GAPING HOLES.....
(begun Sunday 12th September at 1.40am...)
A godforsaken hour to be up and chatting to you, but it's not like I've got to be somewhere in the morning.. Besides, this Pensioner has turned catching up on kip into an artform..*grins…
Have there always been places on the net you could go to purchase the banned substance of your choice? Were Interpol and the irc cops ever a threat to online dealing?
I’m thinking man, that kid has made bucketfuls in such a short time, and most community members will tell you it's common knowledge that drugs are flooding into the Zone like never before..
No – I guess he’s hit the motherlode somehow, and it ain't necessarily from realtime dealing…
The wondrous world of WUGs?
Where membership is by invite only?
Where locals can go and socialize, without fear of a stranger checking out their online chat? Where anyone wishing to join in would have to get past that particular WUG's Admin first?
Where a genuine Interpol Agent would be spotted a mile off, and the word put out to avoid transactions till the Pig has moved on?
WUG members help each other out? I'm guessing a few wuggers more than others? *looks at Baron Frankson and wonders….
Once again it was your old lady that piqued my interest…
Whether she herself had just snorted some particularly fine white I dunno, but that amused call she made to me, long after she'd hissed in my ear that I was False, replays itself often enough…
She'd rung to ask for the Prof’s personal number, and said that Baron wanted to do an IT course, and I’d given it to her at the time.. AFAIK the Prof lectures in IT at UDW and it was a legitimate request..*shrugs…
Whether or not Baron subsequently ever took classes at the Uni, or whether he stuck to private sessions with the Cracker, I wouldn’t know, but I guess the latter is the one I'd buy…. *yawns…
With Balliram's Cracker skills and his official access to all the bank's computer systems, who's to say a thriving business hasn’t been set up online, to the benefit of the Druglord's Heir Apparent?
The Project Authors projections would have covered more than just the use of realtime criminals to destabilise the country, would they not? That once the WUGs were up and running, they'd be a perfect means of enslaving middle-class internet users by introducing them to the delights of Dreamworld products…
It starts off innocently enough, right? Once your attitude regarding something along the lines of illegally hacking into another system has been altered, it's just a hop, skip and jump to convince you to try out a few banned substances? Nobody is going to swarm all over you the minute you join FFS.. No, they'd wait for as long as it took, till you'd made good friends with the other wuggers and thought yourself to be one of the crowd…
Gradually the chats would turn to drugging, and how cool it can be, right?
And so help me, a few months down the line, Baron has himself another regular customer…*applauds….
With Colin P. Balliram acting as his pimp and IT Security Consultant there's no way he'd get caught, and payment for purchases made can be done by any number of means…
I’ll bet the privileged and spoiled off-spring of many of the seriously Big Players have been buying their stuff online for years…
Course the WUGs have now made it that much safer have they not? *winks.. When you consider the clout that many of the regulars have (and here I'm talking of the Cracker’s age group, which is at the losers end of 35), it’s a cinch they can find jobs for, and afford to give handouts to their fellow wuggers…. Finding new customers for young Baron also goes a long way to earning credit, often in the form of freebies right? *looks at the racehorse owner’s son….
I'm betting you couldn’t be shamed if you were the last git standing, and that both you and the Jeweller's son share Balliram’s mantra that you’re entitled to do just as you please?
A misconception wholeheartedly endorsed by the Silver Spoon Club….
The Sweeper will argue that were there any truth to my claims, why is she still working, and why do they continue to live in a tiny house in Sherwood.. Hmm.. Probably because she prefers to work rather than sit idly about her home all day…
See, I don’t think the haste with which our Network Admin shed his jetski and pretty little Beemer was due in any way to hard times or being skint… The sudden downgrade to only two vehicles was a carefully studied move to hide the more visible profits of his collaboration with the Less-Than-Savoury…
Missuc C would relocate tomorrow given half a chance, but her charming SO stands his ground, insisting he has everything under control…
From where I’m barely standing, he most certainly does… *gags…
There will be those of you who struggle to cling onto the old values.. Those that have dared voice their disgust and apprehension at what's taking place.. I'm betting that they would've been assigned a Wugger's ‘Counsellor’ with astonishing speed… That one of a gifted team of silver-tongued specialists would've popped up and made contact, and worked all out to allay their fears… Happened to you yet? *waves…
You’ve grown comfortable with your new financial status and your wugger chums, and the work will keep coming in as long as you continue to promote and support the Cause…. It shouldn’t take much for the 'Counsellor' to persuade you to see the light and STFU on matters you don’t understand… *vomits..
