..FOR DIFFERENT FOLKS..
(begun Monday 29th November at 9.10am..)
Has our all-powerful Druglord, Earl Michael Barnabas, already leapt aboard the whoonga-wheeled gravy-train? The latest nasty in what is probably a huge bouquet of banned substances, sold by his dedicated employees…? ARVs are needed to concoct this mind-altering mixture, and how simple it's going to be to set up thefts from storage depots and the like, using the Big Brother technology he owns…. *eyeroll..
Man, it's become all too easy, hey Earl? The more relaxed and self-confident you become, the more chance there is that you'll slip up…*fingers crossed… Geez – lookit what happened to your Monkey Nayager…*cackles… He acquired an overdose of the god-complex, and managed as a result, to publicly out his own perverted preferences… *spews…
What's your personal perversion Earl? No – don’t tell me, I guess I'd be sick to my stomach if I knew the answer.. The more power and riches you acquire, the harder it becomes to find things that genuinely turn you on?
Do you still enjoy being patched through to a clueless colleague's bedroom, to listen to what goes on in there after lights out, or do you prefer to arrange for a bit of violence, and have both cameras and audio-monitoring nearby, activated for your pleasure? Oh, come now Earl! The ten year make-over hasn’t change you at all, and you're still just a drug pusher from the Hood, whether you like it or not.. You're no different to the poor creatures who built your Empire and keep it running, though you’re way more expensively packaged… *winks…
I'm guessing you rarely touch liquor, and would sooner choke on your own vomit than use any of the lucrative substances that you flog, right? The amount of contempt you have for the users of your products is ludicrous, when you consider tis they who’ve made you what you are today…
Was your initial friendship with Schabir? A trusted source, to supply stuff for his larnie parties?
Man, I would kill to know the details…Just WHEN you were invited on board the Big Brother Project, and how much of the planning you were included in….
Who figured out the audio-monitoring angle? The option now available via the technology, to Voice your targets in their own homes? That’s a classic! Is there a patent on that miraculous bit of combined technology? Let's face it, planting actual bugging devices in and around a target's home or office, is SO yesterday's news, though doubtless still good for the odd giggle…
Can we – as I've suggested all along – lay claim to perfecting this particular aspect of the monitoring? Whoohoo! A proud moment, if that’s the case! *heaving…
The tests must have shown early on that there are some rather dodgy side-effects, experienced by the hand-picked LabRats who endure the unregulated wireless frequencies, but hey – that’s the fun side of all this scientific fol-de-rol, hey Earl?
Setting up the technology in areas that house Irritants, like myself, with the help of Allen Spence, was only a pleasure, and subsequently handing the reins to dysfunctional Monkeys to operate, was even more rewarding…*grins…
Do you and Agliotti Tweet each other in some sort of code, as you vie to outdo one another with tales of how your IT Lackeys employ the technology as payback? *bolt-eyed… How many of the revealed-to-be-corrupt ruling party officials were deliberately set up? No really… Do you keep a wall-chart filled with the names of Government officials which you and your colleagues randomly jab at, and then sic your IT Monkeys onto at a later stage?
Find out everything about the chap.. Activate the monitoring in his home, his car, and his office, and if he's squeaky-clean, make him an offer he/she can't refuse, and before long the target will have a Leverage File all to themselves? Easy-peasey….
Godstruth! No wonder you're all totally power-drunk.. It's like a gigantic Game you play, as you move people around the board, is it not?
Where is Jannie van Zyl, and who does he ultimately answer to? Certainly not the people whose names are officially given as heading Telkom. No, who does he really bow down to, at the end of the day, as the Mastermind behind this vast undertaking? *looks at the Strategist…
*It's now 10.00am and suddenly my ears are crushed in a vice, and I yawn and swallow to no avail.. I check, only to find my Master's car is parked at the top of his drive, and another pulled in at the bottom.. Showoff time? The pressure eases, and the shrill frequency whine waivers for a second before settling down to a steady shriek…*
LATER at 12.20pm..
I've learned to be cheerful on the occasions our Master chooses to block me blatantly from blogger.com… I automatically make a note to read through my previous blog's scribbles, and to fantasize which of my garbled words served, on this occasion, to merit the mischief he makes… *grins..
