SACRIFICIAL LAMB.....
(begun Sunday 8th August at 6.45am...)
*Now 12.52pm.. Balliram came home much earlier. An odd time it is indeed, for him to be banging about so noisily in the wind... Easier to 'manage' me blogging from such close range? *waits. *
As I went up the last set of our 52 stairs to the road, the transmitter/receiver hidden by the rockery purred it's welcome and I spat companionably in it's direction...
It's clear that our Controller and Network Admin., the Fraud Balliram, has gotten out of bed on the wrong side on this otherwise beautiful day..
My toothache has escalated to earache, though it lessened fractionally when I spoke aloud a minute ago and suggested the Chop turn it down, before he typically resumed the attack...
How ironic that all the metal in my mouth allows me to monitor the Creep's moods so accurately... It's not random increases in emissions or wrongly chosen frequencies that achieve these terrific results... Au contraire - with my vocal assistance le Spy Extraordinaire has my pain threshold nailed...*belches...
This so obvious indication of his ill-temper leaves me strangely optimistic.. Does he smell a change on the wind?
That their careful cover has indeed been blown wide open, and he is at last being seen for the pathetic mafioso he really is?
Beguiled as you all are by reports of journalistic freedom being removed, and possible wrong-doing by Hatman Cele, why would you care whether Balliram is a fraud or not? Ag no man! I can't believe you still don't get it! *chokes..
LATER at 5.25pm.
*Now 1.20pm and as it turns out, I didn't have long to wait after all...I managed to type my blog up halfway before the Mischief Maker took over and nothing would load.... I had to re-connect and so far I'm back and it sits close by, glowering at me...*laughing... What a saddo....... Course I've lost two thirds of what I'd typed and that will no doubt give the cretin a boner to keep him going.... *shrugs... Oooh! I've just realised what it was I now try and retype! All about Col. Matthysen it was! Let's try again and see if there's further interference shall we? *
When did the Trouble-Shooter first start getting threats? The day he was doing his 'just one of the guys' routine and stepped bravely out to be accosted by the despised toad in the Station Parking Lot..? An area I'll lay odds is so heavily audio-monitored it would pick up a whisper.... Up to that point, no threats at all? *fascinated... If this were so, it would mean Matthysen is oblivious to the ability his cell has of being used remotely as a conversation amplifier, allowing his words to be overheard by uninvited visitors.... Crazy? Maybe... *blinks...
It's always possible he left it on himself, to deliberately replay his words back to where the Crumb was lurking nearby.... But why then would he wave his phone ostentatiously in the air to signal that my time was up and an officer should save him with a phone call? *puzzled... When he could simply have arranged to SAY a specific word, and they would dutifully make the call?
Is he aware that EVERY word he spoke there in the parking lot was heard by more than just the officers nearby? Was it from that point on that the threats began in earnest? They would have heard him mention Colonel Bollywood from Phoenix, but that's ancient news anyway... Nope, it had to be his vehement insistence to me that he was going to take Nayager down, that did the trick.... You want to check with the Trouble-Shooter that he's aware of the phones audio amplifying options up at Dodge City? No, not you Lazarus, that would be the last thing you'd want him to know, if he doesn't already...
Monday 9th August at 5.15am...
Anyone checked out Renee yet? The Royal Planner and Environmental Consultant?
Where's the Rocket Scientist FFS? Fallen off the face of the earth? Persuaded to drop the charges? I guess it's foolish to think Matthysen isn't aware that his phones can be put on audio amplify and his words relayed to others even when he's not using it..
God, that's badly put, but you get my drift.... If indeed the threats made to the Trouble-Shooter took off soon after the play-acting in the Parking Lot, my assertions about the manipulation of everyone's cellphone should make more sense.... Or not...
That Nayager himself was privy to every remark the Colonel made...*squints....
It was early evening and I'd just finished watching something on the telly, when I realised my eardrums were literally vibrating... I went out on the verandah to be met with what could best be described as an entire choir of high pitched crickets on steroids, of an intensity previously unheard.... I fell about and called the GW to come and listen which he did, and looked totally nonplussed poor fellow.... No live creature was ever the author of that strange racket... *grins...
The Scrabble-Player himself, persuaded to add a device to the wall, or one of the three agile crossdressing employees of One-Eyed Jack, including Mr. Nimble? *yawns...
It stayed tjoepstil when I took the dogs out at bedtime to pee, so you'll probably find that Balliram needs to make adjustments to it, before he tries it again...*eyeroll...
