MOPPING UP.....
(begun Tuesday 7th September at 2.10pm...)
*Service not Available? Pfft…..*
Sometime round midday the telly screen disappeared again.. When I eventually tried to reset it hours later, it declined to recover… I tried again and this time was given a picture..
THESE two lamps on the Mothership are on today, and it goes without saying the overhead beyond will be active as well.. I figure it's the two on the Mothership that are making it so simple to ‘adjust’ our TV screen?
The three little metallic looking discs, one on either side of the light’s cowlings, and one in the front, that reflect the sun so brightly? Imagine if each of the three were an ultra-modern state-of-the-art camera that could be individually activated by remote computer.. Such a suggestion would naturally result in heated denials would it not, for the implications were this to be true would put the lid on this horrorshow for once and for all…
For the Community to realise how simple it now is for their home to be watched via this technology should rightly raise their collective hackles…
Where were the cops when so-and-so was being beaten to a pulp outside 922 Larch Road? Oops! Those cameras weren't active as Nayager was setting up a hijacking across the other side of the Zone at the time, and can't monitor more than a couple of areas at once…?
Where were you when that flatbed truck smashed through No. 56 Fart Avenue’s gates and thieves spent an hour casually loading up all the home-owner's possessions? Same again dudes… Nayager and his IT Monkey were watching Brickfield Road and talking their man through stealing a larnie BMW….
What a fun-filled godsend this technology has proved to be for the likes of the Abuser and the Rotten Apples…
The brief was and remains, to destabilise the country to ensure the inhabitants are compliant to the Big Brother scheme…
Sadly, there are nowhere near enough juicy contracts and similar sweeteners to persuade everyone to give up their privacy without a fight…
Those are saved for the special recruits.. Pastors and church leaders among them, who have influence over their congregation, will have been among the first to be bought…
When Father Gangsta Denker was approached, what was the Druglord’s angle? Calling in an outstanding favour owed? The churches would all have been handed over anyways, to be rigged up to varying degrees with the signal-enhancing technology and boy, would I love to see what Mr. Giraldo is running out of the NW side of St. Philomena’s…
I guess I’d have to be flying with the Chopper coppers to really appreciate it all..*grins..
Have local Editors been specifically ordered to no longer publish letters complaining of all the streetlights active during the day? Has no-one noticed the gigantic increase in private home-owner's outdoor lights? Why are newspapers not swamped by outraged letter-writers on the increasing threats made by that most corrupt of establishments, Eskom?
Have you been promised you will be part of the New World Order? That is, if you and yours can withstand the effects of the technology?
That certain sacrifices will be inevitable, but here, have this 3bil contract to help you swallow the pill..*winks..
Talk to me children… Tell me it's all going to be great, once the Culling is over.. Persuade me to believe there's no other way than to let the hard-hearted criminal bastards run the show and do what they do best.. Weave me a magical tale, where your kids are going to emerge unscathed when the dust settles, and retain the values you instilled in them... No? *squints...
That the staunch Rabbit raised his hand and suggested that vodacom making money off scammers was not fraud, was a Ripley's moment, and I'm guessing that’s an attitude held by many in the 30-40 year old age bracket.. An age which youngsters online will ape and admire and aspire to be like…
Where you’ve shifted the goalposts to suit any occasion… Hacking is unlawful but cool, and it's encouraged… Right? A line that’s been trotted out so often that even Crackers will by now be regarded with awe instead of disgust… Bingo?
The Wuggers have to learn to hack to survive? I have to call bullshit at this point, and reiterate that the only reason these numbnuts are being encouraged to hack is to promote the Blessed signal and make it easier for a local Controller to pop in unannounced… Then again – what do I know….
The GW was eventually sent off to a radiator specialist, where he was to have the thing flushed to see if it fixed the problem it had acquired during it's full service at Roy Moodley’s Great Shift…I've no expectations at this point and count myself lucky my old man has the patience I sorely lack....
LATER AT 3.25PM…
Repetition and rhetoric are MY stock-in-trade and I'm more than a little pissed off that someone who is in your opinion, much Brighter, sinks to such blatant copyright infringement.. I've just been through to find the TV slammed off again.. *snorts..
I'm a self-acknowledged Idiot… What’s YOUR excuse Balliram? I KNOW you own everything in this house, and I find it amusing that you’re too thick to grasp the basics here… The more you hit me, the less impact it has…
Beyond you and your fowl-feathered friends to comprehend?
