank may recoil at the thought of publicly aiding the masses, aka die swart gevaar, in any way... *snorts... While they have an astute Promotion Team and appear regularly in the Press in the form of benefactors to the Community, it won't surprise you to learn that their contributions more often than not consist of updating school's computer facilities... *belches...
You'll have to wait and see whether they're bold enough to brighten the cable-layer's lives or not..

I stepped into the courtyard to see the Sorcerer's Apprentice, Philip, looking down at me from where he was sweeping on top of Balliram's garage roof at 8.30am... There've been considerable changes to the Courageous Couple's routine of late, and I was at one point truly concerned that Missus C may have fallen ill... This morning however, images of her busily packing boxes beset me, and I remind myself sternly that it wasn't that long ago she told me herself they had no plans to relocate... All along you've taken offence when I've insisted that prevarication is her forte....  I smell a runner on the cards and only hope I'm proven wrong... *yawns..
I'd pulled in to the ex-Treasurer's driveway last Saturday and we'd stood chatting for a while and at some point I'd scribbled the links for Trower's podcast (an error occurred while saving) and Karl Muller's posts and given them to her...     I've just confirmed that she didn't give them to him after all... Does this matter?
The audio-monitoring devices planted there, picked up enough of our conversation to have the family queue jumped and 'attended' to the following Wednesday evening?
At this rate it won't be long before Laz disappears up his own behind and re-emerges to join Nayager on the other side of the fence... Although the SAPF Comms. Officer is just a temporary measure until Barnabas can find a more suitable puppet to run the Station, he came out of the closet back in 2008 and proved himself to be every bit as corrupt as Nayager...
Am I alone in my assessment?  'Fraid not Earl old boy.... You'd best crank your search up a notch or two and be quick about it, or the Crumb will end up joining Nayager and Balliram in blowing the lid off this filthy can of wickedness...
How's about you join the twenty-first century and abandon the goonda-style thuggery?  Sure it's served you well enough in the past and helped make you a rich man... But the way things are looking right now you could easily end up the most despised crook in the country despite all your efforts to appear respectable, and while your Drug Empire's coffers continue to groan under their steadily increasing load........ (Error occurred while saving)...*shrugs...

A special task team to combat the Drug situation here in the Zone Laz?  (see The Rising Sun May 12th, Page 3).. Really?  Encourage independents to set up shop and then take them down publicly at your leisure for the Press, while the Peer of the Realm sits smugly choosing which current juicy morsel of stolen information will net him the biggest profit?  
LATER at 12.15pm..

I've just been up to find another of the larnie honey-suckers parked outside our gates.. They had the small cover off in the road by the hydrant and were peering down into it...' We're just going to fill the tanker' said the smiling Murugen look-alike.... I didn't hang about to watch but came back down instead... *vaguely disturbed... A long overdue runoff, disguised as filling the tanker?

Saturday 15th May at 5.00am..

My battered ears distort the sound of the traffic as it crosses the freeway and the noise is carried up the valley on the strong southerly wind... My microwaved hearing gives off a steady and not unpleasant hum...
I'd gone up some time after the sewage vehicle had left yesterday and found evidence of a large amount of water having run right down to the stopstreet, further undermining Ballirams verge and driveway... *sighs..

Do you not agree that for every large consignment of drugs that's netted by hard-working and dedicated cops, the haul is divided up among druglords across the country for re-distribution?  Pictures of piles of dagga going up in flames as cops stand guard with silly smiles on their faces are merely amusing... Has it never crossed your mind to wonder what happens to the heroin, cocaine and other hard drugs that are supposedly recovered?  *looks at Barnabas...