Something was seriously wrong with whatever was making the din, and he appeared unable to stop it immediately...*roffels... Was it hastily retrieved during the night and replaced by a better-behaved device? *waits hopefully...
There's been a small plane about for a few days.. It was maybe the day before yesterday that it came over so low you could almost touch the darned thing... Prospective land buyers? Mr. Dawood checking out the few remaining green bits, to see if he can cover them with more of his units? *gags.. Skydog? Whoever it was, got the finger for his pains.... *beams... *At this point once again the page refuses to load.... trouble with blogger itself? Jy jok! *
How long ago did I warn that contract killings would become a dime a dozen with the help of the Big Brother technology to pinpoint the location of the victim? The Good are being picked off like flies according to the press... *shrugs... I've fallen way behind with the newspapers and can't keep up.. One thing I've noticed though, is that pictures of Agliotti show him as still confidently smug as ever..
It's a given the fellow was handed control of the Big Brother technology in his area just as Barnabas has been, and for that reason he can stay 10 steps ahead of the law at all times... He'll have his own eavesdroppers ferreting about on private lines and in offices and homes, and will be able to plan his strategies well in advance... *belches....No wonder he looks so amused and self-satisfied.... *vomits....
You would distract me with Zuma's wife defaulting on her domestic's salary while the really Big Fish literally get away with murder? Pfft...
I guess it's Paul O'Sullivan's revelations that have managed to cheer me up this past week.. The mere fact that he's been allowed to speak publicly is hopeful, though for how much longer is anyone's guess..*sighs..
I'm reading the third of Stieg Larsson's novels at the moment and it's fairly obvious the author didn't die a natural death... He must have known that shooting his mouth off about the Security Police would end in tears... A shame, and I can't help but regard him as a hero, though a dead one... Something, (apart from O'Sullivan, we appear to be short of at the moment).
How utterly confused are you right now? All the wondrous tales fed you of how this technology is to ultimately save the country from ruin?
At first you would have been overwhelmed by relief, and only too willing to assist in any way you could...
Did it not EVER cross your mind who it is that sits at the top, officially in charge of the entire experiment? *falls on over...
Have the OldBoyz Network managed to persuade you that it's just a front and the chap merely THINKS he's running the show? *hysterical...
Have the good ole boys sold you the line that the Zone is some sort of unavoidable sacrificial bloody lamb? That to get the omelette absolutely perfect, we, as the eggs must be broken? We’re the practise run FFS? *feels itself coming to the boil…
Braying for Joe Public to save on electricity, and threatening us with renewed blackouts to recoup the losses caused by the vast numbers of additional signal enhancing lights required for the Big Brother Scheme? Signal enhancers needed to allow officially designated mafioso thugs to invade the privacy of all and sundry? Lights that combined with the handover of power circuits, have put ordinary citizens at the mercy of the likes of Nayager and his seriously disturbed IT Monkey Balliram?
Calling for compensation for B.Snr,. Sue the Book and Penny would have had you all convulsed with mirth ne Jannie?
After all, nobody actually kicked the bucket, no thanks to Allen Spence and Colin P Balliram’s efforts…. So…
It appears that we are all regarded with equal contempt, despite the innocence of the three afore-mentioned victims..*teeth..
Yes – I see the bigger picture and I SPIT on it… This community deserves better than the likes of Balliram, Nayager and their Overlord, Earl Michael Barnabas… I've never before had the opportunity of meeting so many genuinely good people, and find your disregard for their safety and health sickening to say the least..*spews.. Oh, blah blah blah.. What’s the point….
LATER at 8.15am…
Man, I could’ve sworn…..
I went up top at about 8.am in the blustery wind.. Not a patch of sunlight to be seen among the grey clouds scudding in from the south… The streetlight pole that stands on the verge between the Plumber at No. 14 and the Accountant at No. 12 had a tiny glowing pilot light activated halfway up… *coughs…
Where the silver band crosses the cable again? No lights running from that angle that could have caused a reflection, in fact, no lights running at all… *curious…
Whose private life was Balliram invading at that precise point? Certainly not Freddie the Accountant, Bookkeeper to the stars… *winks..
The newbie wugger family at No. 10? Just checking they stay in line?
As fast as the idea that the Creep will get his one day, pops into my head, I clear it out completely…Dwelling on thoughts of revenge is both time and energy-wasting, and a futile occupation IMO, though I see over at mybroadband there are a good few intellectuals who would disagree… *keels on over…
I came back down, but by the time I’d fetched the camera and made it back up to the top, that little light had been doused… Next time, Balliram?
Peace..
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Monday 9th August 2010 at 2.17pm
