SHAPE UP OR SHIP OUT...

(begun Monday 19th July at 6.45am...)


You may remember that I'd toyed with the idea that it had been Peter Williams and his team of wall-hopping droogs that were placing the little transmitter/receivers about the neighbourhood..  Williams, supposedly employed by the Flame Lily board and whose business card reads 'Surveillance Expert'..*laughing..
I'd thought here out loud that it was possible the Druglord's ex handled the purchase of these nifty devices on her trips to the East...
Williams has long since vanished and doubtless criss-crosses the province rigging up other Moth-affiliated institutions to run compatibly with the Muni's Wireless/Broadband Networking System... *shrugs...

The question now is who holds the contract to continue saturating the area with these miniscule devices and who maintains and replaces them should any of them end up in the blue Park's refuse bags? *winks.. Do we have another contender? *looks at the Reservist....
Who took over after the 'Surveillance Expert' moved on?  Who is now tasked to stick these devices on walls and trees throughout the Zone?  *beams at the self-confessed technology fundi....

There's no fee involved?  You do it for the Cause?
An amiable bear of a man, who volunteered to join the Games played out of Dodge in an effort to avert a looming mid-life crisis?  I've mentioned before how much I enjoy his carefully contrived tales, though twas a BSOD to tell me Koobair the Squat was merely a manipulated pawn.. That remark pretty much put the lid on it for me, and the indelible picture I have of that rotund little man glowering at me as he fired his service revolver repeatedly in the air...
Koobair was directly responsible for my friends at No. 4 relocating to what they hoped was a safer area, after the arranged entry to their home went so horribly wrong and they were shot.. *nauseated...

Ngidi it was that told the good Councillor that Koobair had been elevated to Co-ordinator of Druglords across the country... Look where Ngidi is today.. I'm guessing set up with ease and taken down on whose orders?  The answer to that question might provide some interesting links if you could be sure it was the truth, hey Earl?   It appears the ex-Provincial Commissioner slipped up along the way, but compared to the mass of bloated porkers who continue to loot the troughs on a grand scale, he was small fry....

Have you seen the sinkholes starting to appear in the Crescent between here and the Blind Home?  I guess it won't be long before this little stretch of road begins caving in bigtime, for no other reason than the vast amounts of water deliberately run off over the years.. Outwardly, the new blue waterlines appear to be coping, but what's quite possibly being run off surreptitiously through the OLD lines may well be the reason for the increasingly visible damage to the road surface....

I shouldn't be surprised to find that both Parks and the Electricity Departments run night classes for their staff to become proficient at prevarication... When Mother Grundy squeals like a whistling balloon as they brutally chop down another landmark tree, she won't necessarily settle for the old white-ant ploy any more... Are the employees now urged to be creative with their lies, or is speed the main factor?
How are the Good being persuaded to remain silent?
Are they told that there are at least 5 other people qualified to do their job, so they should play along and perpetuate the lies and they'll be duly rewarded?
What if you're not one of the majority of thick-skins who are totally oblivious to the huge increase in EMR emissions?   What if (godforbid) you still have PRINCIPALS?  That you find the entire project distasteful and corrupt no matter the deceptively reassuring and logical package it wears?

The bad news is that it's way too late to back out now.. It's literally shape up or ship out time... *sighs.. Ship out where?
Another year or two and no mass cases of leukemia or tumors revealed in the Press, and the rest of the world will begin to up THEIR levels of EMR, using Crackers and hackers to falsify medical records that could prove a problem... *shrugs..
A sheep farm on the North Island?  A crocodile farm in Outer Waratunga?  There's be a mast up outside your old sash windows within a month...*grins..
So I guess you'll have to just stick it out and go along with the lies and hope that you and yours will emerge as Survivors...

Tuesday 20th July at 5.00am..