I booted up just after 11am and went into gmail without a problem… Trying to hop over to blogger from there didn’t work, and the page refused to load…
I reset the modem and tried again, and eventually was given one of those naïve-looking notices saying Connection Disrupted and after that another saying DNS Error. Temporary Network Problem, try again later… Sho Massa – Anything you say Massa…. *bows and scrapes…. I guess the funniest was the little Area Connection 2 window that popped up and sat glaring balefully at me, instead of disappearing as it usually does, the whole time I struggled… *laughing…
It's obviously inconceivable to Einstein that I regard him as a joke, no matter what methods he employs to remind me of his Ownership… The poor fellow will NEVER amount to anything more than a Lackey for the Mob, and that’s a fact… *goes off snorting…
LATER at 4.05pm
I was busy in the lounge when our Controller knocked the telly screen off five minutes ago.. He’s really, really grumpy…*beams..
Tuesday 30th November at 4.20am..
My last entry was actually the start of a string of three telly screen blackouts… *grins.. Would he have you believe there was a problem with the Entertainment channel on DSTV? *chokes… It settled down after that and we had no further problems..*winks.. Another uneventful evening enjoying the goggle-box, then? Well no, not quite…
Weather conditions and temperature were much the same as the previous evening, and yet…. As I pointed out to the GW a couple of times, our vociferous saw-legged grasshopper remained absolutely silent…. How odd… The GW laughingly said it probably had a sore throat after it's noisy excitement the night before, but I would have to guess it just didn’t care for being blogged.. *grins…
Are the local Wuggers aware of the surveillance saturation? Have they been told that it's ultimately for their own safety and security? I can only really speak for Harris and Garbutt, and I guess it would be harder to verify on Abrey, due to the speed and volume of traffic…. Nonetheless, it would be interesting to know whether your Area Controller insists no such monitoring or outdoor devices exist….. Let those wuggers living on Abrey (Sparks) start paying attention to the after-dark nunus they take so for granted….
While it's possible this aspect of the technology is so far restricted to our two little roads and maybe Cullingworth and it's side-roads, I'd be most surprised were Abrey excluded… Many of the residents in that little stretch are VERY well-connected, and only a few are not…
My Vice-Chair for instance, is surrounded by the Blessed, and I would hazard his property contains an inordinate amount of noisy nocturnal nunus? If your trusted WUG Admin freely admits that these receivers/transmitters do indeed exist, then no worries…
If OTOH, he denies there are any such devices, as with the invisible cameras, it's time for you to prick up your ears and prove him a prevaricator…
When you pull in to your garage of an evening, listen for the welcoming chirrup or purr of what you would think was a cricket or grasshopper… As you climb the stairs to your home, is there another? When you step outside of your back door, yet another noisy little bugger wakes up and calls to you?
You find the subject matter boring, and yet you really shouldn’t…
If you do indeed wake from your coma to find that you have these little ‘beasts’ dotted in and around your property, and that they continue to call from the identical spot after a month has passed, you have to know that it ain't no ordinary critter that lives nearby, but an early-warning system that may or may not alert your local Monitor… Would the realisation that such devices existed, give you a warm, fuzzy feeling of security? Would it fool you into thinking that the wondrous BB technology is merely guarding you and yours from harm? *falls over choking…
Bear in mind that our Mo Shaik has seen fit to allow the likes of the convicted Sex Offender to retain access to the technology, and ask yourselves just how bloody safe you really are… Your neighbour was hijacked at his gate recently, and yet the cops only arrived hours later? Your Area Controller insists he was busy elsewhere at the time, and saw nothing on his screen? FFS! How can you be sure it wasn’t your Area Controller that alerted the hijackers to your neighbour's imminent arrival home? That they weren't being tracked via their cellphones, and that once the ‘crickets’ announced their arrival, it was all systems go for the nearby hijackers?