There'll always be a market greedy for what you sell and by golly, since you've added information theft to your business interests, you must be fairly wallowing in filthy lucre by now... *waves....
I guess the steady stream of income to your drug empire bores you these days... That right now it's the adrenalin rush you get when one of your Controllers whispers in your ears of a particularly filthy bit of gossip they've overheard between some high-powered businessmen who are otherwise regarded as pillars of society?  *grins.. 
That frisson of delight as you figure out the most profitable way to use this stolen information..
The only thing that matters is the here and now hey Earl?   
You can't be bothered to look far enough ahead and see how neatly even you and yours will be OWNED in the long run, despite that you do so much of their work for them... Eh!! Words..... 

Sunday 16th May at 5.30am..

The chopper heads along Randles Road and circles back over St. Theresa's at a height that won't disturb too many sleepers at this hour..
All these years and words and I'm no nearer figuring out what ghastly yarn the PTB employ that has so many otherwise Good people willingly signing over their lives...  I still scratch my head at the apparent randomness of those considered worthy to be Chosen and those not.
There has to be more to the sales pitch than just catching tax-evaders and terrorists FFS..  Something that shames the enlisted into keeping silent?
Something that embarrasses them into holding their tongues?  Many have by now realised their mistake, but are too terrified to make a move...
It's fear that keeps them silent fosho, but fear of what? *baffled...

Has His Chubby-Cheeked Shinyness been used deliberately to drive home a point?  Has Malema himself been instrumental in the enrolment of hundreds to the Project, who otherwise may have had second thoughts?  You can bet on it.... 
How easily you were persuaded that giving up your privacy was the only answer to saving the lives of you and your loved ones... Barrie Trower and Karl Muller can chirp all they please, but their warnings are of a horror that seems distant and unreal, while it's the here and now that frightens you all so badly....

You pick up your axes and your Chopper and mindlessly go about doing your bit to enhance the Blessed signal, disregarding that both you and your kids may well be being tutored by a criminal who in turn is employed by criminals....  
And there you thought by getting rid of der Kommissar you'd removed the danger of your home being stealthily invaded and your privacy removed... *laughing...

Wake up and smell the greasepaint folks!  The skinny-shanked, One-Eyed Creep and his IT Monkey are busily visiting your homes on the QT as often as they ever were....
If you don't stand up and fight for honest Monitors/Controllers you're lost forever, never mind die swart effing gevaar!
The Project Authors consider you that stupid that you will buy this latest elaborate scam and accept that Nayager has been removed from his post and is out of the Game...
It's a downright lie.. Even his repeated howls of outrage in the Press are engineered to pull the wool over your collective eyes....

Nayager and his IT Security Specialist, the Cracker Colin P. Balliram, are as busy as ever leaping into your homes via the jackpoints of their choice, listening to your most private of conversations and tapping both your landlines and cellphones as they watch you come and go from whichever camera they've had activated...*spews....
Are YOU due to be made an example of this week?  Will it be YOUR family used to consolidate the mass fear and keep you toeing the line?
It's nothing personal?  Bullshit!!! Nayager dislikes the Good Man up at No. 16 intensely, despite that the family have been among the very earliest of the Chosen and contribute handsomely to the Project...
As a result, they have been repeatedly attacked and terrorised, and it may well be your turn next.. Your only safety lies in having this Brute and his Lackey locked away without access to ANY technology whatsoever, and let's face it, that ain't gonna happen...

The Crumb is fast climbing the ladder behind them.. Another whose questionable character will have him salivating as he eavesdrops on your private conversations...
Who can you trust or turn to with your fears?  Barnabas?  Jannie van Zyl?  I guess you're screwed and going to have to learn quite smartly to watch your tongue even in your own homes..

There was always a price to pay for your perceived safety, and alas, it wasn't in the fine print when you signed up.... Go about your business and try to be kind to your fellow-man as you promote this death-dealing Project.. There's little else that you can do..*shrugs...

Peace..   (Clicking Publish gets me nowhere.  A window asks instead whether I wish to navigate away from this page...*winks......It eventually took the GW to ask whether I was still connected and of course I wasn't... The connection had been dropped when I clicked on Publish.... *grins... This behaviour allays your fears at my persistent allegations? How? )

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Monday 17th May 2010 at 7.44am...