Ask Sting? Sting with his in-your-face sig message? *laughs… I’ll pass on that if you don’t mind, while accepting that cowardice surely can't be the reason he hides? I guess there's a chance I was wrong to take it personally, and it could originally have been meant to cover his own nick-change…
IMHO the term ‘hide’ is in itself a misnomer.
To the likes of the Cracker Balliram and his many colleagues on the web, there is no such thing as hide, and I bet that the majority of regular wuggers are aware of this by now..
If they aren't, they're going to find out the hard way….
The reason for my latest and apparently permanent blockout from all irc channels?
Could it be my surprise on entering efnet's #trivia and remarking here at the enormously increased list of players on that channel? That for some reason I saw them as wuggers?
Shall I beg for clemency and the harsh ban to be lifted? Naaa…..
Most of you are aware that I'm fond of playing trivia.. Preferably on my own, and with as much lag as the bot (read Network Admin.)can muster…*hawks…
I've never been regarded as anything other than a joke to the highly competitive, photographic-memoried, speed Maestros that are the regular players… Ooops hang on! No, that would be wrong…
Nowadays my skills as an irritant are apparently superior to my abilities to amuse…*grins..
Such a small thing, but I will poke at it till it bleeds and insist that banning me totally from irc (by way of blocking my access) has been given to Balliram as some sort of carrot.. A carrot in return for what? Practising more disciplined behaviour in his role as our Network Admin/Tormentor/Punisher/Controller? *interested…
Jannie van Zyl will probably insist he’s washed his hands of me, and that he's been redeployed to areas of far greater importance than involve the fate of a lone and irksome toad… *blinks…
It's not going to be that easy Janneman… There are just too many who are aware of your ferreting skills for you to suddenly back away from the filth I've uncovered….
Roy Moodley’s appearance on these pages should tell you that not all factions are standing around idly dragging their heels… *winks..
Whats it to be dewd? You're going to continue the pretense that as far as you're concerned, I make it all up as I go along? Or you're going to come clean (now there’s a CRAZY concept!) and DO SOMETHING?
Now isn't the best time to feign humility and say it's beyond your power to lift a finger.. Rubbish! Without Telkom the Big Brother Project wouldn’t exist… You are the visible embodiment of Telkom, and don’t give me the vodacom/iBurst sales pitch either…. *snorts…
If you can't control your Controllers without giving them concessions, we're in the dwang bigtime, and I mean that collectively….
Playing Mr. Nice Guy diminishes your power considerably and if this simpleton sees it, you can bet it's common knowledge out there among the criminals you’ve hired…
How's about you quit pussy-footing about and make a decision….
Kill me off once and for all, or get rid of a Network Admin whose value as Entertainment Provider has finally been revealed for what it really is…
Cruel and mindless torture on a criminal level, of those unable to defend themselves…*splutters…
A so-called Operative who despite all his criminal skills online and off, has proved to be seriously bad news for the Blessed Project…
*Its now 3.51am and the dogs up by the Playing Field are sounding the alarm… Humans or cats slithering about at this hour?
Rest assured that for every argument I make, I have my own rebuttal, and that when I re-read my scribbles later, the gaping holes will as usual have me wondering why I bother..*grins..*
LATER at 4.10pm…
I've just waved the GameWrecker off on a quick trip to the shops and brought the dogs inside so I can bathe… Good thing I did, as it happens…
Glancing out of the bedroom window up toward the tiny patch of playing field visible, I saw a young clean-shaven guy in a red T-shirt sitting at the top of the kiddies slide, in full sunlight… Our house is already in the late afternoon shade and like I said, there's only a tiny space visible through that particular window..
When I looked again seconds later, he'd turned his head away… Hau! Surely he can't see me here from that distance?
I fetched the binocs and kept them on him and sure enough, he thought he was safe and turned back, squinted straight at me and tipped over backwards down the slide to disappear… My fans are bloody legion!
One of either our Network Admin or his young, wealthy colleague, the Heir Apparent’s casual employees? Even when they manage to evade my beady eye, I'm aware of their bought and paid for interest… *eyeroll
I hung about for a bit and at 4.30 went into the kitchen, only to look up and see the Scrabble Player's Tenant had just arrived home and was shining with sweat as he stood studying our back door with interest…
I couldn’t miss him, dressed as he is in a red T-shirt…. He ducked swiftly…. A St. Theresa’s old-boy then? Ixopo SE GAT! *snorts…
Peace…
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Monday 13th September 2010 at 12.26pm…
