POKING THE TIGER..
(begun Tuesday 22nd March at 8.35am...)


I found no Times tossed over our gates this morning, so I rang the delivery guy, and he's just told me our paper was 'stopped' and he doesn't know why.. *coughs gently...  The GW called their subs. division and was told their computers were playing up (always interesting?), and that there was a 'system error' with the GW's account, though he's paid up till July.  He should start getting his daily Times again by Thursday.....  Here, Rubbish - I think you earned this? *tosses bouquet to Balliram, the ever Lame, though girlishly versatile, 'we have connections everywhere'....

Ever wonder where I get all this stuff from?  I've always thought it to be lucky guesswork, but lately I'm having doubts... I hardly spend any time thinking about it, and instead make white noise most of the time, to block it out.. Our personal Eavesdropper can verify that, and hopefully, it drives him NUTS... *grins...
So how's it being done?  How come such a complete Fool is able to trot out the truth, sometimes even ahead of time?  I'm currently (godIlove that word) toying with the idea that my own personal frequency is so empty, that I'm picking up other people's bloody signals...  Oh, and while I'm at it, quite telling me to stop the self-deprecation...

We all know I'm a moron, and if I choose to remark on it frequently, it's my perogative.. *snorts..
OK - so own up.. Which CleverDick knows every last detail of the Project and has hacked into the vacant ground in my head, for a lark?  You can tick Balliram off the suspect list as he simply doesn't have the skills, and besides, I doubt he'd have told you how he had his own truck nicked..*grins...  The RF Fundi?  See now, there's a clever lad, who says he's not had a job to fully test his skillz, in years.... Am I a conduit for all the secrets he knows?  A hobby, indulged in, while he waits to land the Big One?  Ag kak, that's probably not it either... Never mind, the door in my head just slammed shut again, so I'm off for the moment....

Wednesday 23rd March at 4am..

Morning... *yawns... I'll stick my raddled neck out again and say that this entire area, Sherwood, is now saturated with wirelessed beams..  Yep, the same invisible devices or treatment that have me laughing at myself as I struggle to pinpoint their location...  *Ooer... my harddrive is excessively busy all of a sardine, as I update this blog? *  I've told you how you can cruise down Harris after dark, when it's quiet, and roll your window down to hear a 'cricket' call out cheerfully as you drive by each property.. Just the one, in front of each property, and that's just on the road... Our garden OTOH, has at least five reliable 'regulars' that you can guarantee will greet you as you walk into, or passed, certain areas....

Find them?  Easier said than done, mate... They're not designed to be found once they've been set up, as pretty much proven by the recently resurrected nunu outside our lounge window... See, if they were easy to find, a homeowner or gardener might stumble across it, and raise the alarm.. (My little joke, folks...)
I'm not backing down either, on the invisible cameras that I insist are now on so many streetlights in the area..
After all, this is the original test area for the Information Theft Project, and we've been 'blessed' by way more than our fair share of surveillance technology... *heaves..

I went into the House of Security up at Sanlam last week and asked to see their outdoor wirelessed security solutions... The kid showed me a device that you place about your property outdoors to create the necessary beams..I spluttered that even a partially-sighted person would see them straight off... But Madam, quoth he, isn't that the point?  To deter the criminals BEFORE they jump your walls?   Apparently not, if you live in an area designed to be controlled by just one or two criminals, employing a band of assorted thieves to do the actual dirty work....  That would of course be our friend, the convicted Sex Offender, Glen Nayager, and his Cracker, Colin P. Balliram...

A stunningly simple exercise then, to target a specific address and for it to have ALL it's monitoring technology activated... If the occupants are home, as the unfortunate Sham family were to their cost, the outside cameras will be on, and the inside audio-monitoring activated... Each family member can now be pinpointed to their exact location in the house, merely from the sounds relayed back to the Controller...

