RUNTS OF WAR...

(begun Saturday 7th August at 3.55am..)

Everything about him said streetkid... Nothing clean and shiny or clothes-conscious about this one.. Working with our athletic Mr. Nimble, or an independent?
We'd stopped on our way home on Thursday, up at No. 33, and the GW and K were standing in the drive reminiscing about old times..
Laaitie (sp) simply couldn't resist, and thought he'd glide on by unnoticed and give himself a few brownie points for nerve...
I called out to him and he kept going.  I called out again sharply, and he had no choice but to stop...

Twelve?  A stunted thirteen?  Thin as a rail, with eyes a mixture of yellow and red, and a snotty nose, I'd bet he could get through the smallest of gaps and into your home in a flash... He made a decision and switched on his traffic light persona and headed back towards us whining at the old 'auntie' for money... I just shrugged and said no deal, and he headed smartly back off up the Crescent...
I can picture One-Eyed Jack hanging out at the carwash in Clayton Road and calling this kid over.. He'd probably heard rumours of the youngster's skills and would have offered him a cellphone from the Recovered Goods section up at the Station, if the kid didn't already own several that he'd 'liberated'  *snorts...

So we've got Mr. Nimble who's lean and wiry, but at the top end of his teens, and now this sick-looking runt, and THIS one, who at first glance looks barely out of matric, all working the area diligently at the behest of the criminal Nayager... *yawns...
Unsurprisingly, the Scrabble Player had his giant valley-facing signal-enhancer running last night as a result of these visits.. He didn't need his Network Admin. to request it be activated either..
Had Bigears Balliram eavesdropped on No. 10 and heard them discussing the added cost of running that biggun regularly?  Energy saver se GAT!   Did the Creep and his colleague One-Eyed Jack feel it was time to encourage them to activate it more often?  You betcha!  *gags...

You've heard how I switched the PC on yesterday at 3.00pm to blog, and how Nobby had almost immediately roared his disapproval as an uninvited guest jumped to their deck again?  How I'd abandoned the computer and gone out to find the pool storage cupboard once again open and the contents strewn about?
(Hell, if it worked once, why not flog that dead horse?)  I went out five minutes later with the toy pellet gun and he'd thrown himself down on the grass near the giant fig tree below in the valley..
I got him to lift his head by firing a few feeble shots in his direction, and indicated that he stay there while I trundled back indoors for my camera.. I took a couple of pics when I returned, but he quite rightly kept his face averted till I'd finished and had given him a thumbs-up, at which point he'd waved... *grins..

I brought the two yappers indoors and shut them in so I could get on and publish my blog, though I could hear him and his mates whistling in a vain attempt to set them off again.... All in a day's work Balliram?  Somehow I know that if I'd sat down at 11.00am to blog, the same scenario would have played out.. *snorts..
A cheap and very effective little band of employees, right?  The kid that strolled by No. 33 on Thursday would have been as happy with a pot of glue as a R20 note...

I was heading off to bed last night when the GW held out the Mercury and said he thought I might be interested..... Page 14 of the August 6th issue Natal Mercury under a column titled Town Planning.
Towards the bottom of the page is a heading saying Central (Durban Planning Scheme) Proposed.
There's an MTN mast going up at the Mayville Primary School at 19 Grammar Road, Mayville. In addition to a base Station, or is the Mast itself considered such?  *clueless...

Not a MINI-base station like St. Theresa's, but a full-on beauty, smack dab on the school's premises.  Saturation is after all the key to the Muni's Wireless/Broadband Network System, and I'm guessing that mast will just clear the hills in between, to speak directly to Mr. Leonard Els' Mother of all Base Stations over at Howard College?
The job is being handled by the hilariously titled Renee, Royal Planner and Environmental Consultant.  A friend of Earl Michael Barnabas perchance?  *sniffs the wind....

Ain't nobody going to see that tiny little Proposed notice tucked away in the Mercury, and the mast and base-station will be up in a flash.  How many kids at the Westridge School will feel the effects when it's activated?  How many at the Mayville Primary school will fall inexplicably ill and experience at the very least the ubiquitous 'tinnitus' as a direct result?  *interested...
Oddly enough, we'd taken a spin up behind the Mayville cop shop the Thursday before last, and those little roads above Cato Crest were a hive of activity, with dodgy contractors everywhere you looked...
MTN will pay the Mayville Primary School for the privilege of installing this enormous load of technology within spitting distance of hundreds of young learners... Will the National Lottery step in as well, with a 4-phase upgrade for the school?  Will the upgrade compensate the minority of kids more obviously affected by the leap in mast emissions?  Not bloody likely..
But hey, that's Progress for you...*shrugs...

(I've already noticed how it's now MTN's turn to come out of the shadows and take over from vodacom for a while *winks at the Project Authors... Neato..)
Handouts and donations made, in an effort to have Joe Public believe they're the Good guys, while you can bet the huge increase in cancer-related illnesses will go unreported...
Has the Controller for that area been appointed yet?  Someone who's lived there for some time, or a newbie installed in a recently acquired strategically sited property?  *curious...
A Controller touted for the position by the Druglord?  By Balliram?   You want to bet that the Mayville Controller is known to the Creep and that they communicate on a regular basis already?

Where TF are the Good Guys and how can they sleep at night?  *looks at the Poison Rabbit and skydog... What is WITH you?  While it's understandable you bought into the careful and deliberate smear campaign which I myself compounded for yonks, by now (unless you're totally blind), you must see the truth of the matter?  That your so-admired Cracker and his charming and very articulate car salesperson wife are FAR from the picture they've painted for you all these years?
That their astonishing and seemingly endless list of contacts are due to their ties to the sleazy curry mafia and the Druglord Barnabas and not to legitimate networking after all...

I'm betting that more than a few of you have realised by now how neatly you've been conned, but have chosen to remain cautiously silent...
A proud moment in a string of such achievements?
Two schools nailed for the price of a base-station and mast?  Unlikely as it is that you would hear of any young victims of this technology, you can continue to go happily about your business and cling to your excellent internet connection with glee...
I'm here to tell you that no matter what the Courageous Couple feed you, since Nayager's downfall, Balliram's devotion to this sleazebag burns as brightly as ever it did...

How bitterly and acidly did so many of you post, on the Whisperer's compassionate parole?  How many of you came to regret those posts as the scales fell from your eyes?
As you finally joined the dots and found that our Head of Intelligence is giving the likes of Agliotti, Rassool and Barnabas (for starters) huge areas to control, via the Muni's Wireless/Broadband Networking system..

Saying I talk kak won't wash.. Sure there's been stuff in the Press lately that's made me think there's hope yet.. *startled.. Nonetheless, Selebi and his friend Nayager are still a long way off donning the regulatory orange boilersuits... Call me when that happens...

LATER at 7.00am

I snuck back to bed and dreamed that me and my long last-seen sister were somewhere at the shops... She bought a smart leather handbag while I happily settled for el cheapo in plastic... She'd lost a ton of weight and had nary a wrinkle on her... Oh, shallow toad!  *sighs....
I lost her at some point and instead I saw the little white dog being bundled out of a car onto the freeway by Toti... Terrified by all the Sunday traffic she'd darted about until the old lady saw her and pulled up to try and save her... I woke and got out of bed hastily...
If I were to find that the granny survived and is well, and that it wasn't Pepsi after all, would I stop having that ghastly recurring dream?  *looks at Balliram.. What do you think el Monstro?   *curious...

Peace..

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Saturday 7th August 2010 at 6.41pm.