I guess that was one of the biggest disappointments over the years.. To discover that you’re nowhere near what you’re cracked up to be… *roffels…
A cheap and very insecure internet hood/real-life crook who needs massive support and backing to get his message across…
There’s no question about who is, and always will be the Winner here.. But at what cost DickHead? *falls over.. The only people you can trust right now are themselves criminals, and wouldn’t turn a hair at stabbing you in the back… You’ve proved yourself to be an irresponsible Liar and a Crook and have as such, revealed way more about the Project Authors Plan of Action than was wise… Where will you be at 65 dude? *genuinely interested…
Wednesday 8th September at 4.00am…
As a reward for Balliram's renewed attacks on our unfortunate television, I pulled the main plugs that feed the lounge and settled down to read happily by candlelight while I waited for the GW to get back from the shops yesterday evening…
Mr. Grumpy retaliated almost immediately with a wall of heat and ear-crushing pressure, but after 5 minutes I needed to put my warm jersey back on…
No ways do I kid myself I've stymied his eavesdropping merely by switching off two jackpoints.. Instead, I like to think that despite he can probably still hear me muttering and mumbling, his ability to enhance and amplify my words is seriously compromised…
Give it a shot why don’t you? If you want to have someone round to talk business and you suspect you're being regularly monitored by a Big Brother employee, pick a room that’s got no wall fittings and preferably no ceiling light.. Turn off the existing wall jacks including (most important) the fixed line, and I'm betting your conversation will be as near to private as you can get… *grins… Of course your cellphones should also be safely out of the room as well… *winks…
I thought I heard Balliram later when I was online, as the dull repetitive thud of a sound system carried from der Bunker.. I guess he was sullen and feeling trapped at being forced to stay home to catch the GW’s words on his return…
I’d naturally had to reset the jackpoints when my old man got back, as even the idea that the Creep monitors our words, remains inconceivable to the unfortunately innocent GW…
I'm guessing our subsequent conversation proved fairly useful in the end, as it concerned our ongoing attempts to get my wheels back on the road.. Something these crooked peasants don’t want to see happen too soon…
Right now I feel it's unlikely she’ll ever be safe to drive again and I'll keep her carefully in the Written Off section of my head… *shrugs…
On the plus side, it seems to have lifted the GW from his current stupor and given him something to be interested in… *curtseys to the Crooks for that unforseen little bonus….
The GW had me smiling last night as he told me how he'd left the radiator to be flushed and wallked across to the Hilton to get a bite to eat… *at this point as I sit here scribbling, its 4.35am and the Pervert chirrups his remote a couple of times…*
Ja, so he says he’s sitting there enjoying his toasted sarmie surrounded by well-dressed buppies and staff members who are all regarding this frazzled-looking Pensioner with deep suspicion… *laughing…
At our age you'll appreciate that we're still on a constant learning curve and I love it! No man.. I can actually see beyond the deliberately engineered crime and corruption to how it COULD be, and I find it wonderful, despite the efforts by the Project Authors and their many international backers to enslave us all… I must go cook the chicken livers… cheers..
LATER at 4.45pm..
The GameWrecker says the car is okay.. I’m not so sure.. Since when did a standard service include wheel alignment? *curious….
Mr. Roy Moodley's purchase of Stan-the-man's brother-in-law's little auto-repair company so recently, has given me a huge leap in credibility if nothing else... *beams..
Not so much for the unfortunate Buyer however, and if I were the man, I would whack Sonny Jim around the head severely, for the part I'm sure he played in all of this...
Is Papa Narandas aware that our CPF Vice-Chair declined his son’s offer of a job, preferring to remain loyal to his friend rather than go into competition against him, as the Jeweller’s son intended? Is Narandas Snr. aware that our Vice-Chair’s two vehicles were tampered with on his property, the same night our garage was accessed and my car ‘dealt’ with?
Proof? I've no need for proof, and suggest you ask your spoiled offspring outright why your good name is now adorning these pages…
Keeping company with the likes of Earl Michael Barnabas, Druglord to the Zone, and Glen Nayager, Crooked Abuser of Women and ex-Station Commander of Sydenham SAPS…
Roy Moodley himself has had way more publicity than I'm sure he cares for, and I question whether either of these two gentlemen thought this business transaction through properly, and the consequences of what must have appeared at the time as a small amusement?
How embarrassing to find your well educated sons keeping company with a Druglords IT Specialist Cracker/Insurance Scammer/Assistant Organised Crime Operative… How’s about they both get sent down to Albert Luthuli to work off their boyish enthusiasm by assisting with the backlog down there? Mopping floors and emptying bedpans should sober them up quite smartly, and maybe even keep them away from Barnabas’ enticing products for a while… *snarls…
Peace.. PS Added Thursday 9th September at 6.41pm. I attempted to sign in, merely to re-edit this blog. Once again I was given a screen with Service Unavailable. Error 503. Is this the way we're going now? *snorts....
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Wednesday 8th September 2010 at 8.02pm.