In the case of the many practise runs done on Sue the Book's little cottage here at No. 5, it was dead easy...
It was only her and the kid, and Nayager and Balliram would wait until they put their lights out and simply listen to their breathing, until they were obviously out for the count.. At this stage they'd call their waiting droogs to hop the fence and nick the car, motorbike, or whatever...  The dog? No worries..  They'd have had their Dog Whisperer befriend the mutt, month's back, and after an initial bark or two, it would retreat and watch as the thieves went about their work....
Your dogs would NEVER allow that to happen?  Are you 100% sure of that?  You have them fed when you remember, and for the most part they're shut outside in all weathers, in a tiny space 24/7, without a kind word or any attention at all?  You know who you are....

So, when this chap starts coming by at odd hours of the day or night, and furtively tosses delicious titbits over your wall to the bored creatures, while making the same soft greeting each time, you don't think after a few weeks even the most ferocious of guard dogs would be happy to hear that quiet sound arrive, knowing there are treats in store?
You've already got security beams installed on your property, but no dogs?  Then you're a gift to these two organised crime thugs, for it's a simple matter to disable your system remotely.

Which brings me to this....
Sue the Book's old lady went out for a couple of hours yesterday morning.. Just for a treat, as she'd been in hospital the week before for severe dehydration... She's in her eighties now, and has lived in that Moth cottage adjoining the Druglord's ex-Mistress' house on Jan Smuts Highway since long before we moved here, over thirty years ago....
A soft target hey Balliram?  Already suffering greatly with hip problems, it makes my eyes water just to think of how easy it's been for the Area Controller to increase her joint pain to excrutiating levels....
That's never been enough though, has it?

So yesterday, while the old lady was taken out in her wheelchair for a couple of hours, our charming Area Controller and his buddy, saw to it that her trellidoor was removed and her front door smashed in, and her tiny home left in chaos for her return... What did they nick?:  A few inexpensive baubles and a cellphone that her Carer had left on a bedside table.. That's it.. *shrugs...
As always, Tweedledumb and Tweedledee will have their rock-solid alibis to hand... This one was here, and that one was there, and there's no ways they were involved... *shudders....

How did the thieves get onto the property?  From the Moth Cottage communal servant's quarters, now housing a wide variety of skabengas?  A situation reported to the dodgy Flame Lily Board of 'Trustees' several times, with absolutely no results..? What was the point of that particularly lame exercise, Balliram?  May I guess?
The old lady's property is quite heavily overgrown, despite all the threats and warnings issued by the Moth bullies, to have it cleared....
She simply didn't have the means to pay for it to be cut back, and I doubt she'd have even considered chopping down any trees she has...

Her health is now so fragile she's been told she can no longer live alone, so she's moving into Sue the Book's already cramped cottage at the end of the month... Alas, not before these two thugs had one last and seriously spiteful bit of carefully organised fun at her expense... *vomits... The minute she's out for good, you can guarantee a team of tree fellers will be in there to raze her garden to the ground..  Probably a crew recommended by young Baron, who lived with his mother adjoining the old lady's property...
Yep, that would be the Fair Carol's son, up and coming top-Lieutenant to the outwardly squeaky-clean Druglord...
The good-looking youngster, barely out of school, that cruises about in a convertible with the top down?  *waves...

They've wanted to clear LOS for ages, and each time they've tried, the old lady has remarked...Once she's moved out, there won't be a problem, hey Balliram?  OTOH, there will then be nothing to break the full-on battering that Carol's home must take in that well-positioned site, so it's a bloody good thing they appear to have found alternative accommodation already.. *shrugs...
So there you have it folks - Another win-win solution all round, thanks to the surveillance technology saturating the area.. Beams and cameras installed and activated only to ASSIST the criminals, and most certainly not to deter them.. *gags...

See the front page of yesterday's Daily News, March 22nd, Deadline Edition, to realise that someone else has finally noticed Dodge City's reluctance to deal with crime, and is giving them well-deserved headlines as a result.. Will that distract you from wondering what has happened to Ms. Khosa's docket?
Hopefully not, but so far, you've proven a gullible lot, and have chosen to laugh off my claims as lunatic ranting..

Good luck out there today, and peace..

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Wednesday 23rd March 2011 at 12.02pm.