The BB agenda includes the total destabilization of the country to soften the population into accepting the monitoring, and it's working brilliantly… While the transmitter/receiver devices dotted about your property could indeed by used to ensure your safety, they are currently being used for quite another purpose…
Why were the police not there in time to prevent Freddie's valuables being nicked from No. 12? Why have they not caught the thieves that repeatedly access the Good Man’s property at No. 16? The usual defensive cry of not enough Monitors won't cut it..If you've time to enjoy the freebies at Yirrol's you've time to watch the screens... *shrugs...
If our Area Controller has the time to watch my every move, (and he most certainly does), you must ask yourselves why he ‘misses’ seeing these breakins nearby… You’ve been set up folks…
Balliram treats me with tolerance and kindness, as a well-meaning, if somewhat demented old fart? Does he hell! Shortly after lights out last night, I was treated to a savage reminder of his frequency manipulation skills, as he went through his repertoire… *yawns and shrugs… Peace julle..
---oOo---
Tuesday 30th November 2010 at 10.50am…
Monday, November 29, 2010
FLIES ON THE WALL...
(begun Sunday 28th November at 8.20am..)
*The Master has made several determined efforts to block me from blogger.com, and now that the GW attempted and was allowed to access my account, I see it's going to be riddled with 'An error occurred during Saving'.. ho hum..... *
Though I delete most of the Abahlali Newsletters as being irrelevant, if they aren't discussing the local settlements, I did read the one that came in last week.. It set out to correct misconceptions about their leader, Sbu Zikode, and it's been long overdue…
I clicked on Reply and penned a short note of support for the lads appearing in Court tomorrow. Silly me.. I was immediately blessed with the auto advice that the Newsletter site was just that, and it wasn’t set up to receive mails.. Something I'd forgotten… *eyeroll…
No problemo… I redid the note and copied/pasted the abahlali’s email addie (given on the newsletter) and hit Send…. Failed Mail. I shut down and went away, and only then remembered what had looked odd about the address… Someone had gone to the bother of changing the mail address on the Newsletter to read abahlalibasemjondolo@telkom.sa.net.. It would probably take only a glance before you spotted the error, but with a monkey like me, it took a bit longer… *teeth..
The GW said I should contact the organisation and tell them of the typo, but I'm of the opinion it’s a fault on our PC only.. I rebooted, and on my second attempt, this time to telkomsa.net, it ostensibly went through without a problem…
Tellus Dear Controller, what was that about? THEIR error, or further corruption of our computer by one who I'm willing to bet still squeals that he’s an Agent for Good…? *chokes…
An Agent that continues to deny that he and his Sex Pest buddy have an agenda that continues to include mischief making in my gmail account.. *sighs…
Monday 29th November at 3.30am…
The orphanage’s original foyer light looked beautiful as I studied it just before 3am… It was running a deep orange, while it's companion in the newly created foyer further along, was shining out almost white… That light itself is tucked back where I can't see it, but I guess if I could, it would make my nose run….
I closed my eyes briefly and the moon went out.. 3am on the dot! Hau! I've blogged that frustrating little phenomenon before.. Somewhere nearby a really bright light is extinguished…. Course it's not the moon, as there's still full cloud cover, but my eyes were shut dammit, and yet I still ‘saw’ a light doused.. I went out onto the verandah and found the Mothership running as it should, so once again I've drawn a blank… *grinds stumps…
Something my Genius Controller is running off his property, but doesn’t wish me to see? Maybe…*yawns….
I’d just settled down to watch Dancing with the Stars last night, when once again, the telly screen blacked out, and I said not a word…
It’s a small enough price to pay, knowing that it comforts our Area Controller to be able to demonstrate his amazing powers… *winks…
BTW, in case you were wondering, the GW went down to the City Engineers Dept. and took that picture of Mr. Dawood’s proposed development on his phone, so unfortunately we only have the back view.. Quite possibly, the front will show huge verandahs and a beautiful larnie glass frontage, and will not resemble a Place of Safety after all..
It remains to be seen which of the future tenants will be affected by the nearby mast, over in Mayville… It’s a given that one or two of those unfortunate occupants will eventually experience odd symptoms or worse, as our Area Controller juggles with his ‘tests’ to get the best results… *blinks…
Having already seen that he can literally get away with murder, I'm betting Bali's looking forward to the completion of Mr. Dawood’s new development, and the arrival of a whole new set of test dummies to torture without fear of reprisals…
The astonishing shrillness of the device that lives outside our lounge window is enhanced by that specially treated patch of wall on the Scrabble-Player’s bathroom? Right? I couldn’t help grinning as it repeatedly activated last night, each time the GW and I spoke aloud….
