A NEW DAWN...
(begun Friday 7th January at 7.45am...)
A Christmas card arrived yesterday, via good old snail mail, and I sent a text to my sister, thanking her. She’s replied to say that it was posted in good time to reach us by December 25th, and sounded astonished at the delay..
Where has it been all this time?
In some bright-lit laboratory over in Mayville, where the Druglord’s forensic team studied it under ultra-violet light, looking for hidden messages? *roffels..
How many years ago did I blog that we were forced to lease a postbox at Hofmyer due to repeatedly lost or opened mail, and that the practise continued, despite our precautions?
The Mob have their minions everywhere… I’ve no doubt it’s a simple matter to pick out a specific address at the entry point into the country, if not the Province… *yawns…
My Controller’s sanctimonious contribution to load-shedding continues, with just our one streetlight active each night. I tend to think it’s the Poor Sod’s idea of a joke, to keep just ours running on it's own… Sad….
The eye-watering new array of lights now installed the length of the orphanage building, certainly necessitate cut-backs, but I fail to see the reasoning behind deactivating the Mothership, on the notorious Black Hill… Fark, ours not to reason why… Long as you turned YOUR geyser off, right? *spews…
She’d recoiled in disgust and asked what would become of the children housed in the orphanage at St. Theresa’s, and I told her truthfully that IMO the authorities would never be held accountable for the lives and well-being of a handful of orphans..
Still crippled by your own enormous intellect, and your inability to function without logic? Your insistence that you must have ‘proof’ before you can entertain that such things as I report are possible? *keels over cackling.. Have it your own way guys….
If you haven’t already been introduced to the Information Theft Operation’s Mr. Side-Effects, chances are either you or a family member will be unavoidably shaking hands with this strange phenomenon before long…
Give us an IRC channel where I can meet with Ms. Dorny and speak with her merrily of our newly acquired mutual skills.. Skills we never asked for, but that were brutally bestowed on us by the Project Authors and the unqualified Idiots they’ve employed.. Oops! I forgot! My irc usage is blocked… *doesn’t wonder why.. Skype? No thanks, hal… *winks…
I’m aware that my rasping voice offends, and therefore choose to restrict it to the uninvited (by me, at least) guests that my Network Admin. allows through the doors of our PC..*shrugs…
BTW, hal, how’d I do? Did they send a silver-tongued Persuader after you, to entice you into joining the Crusade? Are you now an Area Controller yourself?
While I have to believe that there are many responsible and honest Controllers employed by this Project, (looks at skydog), if you haven't figured out for yourselves that Colin P. Balliram ain't one of them, I fear you're doomed to eventually go the same way as the crooked Cracker…
You’ll be encouraged to smack those on your circuit via the frequencies and power supplies, merely because you find their private conversations distasteful, or you don’t care for the make or colour of the vehicle they drive… Succumb just the once to using your new powers in this way, and you're a goner… *shrugs…
It's always possible that some sort of Area Controller’s Guild has been established, and that Balliram has been given Leadership by Mo Shaik and the Authors… Godhelpyou if this is the case, for there's bound to be unofficial initiation rites involving cruelty to innocent targets, if he’s in charge… *vomits…
Do I think that something as simple as drawing my curtains, can in any way detract from some of Balliram's sick enjoyment? While it's true that his ‘nunus’ fell astonishingly silent since I shut at least a few of the windows off from the device’s view last night, I'm guessing that even now he’s trying to figure out a work-around.. *grins…
The wind still comes from the North-East, and right now it’s the prettiest day imaginable.. The BackFire lurks, but is bearable, as he very often saves it's full force till either the little woman or the GW have left, later on.. The way of the Coward…*shrugs…
LATER at 10.05am..
I’d just finished hanging the laundry, when the telly screen vanished. I've no doubt Missus Kazee would say I'm grumbling again, and she'd by correct… These constant smacks delivered to the TV can't be doing it any good at all, whether deliberate or ‘unavoidable’… May I ask your Councillor Cuz to fund us with a new telly, should ours finally succumb to Balliram’s ministrations?
I'm told that once he finished his stint as Councillor, he’s due to pick up at least three different Pensions…
A more than tidy sum, and with his heavily-vested interest in the Information Theft Project, what are my chances of a handout? *whines…
How are the whitewash experts doing? Are their efforts to paint Balliram as unjustly accused, paying off? Too little, too late, guys…
The distorted picture he has of himself means that always and forever he will have a speech bubble over his crooked head saying :”Aint NO-ONE the Boss of ME!” *laughing…
I can't really accuse the Strategist for his enormous error of judgement in employing this Yobbo in the first place… I mean, who knew? You DID??!!!
It’s now 10.30am and the BackFire frequency has been cranked up to the max.. I'm betting DickHead has just gone out and set it way higher than he needs to, just out of sheer spite… Yup, there’s the accompanying wave of heat as well… *eyeroll….
Back in the early days, when the Pair of Snake-oil Specialists first began making their mark on the local interwebz, I guess few were aware of his true character and connections to the Mob…
Once the Authors had seen the efficaciousness of employing Local Druglords and Crime Bosses to speed up the spread of the invasive technology, my Controller’s star really began to shine, bigtime…
Paired up with Glen Nayager, and given the means to hack into and control all the fixed lines and cellphones in the area, the two of them could barely contain themselves….
Once the ability to eavesdrop inside homes, was in place, the fun really began..*gags.. It's since been established officially that the disgraced ex-Head of Dodge City is a perverted bully, and being handed the Information Theft technology would've fed his sick appetite to the extreme…
His close confidante and IT ‘specialist', Balliram, is equally as sadistic, but chose to feed his tastes rather more cautiously and not get caught…
I've no doubt that the Captain of Courage continues to visit banks and hospitals under the guise of IT Security Consultant, and that he continues to tutor newcomers to the WUGs in the art of hacking… It doesn’t bother you in the least that he answers directly to a Druglord, and that he's also as thick as thieves with Barnabas’ Lieutenant, young Baron Frankson….*shakes head...
Whitewash? Try this for size… Balliram has spent years secretly infiltrating Barnabas’ empire, with a view to passing on the information to Anwar Dramat further down the line…
When Earl's usefulness is over, my Controller will proudly step in and provide the final nails needed for Barnabas' coffin….*teeth…
You think this possibility won't have occurred to the Druglord a long time ago? *grins.. It would doubtless amuse the Telecoms Agent no end to suggest that Bali is some sort of double-Agent and is in fact, working for the OldBoyz on the QT… Se GAT he is!!!!
If as I suspect, my dear Controller was given any credit in Selebi’s removal as Head of Interpol, it would have enhanced the whitewash efforts tremendously… *winks at Jannie…
I’m at it again? Giving way more credit than is due to this petty criminal of a Cracker? Hell, you can't blame me, when you consider he manipulates every aspect of my life.. *belches…
Would I be appalled to find our Controller has trained up a proxy to, on occasion, take over the reins, leaving him to appear innocent of my charges? Not at all… Apparently any old monkey can operate the powerlines, hey Al?
Degrees in EE? Diplomas? No importante… IT skills, a lack of conscience, and a willingness to work with the lowest of the low, and you’re in…
Peace…
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Saturday 8th January 2011 at 7.56pm.
