PIGEON-HOLED....
(begun Wednesday 19th January at 5.25am..)
Do you speak disparagingly of a sense of entitlement you feel pervades the previously disadvantaged? The Project Author's attitude is different, how? We must keep up with the rest of the World if we are to join the Big Society, therefore we will help ourselves to your lives, and usher you through the transformation? *keels over snorting…
The sketchiest of details of the Big Brother technology have been whispered into Nathie Mthethwa’s ear, have they not? Just enough to delight him with the options available, but not enough to alert him to the fact that his own life is now being scrutinised down to the last little detail? That if his own personal Leverage File hasn’t yet been created, it will be soon?
Our Hatman most certainly already has his own, one that is stuffed with juicy titbits, several of which may be used should he require ‘steering’ in a particular direction? Are the ShaikBoyz and the Guptas aware that they too have most likely acquired their own bulging Leverage files, for their obedience in running the Project is crucial to the Authors… *winks..
How quiet Schabir has become of late.. You'd forgotten him, sitting in his palace over in Innes Road? You care to take a bet that he is by now totally hooked on the Eavesdropping system? That his personal IT Consultant and Area Controller heaves a sigh of relief on the odd occasion that the Whisperer can tear himself away, to go play a round on the greens? *grins..
My own Controller is a stunning example of just how addictive it can become, when stealthily invading unsuspecting resident’s homes and privacy… Though I'd hazard that his outrageous behaviour has been sanctioned finally, and another official title bestowed on him, in an effort to clean up his image…*cackles.. Health Care Visitor, now added to Special Agent? (Special Needs Agent, more like..)
The sun is just on the horizon over Hugo Road and I’m out…
LATER at 9.35am…
His Foulness has yet to crank the BF up to misery levels today.. When I'd first woken after 3am I’d sat up quickly, wincing at the BF pain, and it's becoming clear, that waking me in this fashion is a source of pleasure to the unfortunate creature…. He stopped it soon, once I was up, but not quickly enough to prevent me becoming nauseated by his continued petty and sadistic behaviour… *snarls…
During our regular Wednesday catch-up at the gates, B.Snr had mentioned there'd been a guy with spraying equipment visiting our Controller’s property yesterday.. Spraying for what? *interest…
He also said that last week had been really rough, and they'd all gotten sick in the end, not just Missus B.Snr… That their granddaughters had visited briefly, and phoned later to say they were also ill… Not the really nasty nausea-inducing frequency then, but possibly something added to their water supplies?
It appears that entry to the Brave New World is to be by Invite only? Has it already been decided that those too old to adapt to the technological Age are expendible?
Has Balliram now been given the official go-ahead to slam us with all he’s got? His behaviour yesterday was a shocker, even for him, so fingers crossed that I at least earned it….
LATER at 4.45pm
You’re pushing middle-age, and you’ve been a cop all your life, and simply can't afford to rock the boat at this stage? Besides, you're old-school, and much like a soldier, you’ve learned to obey orders and keep your mouth zipped, right?
Glen’s man? *pukes noisily…. Who up at Dodge City isn't Glen’s man, one way or another? A perverted Bully who became so power-drunk that he finally stepped on one toe too many….
Tried and found guilty of sexually assaulting his own staff, you have to know, that while more than one Sydenham SAPS officer will attest if asked, to being Glen’s man, their private thoughts are hopefully still their own…
You’ve got this flamboyant One-Eyed Bully who’s managed to scramble out of every pit he’s dug for himself over the years, and who continues to be backed to the hilt by the local Druglord, Earl Michael Barnabas, right up to top Government level… WhyTF would you want to risk forfeiting your pension, and maybe even your life, by taking a stand against this worthless Pig? You wouldn’t.
That’s why, when it's whispered that Captain So and So is Glen’s man, I just shrug and roll my bloodshot eyes.. I know the score, and I know those I still regard as Good, and those you can write off right now… *looks at the Accomplice to Attempted Murder. The carefully scripted theatrics operating out of Dodge since the Abuser ‘left’ are working admirably… A farce on a grand scale, hey Crumb?