I'd been later than usual switching off my bedside lamp last night.. Twice in the early hours Balliram's house alarm shrieked out into the dark... This isn't something that usually happens in error when he's in residence, but rather a sign that he's seriously peeved about something..
Last night's CPF Meeting was for us, well attended, despite his fraudulent blocking of what I guess are more than just a few of my text reminders?  *curious..
The positive attitude that filled that little monitored room, due to the arrival of one well-spoken and articulate policeman?  It matters not which Team he bats for, he should IMHO watch his back carefully.. The Fall-Guy fosho...
The Officer had on this occasion been standing in for our designated representatives and it's doubtful he'll ever be allowed to, or wish to repeat his gesture, but what a pleasure it was to see how things COULD be..
There are changes coming to Dodge..
The temporary Head of Station who hails from a 2-year? stint at Chats. has been made permanent, and we were told that the Good Super Mngomezulu is to return soon...

Is Lazzie still confident that the Druglord will look after him?  Does the Crumb insist he can continue running circles around the good officers with Balliram's assistance?  Will the good officers realise that there isn't an inch at Dodge that can't now be audio-monitored and their conversations overheard?  Not a fixed line or cellphone that can't be recorded and played back?  That their own cellphones can be activated remotely and used to amplify private conversations?
It's a near impossible concept to grasp, but I will continue to insist that until such time as he is locked away, Nayager is among those that eavesdrop on certain officers at the Station... Language won't be a problem either, as he will have his bought and paid for translators on the job as well...
Has the full realisation of his predicament hit him yet?  Does he still kid himself he'll regain his throne?
Has Barnabas promised he'll keep him out of jail as long as he and Balliram continue to produce the results he needs?  *nods...

There's no way out of these woods guys, and looking over your shoulder will have to become a way of life...

Is the mirrored harddrive only resorted to for *coughs* extreme cases, or are there dozens of us scattered about the Zone?  *looks at the Chop.... In the five years since Larsson first published his book, technology has leapt forward with dazzling strides, and I've little doubt that it's no longer anywhere near as complicated as it sounds to achieve a so-called hostile take over of a computer or laptop.. Would you be aware of an uninvited guest?  *curious..
No, not you dear... You were recruited early on because of your IT skills, and there's no need to monitor those already OWNED so completely... *waves...

Minutes before I left for the Meeting last night, the Surviving Twin came panting in out of the dark valley.. I'd gone down immediately to block off the gap under the wall and discovered a half slice of bread lying in the centre of the gap... I've bagged it and will drop it off at the Vet to see whether it contains poison... *teeth..
One of our Members reported later at the Meeting that there'd been a large dog lying dead up in the little park opposite our ex-Treasurer's home, over the weekend...
The hoodie-wearing Bushdweller following orders?  It's likely that were the loyal Nobby to be tossed a slice of doctored bread, he would gobble it down in a trice, no matter what had been added to it... *watches Balliram closely...

On a scale of one to ten in the Animal Lovers Department, I'd rate you at about minus 5.. Easily capable of having an animal killed, as long as you didn't have to grubby your own already filthy hands personally.. Fact.
The gap in our valley boundary wall is situated so that it's impossible for that piece of bread to have been casually tossed there.. Indeed, I guess it was placed there in the hopes that either fat Sophie or the Surviving Twin would eat it...*studies the picture of the hoodie-wearing runner on Zoom...

LATER at 7.10am...

The storage cupboard door outside the Bunker stands wide open.. Will the Cracker say that someone visited his property last night and that's what set the alarm off TWICE?  *grins... Our boundary wall is as closely monitored as his, and he would be a Liar to deny it...

LATER at 10.20am..

The alarm next door was set off twice again after daylight, and I have a strong feeling that our Network Admin wishes me to blog this... *obliges... To what end Creep?  What snake-oil potion have you cooked up for your cretinous Fanbois this time? *winks... Enigmatic? Dangerous? *doubles over with mirth... More like the effing Wizard of Oz you nanas!!!!

Peace..

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Tuesday 20th July 2010 at 1.19pm.