The two small staggered patches HERE created on my neighbours garage wall, would also be linked somehow to the device that purrs when I climb the stairs past the rockery? *beams…
In my humility (waves to Laz), I still consider that an enormous amount of valuable time and money has been wasted on show-casing the Cracker’s skills and nothing much else… I myself have been little more than a demo model that’s now outlived it's usefulness and become an embarrassment..*sighs..
It's inconceivable that a lowly labrat could turn around and bite the very hand that feeds it? *falls over laughing.. Feeds it WHAT FFS?
A steady diet of poisonous frequencies, as I wriggle futilely on the pin driven through my aged frame? I'd hazard there's few if any of you, that are grossed out by Ballirams cruelty, and that each of you have by now found a way to condone this ongoing behaviour to yourselves..shrugs…
If say, skydog, were to dare to voice any misgivings, what do you think would happen? Valuable asset that he is to the Project, I guess that a sudden flurry of additional and extremely rewarding work would arrive out of the blue to distract him, and ensure that he's reminded of just how lucrative the Project can be, for a diligent and obedient Operator….
Self-preservation is a basic instinct, and one that you all wisely employ.. Besides, the Test Dummies in this neck of the woods are for the most part mere ageing oxygen thieves, and certainly not worth sticking your necks out for… *grins..
Trying to jog your collective dormant consciences into guilt? Moi?
After all this time, even this old Simpleton has accepted that is a pointless exercise, though I guess it's force of habit that fits my carping style of writing is all….
The day reveals another solid grey sky, and the wind is already picking up.. Enjoy the cool while you can, for soon the old heat and humidity of December will be upon us, and it's burn baby, burn, time… *waves…
LATER at 5.35am..
Matthew du Plessis (one of the blokes that regularly writes for the Times) lost his phone recently.. On a whim, I sent off an SMS suggesting he ask Glenn Agliotti to find it for him, using the Big Brother technology handed to the Druglord by our Head of Intelligence…
Sufficiently ambiguous as to achieve nothing more than to confirm my lunatic tendencies, my Master allowed my text to reach it's destination and, lo and behold, there it is on Page 17 of today's Times.. *beams…
In my dream world, those that are seriously intent on taking down the Gauteng Druglord would prick up their ears.. The genuinely Good Lawmen out there would have no idea of the immense power that has been deliberately given to these criminals, in an effort to speed up the coverage of the Information Theft technology… Hah!!!!
*I just heard Sophie growl, and I went smartly out onto the verandah, in time to see a mongoose bounding swiftly across the length of our front lawn, only to duck through a gap in the wall to the Scrabble Player's property and escape.. The two little dogs are rushing about frantically, like headless chickens in the rain..*laughing *
Yeah – so where was I? The truth of it is, that if the Good Cop Augustine was so easily able to confirm Barnabas' astonishingly elevated position, then it makes sense that many of you are already fully aware of this tactic that’s been employed by Mo Shaik and the Beast that is Telkom…
That the now disbanded Scorpions, and the subsequently created Hawks are well aware that Agliotti too, has HIS IT ferrets working feverishly to thieve information that will keep him from being locked away where he belongs…
That the Gauteng Druglord has the means to create more than just a few Leverage files on Key Players, that could influence the outcome of all and any trials he may face in the future.. *belches…
I'm not telling you anything you'd not figured out already.. Anwar Dramat's hands are tied, as are Major General (?) Booysen’s.. After all, it's their Boss himself who's chosen to hand the technology to these criminals, and for the next few years at least, they will remain untouchable and off-limits…
Are you one who could be considered an influential Player ? *looks at the Principal…
Ever been forced to leave your phone at the Agent’s for repair?
How could you be sure it didn’t come back with a neat little program added to it? A program that could be activated remotely to enhance your private chit-chat and relay it to Listeners, when you're not actually using the phone?