I doubt I’ll still be around to see the Purge, or if indeed there is to be such a thing, but I have to wonder whether you’re cunning enough to survive it…
Time for a laugh? I’d not even stepped into the bath yesterday afternoon, just after 4pm, when Bizarro cautiously activated his first wireless device of the day… I spat audibly. He tried again, and I was prompted to ask him aloud, exactly which part of his job description is covered by joining me in the bathroom, and how he explains this to his wife.. Needless to say he shut it down, and as I told you, the BF was subsequently used relentlessly, right up until the early evening…Temper, temper…
That was when I finally asked him if Tamara was aware of the pain he was deliberately causing me, and it quietened down miraculously… *sighs…
Today? Man, you just never know with this Knob… Maybe he’s been checking out his well-thumbed copy of The Art of War and thought it would confuse me if he simply freed me up from the pain for a day? Whatever.. Consider me relieved, as opposed to grateful, Chickenman..*spits….
The GW had preset the DSTV to the Joan Rivers show on the Entertainment Channel this arvo… It hadn't hardly started when the screen was blacked out…. I restarted it and had no further problems… *eyeroll….
It’s now 5.10pm and suddenly he comes looking for me again, and Millie shrieks the alarm.. I tell him to fark off, and amazingly, he does… Frankly, I've never in my 65 years, heard of a weirder relationship, and you?
Have the Behaviourists managed to pigeon-hole me to their satisfaction yet, or have they finally accepted the blindingly obvious? That like I've always said, I'm the effing toad-in-the-street, and no different to millions of others like me… *snorts.. The Project Author's employees, on the other hand.......
Thursday 20th January at 2.45am..
CleverDick again, and he’s just managed to crank up the frequency in my left ear, before it settled into the familiar microwave buzz with it's mate.. He used the BF to wake me again at 2.15am, and eventually I obliged and got up….
Quite clearly he’s planning on making up for my pain-free day yesterday, and is off to an early start…*nauseated…(It's 10.58am Friday. I've hit publish, and am now in Edit trying to tidy up my mess, when the BF begins to kick in... *waves to the Chop....)
The moon is hanging over Bernie's place, and it's that bright out, that our Area Controller could shut down every signal enhancer under his control, and it would still be possible for his Droogs to hop the walls and strategically place his wireless ‘nunus’ about your property… *grins..
The band of hadedas that hang out in my garden, must have found and despatched the owner of the fine cricket-run I'd seen on my front lawn last Thursday afternoon, or else (unlike my Master’s ‘nunus’), he/she has realised it's safer to stay silent…
We were settled watching Modern Family on Mnet last night, when the Controller again shut the TV screen down.. *yawns… Shortly after we had it back up, he employed the truly weird Go To Sleep frequency.. It's hard to describe, but it first affects my feet, and they start a cold burn, and then there's this really unpleasant feeling that creeps over me, and seconds later I'm struggling to keep my eyes from closing.. Neat, hey? Don’t let the fact that I wasn’t remotely tired and had been looking forward to watching the Big Bang Theory, influence you in any way… *winks.. I guess I can safely assume that this same frequency is the one that had Missus B.Snr. suffering chronic tiredness for so long?
It faded eventually, and I recovered to stay and watch some of a re-run of Come Dine With Me, before heading for bed and my book…
There's not a peep outside my little window this morning, though I guess if I went out onto the side path, I'd hear Bali's aircon units running quietly… The Wireless song was out there when I opened the front door earlier, and stood on the verandah, but it was coming from the direction of the Rec. Centre this time…
LATER at 5.45am…
I nipped out the back after 5am, to try and repair some of V’s latest efforts to slow down the jasmine’s growth.. In a civilised situation, you'd think the Scrabble-Player could approach me and explain about the DLOS he’s been fooled into thinking he needs, and we could come to some compromise…
Sadly, my offending flora has been dealt with, in a far from polite manner, and I even glance sideways at the many bromilyads (sp) that V bought me as ‘gifts’.. Yeah, you pretty much know what I'm thinking, don’t you… *grins…
I guess this destructive game is set to continue indefinitely, being as how it's not likely that a belated invite from the Enlightened is about to arrive *roffels.. We're just not suitable material, are we dear? *looks at her Good Neighbour with a smile…
As long as you regularly check that your little family haven't begun displaying ANY of the symptoms of over-exposure to EMR that I chirp on about, (either described as best I can due to first-hand experience, or on the emrffsa.org site under Talking To Your Doctor), you are welcome to continue regarding me as a low-life… Were just one match to occur, there will be a huge scramble to reassure you that it’s nothing.. Bali will listen in to your indoor conversations, and take the appropriate steps, I promise you…
After that, it’ll be your call, unless it's already too late and they OWN you, one way or another? *interested…
Peace julle.. PS: I can't sign out without first waving to today's GateKeeper.... Howzit hal? *grins...
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Friday 21st January 2011 at 11.05am
