STRANGE BEDFELLOWS....
(begun Tuesday 10th August at 8.40am...)
This Project/Experiment has certainly got it's share of strange bedfellows...*blinks... To see Dave K. from higher up the Crescent dealing regularly and amicably with the less than upright tenant at No. 11, says it all... Another I regard as a pillar of the Community, but who doubtless has no clue of the real character he operates alongside.... *yawns...
Are Pensioners pretty much excluded from being invited aboard this dodgy gravy-train? Unless of course they're related to the likes of the more heavily invested players? After all, the juicy lure of fat contracts would be wasted on the majority of retirees would it not? *winks...
Fat contracts that have enticed so many of the WUG member's parents to toss aside any misgivings they may have had, and do their bit to promote Big Brother...
When did the OldBoyz Network first sit down with the Whisperers to pool their ideas and plans? Early 1990's? When the tenders went out in a hunt to find the most suitable candidates to oversee vast areas, who put forward our Druglord's name? The Gupta Boys? A wild guess fosho, but I figure if you poked about a bit you'd find a connection between il familia in Pietermaritzburg and the giant Sahara company...
When I shriek of the physical unpleasantness endured by my nearby friends, do the Fine Pair take it in turns to say that if we suffer so, we should relocate? You bet they do... *teeth...
The heavy-handed terror methods used to shift my friend R. from her home at No. 4 have been exquisitely refined by the BB technology, but certainly the goal hasn't changed....
Those who demur in any way at being ruled by criminals must go.. Ain't that about right, Balliram?
Missus B.Snr. had set off on one of her regular walks the other day and was totally unprepared when she came across two youths standing in the by-road by the Druglord's ex-Mistress' home.. One of them was hastily removing an ankle-length bright pink dress from his person and they didn't have time to hide...
Had they just collected a new wardrobe from No. 734 Jan Smuts Highway and were trying on the new outfits for size?
I guess they're part of the useful trio currently tasked to terrorise the neighbourhood? A trio whose antics are beginning to appear scripted by the AmDram Society ensconced up at Dodge City... Crumb? Amusing to dress one of the thieves as a woman, to continue fooling the locals? *nods... There appear to be so many splinter groups doing their own thing within the Project, it's no wonder there are cockups......
A legal company's premises over in Cowey Road burned last night.. Who is the Controller for that Section? *looks at Allen Spence... You'd have the answer to that one, I'm sure... Another outwardly amiable Cracker heavily connected to Organised Crime? Were there important documents destroyed in this blaze or were the Lawyers housed there, merely being sent a painfully expensive message? *fascinated...
Speaking of fires, you will by now have heard that a further 200 shack-dwellers lost their homes in a blaze this Sunday night at Kennedy Road.. With the wind that howled that night, conditions would have been near perfect for a paid arsonist to go about his nefarious business.... Or, an illegal electricity connection? Was this second fire part of a drive by the authorities to have the entire settlement ultimately housed in the amaTin?
Unbelievably, I'm not going to even speculate, as I still can't figure out if there's a connection between the material used for these shiny little ovens and the Muni's Wireless/Broadband initiative..
That silver square carefully placed over THIS section of the toddler's dormitory roof at St. Theresa's, certainly resembles the same tin sheets that are being given out to the victims of the settlement fires.. Will you check out the size and colours of the Team HERE employed to do the roofing job at the mini base station? Astonishing, when you consider the Sisters were told that it was merely a few leaks in the roof that needed attention...*winks..
Wednesday 11th August at 3.20am..
I'd every intention of publishing a blog yesterday evening... An odd hour to choose, but I'd figured that more of Balliram's pupils would be around at that time and able to appreciate a cracker/hacker's tricks of the trade as he impressed his fanbois with his malicious skills..*teeth.. As it was, I read the thing through earlier and scrapped it as simply too self-absorbed... Turns out even retards have standards! *laughing...
Sitting here now at the desk, I have to say that is one fearsomely powerful light I see shining out of three of the upper story windows at the Senior Boy's Hostel, across to the Mayville Mast and beyond... Do those particular room's occupants stir and wake when Balliram 'adjusts' the frequencies given off by that signal enhancing light?