Crazy? Not at all.. I've seen both young Brian (one-time gardener for the Scrabble-Player) and my own Landscape Artiste apparently speaking clearly and coherently into thin air, and thus I would warn you, that even out on the relative safety of the ninth tee, there's always a chance that your conversations are being monitored… It’s the New Age dahlinks - Keep up or FAIL..
Peace..
---oOo---
Monday 29th November 2010 at 1.50pm.
(begun Sunday 28th November at 8.20am..)
*The Master has made several determined efforts to block me from blogger.com, and now that the GW attempted and was allowed to access my account, I see it's going to be riddled with 'An error occurred during Saving'.. ho hum..... *
Though I delete most of the Abahlali Newsletters as being irrelevant, if they aren't discussing the local settlements, I did read the one that came in last week.. It set out to correct misconceptions about their leader, Sbu Zikode, and it's been long overdue…
I clicked on Reply and penned a short note of support for the lads appearing in Court tomorrow. Silly me.. I was immediately blessed with the auto advice that the Newsletter site was just that, and it wasn’t set up to receive mails.. Something I'd forgotten… *eyeroll…
No problemo… I redid the note and copied/pasted the abahlali’s email addie (given on the newsletter) and hit Send…. Failed Mail. I shut down and went away, and only then remembered what had looked odd about the address… Someone had gone to the bother of changing the mail address on the Newsletter to read abahlalibasemjondolo@telkom.sa.net.. It would probably take only a glance before you spotted the error, but with a monkey like me, it took a bit longer… *teeth..
The GW said I should contact the organisation and tell them of the typo, but I'm of the opinion it’s a fault on our PC only.. I rebooted, and on my second attempt, this time to telkomsa.net, it ostensibly went through without a problem…
Tellus Dear Controller, what was that about? THEIR error, or further corruption of our computer by one who I'm willing to bet still squeals that he’s an Agent for Good…? *chokes…
An Agent that continues to deny that he and his Sex Pest buddy have an agenda that continues to include mischief making in my gmail account.. *sighs…
Monday 29th November at 3.30am…
The orphanage’s original foyer light looked beautiful as I studied it just before 3am… It was running a deep orange, while it's companion in the newly created foyer further along, was shining out almost white… That light itself is tucked back where I can't see it, but I guess if I could, it would make my nose run….
I closed my eyes briefly and the moon went out.. 3am on the dot! Hau! I've blogged that frustrating little phenomenon before.. Somewhere nearby a really bright light is extinguished…. Course it's not the moon, as there's still full cloud cover, but my eyes were shut dammit, and yet I still ‘saw’ a light doused.. I went out onto the verandah and found the Mothership running as it should, so once again I've drawn a blank… *grinds stumps…
Something my Genius Controller is running off his property, but doesn’t wish me to see? Maybe…*yawns….
I’d just settled down to watch Dancing with the Stars last night, when once again, the telly screen blacked out, and I said not a word…
It’s a small enough price to pay, knowing that it comforts our Area Controller to be able to demonstrate his amazing powers… *winks…
BTW, in case you were wondering, the GW went down to the City Engineers Dept. and took that picture of Mr. Dawood’s proposed development on his phone, so unfortunately we only have the back view.. Quite possibly, the front will show huge verandahs and a beautiful larnie glass frontage, and will not resemble a Place of Safety after all..
It remains to be seen which of the future tenants will be affected by the nearby mast, over in Mayville… It’s a given that one or two of those unfortunate occupants will eventually experience odd symptoms or worse, as our Area Controller juggles with his ‘tests’ to get the best results… *blinks…
Having already seen that he can literally get away with murder, I'm betting Bali's looking forward to the completion of Mr. Dawood’s new development, and the arrival of a whole new set of test dummies to torture without fear of reprisals…
The astonishing shrillness of the device that lives outside our lounge window is enhanced by that specially treated patch of wall on the Scrabble-Player’s bathroom? Right? I couldn’t help grinning as it repeatedly activated last night, each time the GW and I spoke aloud….
