BAD BOYS..
(begun Monday 14th March at 6am...)
Has Mr. Cowan's untimely demise left his unfortunate family without a roof over their heads? Would you care to investigate his exact address in Innes Road, and see what's happened to his home since he topped himself? Was there a Missus Cowan, and has she been forced to put the family pile on the market? Any takers? *looks at the Whisperer...
A neat under-the-counter deal, and you've installed a friend over there? That address must be worth a few million at least, and the sale may be easily manipulated with the help of the Information Theft technology, one way or another.. Life's pretty darned grand at the moment, hey Schabir?
Now, if you could just find out why your already short fuse, grows shorter by the day?
Have you considered your seemingly Always On rage might be a side-effect of the technology you've become addicted to? That those hours you spend huddled next to your own IT Monkey, while you snigger over private conversations nearby, relayed to your laptop, are actually taking their toll? You're kidding yourself if you believe that a round or two down on the Papwa Sewgolum greens will refresh you.. I'm guessing that a true reading of the EMR now blanketing that area would frighten the hell out of you.. *grins...
I'm here to tell you that the medicine you're now able to surreptitiously force on your neighbours, via their power supplies, will inevitably come back to bite you... Man, you better believe I'm a walking aerial right now.. However much Balliram will insist to his wife and others, that he contains and restricts the poison to individual homes, there is massive fallout in the very air that surrounds you.. *shrugs...
LATER at 6.40am
A few fat drops of rain began falling as I went up to fetch the Times from our driveway.. Interesting to note that the BackFire frequency was literally flooding the air as I climbed the stairs.. *winces... Not a dangerous frequency hey Balliram? You've done long-term studies? Hah! It's as thick and heavy in the Scrabble-Player's property as it is in mine, so I hope you've got your facts right... *doesn't hold breath...
LATER at 7.05am
I came to send out the CPF text reminders and found my little Nokia brick was down to a single bar, so I put it on the charger.. It almost immediately said Battery Full.. *blinks.. I've tried both the usual plugs, but it sticks steadfastly now at only 2 bars... No corruption Mistuh Sutcliffe? None whatsover?
The GW is currently trying to clear the water line of the brown water that's coming out of our taps, as I write... Hell hath no fury like a criminal outed? *cackles...
By 7.35am I'd sent out all the sms reminders, though how many of them reach their destination, heaven only knows, and the whipped Nokia has dropped back to one bar only...
I really appreciated the thread over at mybroadband on plugs, sockets and adaptors... The GameWrecker has had to pull me up on more than one occasion in the past, for not pushing a plug in all the way.. *red... Not an error I make these days... Cheap plugs and adaptors? I've always considered my SO to be somewhat anal with his refusal to buy inexpensive mass imported electricals... Despite this, we've proven that even the best quality plugs, adaptors, and surge-protectors are no match for the repeated surges we're treated to by our Area Controller.. 220 volts? You're kidding me, right? I guess 480 volts would be nearer the mark... *gags..
Long after the storm had faded into the distance last night, our system took a wikked dip, and I hastily switched off my bedside lamp before the Creep could explode the bulb... *shrugs...
I doubt that Jannie van Zyl even bothers to dismiss my claims any more... To concede that while our home may indeed be suffering the attentions of the Mob, we are an isolated case, and a deserving one at that... Like hell we are... *snorts..
The only difference between me and all the other targets Nayager and Balliram have fun with, is that I can see the Bastards, and snitch on them here, while the rest of their victims will suffer in baffled silence..*pukes...
I finally put the charger onto a completely different jackpoint and plugged in the Nokia...
Not ten minutes have passed and already my little phone feels uncomfortably warm.. 220 volts you say? Hah!
LATER at 9.05am..
You have to seriously wonder at the characters of those that our Controller reports back to... Who it is that continues to allow these two ostentatious exhibitionists to continue their destructive efforts at torturing the stupid and vulnerable.. Who is the most likely to enjoy reports of my pain, as a result of Balliram's control of our power supplies? You know the answer to that one, already... *looks at Earl the Smug... A shifty, slippery eel you are sir, swimming now in a pond filled with like-minded individuals.. Will you remain as untouchable and omnipotent as your Monkeys, Nayager and Balliram consider themselves to be? I would bet that's a yes, for the moment at least...
Does the announced re-launch of the PAGAD organisation cause you to lose any sleep at all? You've already bought off several key-players in that outfit? Figures.. *mutters...
Who will replace you in the unlikely event that fate were to step in and end your rule? Will your Runners accept young Baron as their Chief? I don't think so....
LATER at 11.05am
There's a sudden puff of white smoke rising just beyond the gumtrees, and I watch as it's author walks briskly away up the slope to Hugo Road...
Not the BushDweller, whose campfire I've not smelled recently, but a GateKeeper wearing a red T, black trousers, and a very familiar hat.. *blinks... He's carrying a long stick with something tied on the end.. A rag, soaked in gasoline?
LATER at 2.30pm
The drizzle must have knocked the fire out before it took hold.. Hmm.. I would never have known our Controller was even home, had I not just been up to see the GW off, and there was the Beemer tucked tightly up on the road side of their dodgy gates.. *yawns...
One of the two fat cables snaking up his pole has been pulled away, and hangs now in a large, untidy loop... And your point, Balliram?
Tuesday 15th March at 4.45am...
It's complicated... When I was told yesterday afternoon that Schabir had been picked up by Correctional Services, I unbelievably felt a twinge of pity for the bloke, and that was long before I read the Damage Control piece on the front page of last night's Daily News...Was that exactly as the AmDram Theatrical Society had intended for me to react? *grins..
You think I'm kidding? If the general public can be swayed even a fraction, into thinking that in the mosque incident at least, there was a rush to judgement, and that he was carted off to chookie unfairly, it's a bonus for the Whisperer... Was our Captain S at prayer, or on duty, at the time when he witnessed the whole thing play out? *curious...
Whatever.. The Whisperer hit the jackpot when such a credible and articulate cop just happened to be present and able to correct the initial reports circulating in the Press... *winks...
I bet I'm not the only one judging the unfortunate little man on the company he keeps these days, and you'd fail sadly were you to try and convince me he's not in regular contact with the likes of the Druglord and his Puppet Nayager... *gags..
It's the klap he gave the journalist that rankles, and how easily that incident will be shrugged off and trivialised by the patriarchal society here in the Zone... You wonder that I smell the dab hand of a carefully scripted theatrical production, designed to ultimately have you walk away thinking the Whisperer is the unfortunate victim of the piece? *grins..
What should the punishment be, for flouting his conditions of parole? Two years of community service in female geriatric wards across the city, would be my judgement... On each and every visit to a hospital he would be accompanied by a female observer chosen from a list of outraged applicants.. A list of names known only to little Ms. Khosa, and certainly not on any computer data base that may be easily hacked, right Bali?
Oh shyte... That wouldn't work either, as the journalist's phones will be thoroughly monitored by now, will they not? *falls over choking...
You beginning to see the light yet? That there is NO information that can't be ferreted out and bought, since the advent of the Information Theft technology.. You've sat back and allowed the Corrupt to manage the entire operation thus far, so you can't really whine when they get away with murder... Maybe the PTB should consider insisting that Schabir attend Anger Management Classes, along with our own Salacious Crumb and Constable Masuku? Like that was EVER gonna happen... *keels over cackling..
Peace..
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Tuesday 15th March 2011 at 9.54am..