Does their tinnitus reach a screaming crescendo, and their hands burn relentlessly, or is every last one sufficiently thick-skinned as to be totally unaware of the risk they take?
Leukemia FFS? That was a shock ja... He's the picture of robust health, and the last person you'd expect to go down to that particular Nasty... What does he do for a living? Does it entail working near powerlines or masts on a regular basis? *fascinated... Will he stay in remission, or is his job exposing him to the risk of a repeat visit by this killer?
Lost your moral compass? Hell, I wouldn't let that worry you, as you'd fit in neatly with the majority of sheep enticed aboard the WUGS... Once you've bought the line that hacking into your unsuspecting neighbour's system is vital for the WUG to flourish, and you've actually achieved this by following your Tutor's instructions, you're pretty much on the slippery slope to hell... *falls over laughing..
All it takes is that one little step, studiously ignoring that voice in your head that says this ain't right, before you join the ranks of the corrupt...
After that, I'm betting you'll find it a whole lot easier to do things you'd have shied away from in the past... *winks...
How many of you were invited into our PC by our Network Admin. to check out the mail I got from my sister the day before last? I've no doubt it would've elicited a considerable amount of mirth from a certain section of less-than-savoury online 'specialists'...*grins...
Whether it was deliberately engineered confirmation of my allegations or not, it pretty much says that even a tard such as myself can get it right in the end...
WhatTF am I on about now? Ah - you play the selective ignorance card? Fine. Go read her mail to me on the dodgy tree surgeon that visited her home in Lichfield and link it to the agonising problems she's endured with her wrists and hands for yonks... Then you can pat me on the back (I said PAT!) for having got that right, way back... *beams..
That my unfortunate sibling is easily as clueless as the GW, but as much a victim of the Wireless/Broadband Mafia as he ever is...
Course I'm interested to know how many of the Druglord's 'connections' relocated to the UK in the 1990's and wormed their way into their version of the Information Theft Project. It's always been about cronyism and nepotism has it not? So, how many Shaiks, Spences, Barnabas, Vaheds and even Ballirams are there employed by the 'Intelligence Service' over in Blighty? Any Moodliars or Pillays as officially designated Controllers..?. *grins...
It's old-fashioned and passe to bitch about morals and integrity, so for once I won't even attempt that angle... Suffice to say the UK Boys in Blue have been infiltrated by the curry mafia as much as ever we are, and you have to wonder whether their clear contempt for the law is as much admired over there as it apparently is here... *eyeroll...
The GW watches the Discovery and History Channels on DSTV occasionally, and tells me that it's been predicted the world will change dramatically in 2010.. That some big shit is going down then... Will it be worth hanging about another two years to see? I dunno.. More and more I tend to think I've outlived any microscopic usefulness I may have had, albeit it merely in the entertainment field...
Being the object of quite so much collective and concentrated derision and contempt had to take it's toll eventually, despite the endless upgrades to my kevlar level 431 armour...
Balliram's attacks are as savage as ever, though he's at last attempting to employ a modicum of stealth as he goes about the worst of his business in the wee hours... *snorts..
Melancholy? Moi? I find that each day I rise filled with nauseating and irrepressible optimism, despite my Controller's best efforts overnight to put out my fire... *grins...
The weirdness of human nature? *At this point in typing up my blog I realised the connection has been dropped and our Controller requires his obligatory mention for the day. There you go, Creep*
I see Dilshaad's 'tenants' down at No. 2 are running a fairly eyewatering new lamp from their property.. This one facing up the valley for a change... Is it one of two, placed on their gateposts? Used to great effect to promote the signal on THESE gateposts up in Grindrod Place....
It was like pulling teeth to finally obtain the Lessee's name, so that her nearest neighbours may help her if she needs them...*blinks.. Hopefully an unnecessary concern, as carloads of young men frequently bob out of their driveway... *winks...
Friends of the would-be-heir to the Drug Empire here in the Realm of the Zone? At this point I've no idea, but you can bet that they converse happily with him on the WUG...
Peace..
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Wednesday 11th August 2010 at 10.39am...