The two small staggered patches HERE created on my neighbours garage wall, would also be linked somehow to the device that purrs when I climb the stairs past the rockery? *beams…
In my humility (waves to Laz), I still consider that an enormous amount of valuable time and money has been wasted on show-casing the Cracker’s skills and nothing much else… I myself have been little more than a demo model that’s now outlived it's usefulness and become an embarrassment..*sighs..
It's inconceivable that a lowly labrat could turn around and bite the very hand that feeds it? *falls over laughing.. Feeds it WHAT FFS?
A steady diet of poisonous frequencies, as I wriggle futilely on the pin driven through my aged frame? I'd hazard there's few if any of you, that are grossed out by Ballirams cruelty, and that each of you have by now found a way to condone this ongoing behaviour to yourselves..shrugs…
If say, skydog, were to dare to voice any misgivings, what do you think would happen? Valuable asset that he is to the Project, I guess that a sudden flurry of additional and extremely rewarding work would arrive out of the blue to distract him, and ensure that he's reminded of just how lucrative the Project can be, for a diligent and obedient Operator….
Self-preservation is a basic instinct, and one that you all wisely employ.. Besides, the Test Dummies in this neck of the woods are for the most part mere ageing oxygen thieves, and certainly not worth sticking your necks out for… *grins..
Trying to jog your collective dormant consciences into guilt? Moi?
After all this time, even this old Simpleton has accepted that is a pointless exercise, though I guess it's force of habit that fits my carping style of writing is all….
The day reveals another solid grey sky, and the wind is already picking up.. Enjoy the cool while you can, for soon the old heat and humidity of December will be upon us, and it's burn baby, burn, time… *waves…
LATER at 5.35am..
Matthew du Plessis (one of the blokes that regularly writes for the Times) lost his phone recently.. On a whim, I sent off an SMS suggesting he ask Glenn Agliotti to find it for him, using the Big Brother technology handed to the Druglord by our Head of Intelligence…
Sufficiently ambiguous as to achieve nothing more than to confirm my lunatic tendencies, my Master allowed my text to reach it's destination and, lo and behold, there it is on Page 17 of today's Times.. *beams…
In my dream world, those that are seriously intent on taking down the Gauteng Druglord would prick up their ears.. The genuinely Good Lawmen out there would have no idea of the immense power that has been deliberately given to these criminals, in an effort to speed up the coverage of the Information Theft technology… Hah!!!!
*I just heard Sophie growl, and I went smartly out onto the verandah, in time to see a mongoose bounding swiftly across the length of our front lawn, only to duck through a gap in the wall to the Scrabble Player's property and escape.. The two little dogs are rushing about frantically, like headless chickens in the rain..*laughing *
Yeah – so where was I? The truth of it is, that if the Good Cop Augustine was so easily able to confirm Barnabas' astonishingly elevated position, then it makes sense that many of you are already fully aware of this tactic that’s been employed by Mo Shaik and the Beast that is Telkom…
That the now disbanded Scorpions, and the subsequently created Hawks are well aware that Agliotti too, has HIS IT ferrets working feverishly to thieve information that will keep him from being locked away where he belongs…
That the Gauteng Druglord has the means to create more than just a few Leverage files on Key Players, that could influence the outcome of all and any trials he may face in the future.. *belches…
I'm not telling you anything you'd not figured out already.. Anwar Dramat's hands are tied, as are Major General (?) Booysen’s.. After all, it's their Boss himself who's chosen to hand the technology to these criminals, and for the next few years at least, they will remain untouchable and off-limits…
Are you one who could be considered an influential Player ? *looks at the Principal…
Ever been forced to leave your phone at the Agent’s for repair?
How could you be sure it didn’t come back with a neat little program added to it? A program that could be activated remotely to enhance your private chit-chat and relay it to Listeners, when you're not actually using the phone?
Crazy? Not at all.. I've seen both young Brian (one-time gardener for the Scrabble-Player) and my own Landscape Artiste apparently speaking clearly and coherently into thin air, and thus I would warn you, that even out on the relative safety of the ninth tee, there's always a chance that your conversations are being monitored… It’s the New Age dahlinks - Keep up or FAIL..
Peace..
---oOo---
Monday 29th November 2010 at 1.50pm.
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