SUE ME...
(begun Saturday 18th June at 3.30am...)
I'd barely lit the candles here at the desk, when he chirruped his remote, and I went into my usual routine of wondering if he's just getting up, or just getting in... I feel rather like some sort of ancient parent, vaguely anxious about it's yobbo adult offspring....
You can't do anything about his bad behaviour, except to hope you're not in his line of sight when his toys get tossed, as they are so regularly... *eyeroll....
It appears that his malicious intent burns as brightly as ever it did... Will you check out THIS picture? The two little dogs at the end of our front garden path, staring up at der Bunker wall in such anticipation? And HERE? The Surviving Twin actually sitting patiently, head cocked towards the top of the wall, waiting for.... what?
I've clearly not been paying sufficient attention to the results of the brief Balliram has given his newly acquired apprentice, Russell...
He's come on in leaps and bounds, has the latest Sorceror's Apprentice..*blinks... At least since he first hopped up against the wall and frightened the bejesus out of the two animals, causing them to gallop back down the path with their tails between their legs, yapping frantically... You remember?
Clearly since then he's expended a great deal of time and energy quietly convincing Cola in particular, that he's friend and not foe....
To what end, all this effort Balliram? Tidying up loose ends? Making sure the one that got away, doesn't, in the end? *vomits copiously.... Is the little dog set to become some sort of canine Jimmy Hoffa, in order to appease your sick nature? *waits with interest....
That small white Cessna/like has been going over regularly of late.. Too high to tell whether it's the SAPS plane again, or not, but interesting to speculate what it is they're up to....
Did you go check google earth/maps like I suggested? If you're a larnie with megabucks you can afford to run google earth professional, in which case you should be able to study St. Theresa's, beyond my place at No. 8, and see for yourself the tell-tale signs of a mini wireless base station... For a stunning shot of the dorm windows you would have to be standing outside my top wall, facing across the valley, preferably after dark.
The near magical effect given off by the supposedly protective coating on those windows at night, has to be seen to be believed...
Consider this - If a sleeping net designed to repel EMR costs R18ks, can you even begin to imagine what it cost to cover all those windows with microwave repellant? *bolt-eyed... And that was done, (according to my dated pictures) a long time before the National Lotto Contractors arrived and began the magnificent 4-Phase upgrade...
It's nice to know that however belatedly, every care has now been taken to see that the little ones aren't affected by the hugely increased levels of EMR... Bullshit! What am I saying?!!
As if Colin P. Balliram gives a tinker's for the well-being of a bunch of faceless/nameless kids and their Carers...
He didn't care back when he used to direct the GateKeepers as they moved about the grounds carrying their blinding porta-lights after dark, and he certainly doesn't care now that there's such a huge choice of added lighting to manipulate... *yawns...
Once again, if Metro Connect had seen fit to employ a qualified and honest Controller to 'manage' the mini base station, and had a qualified and trustworthy Ombudsman designated to monitoring the output, I wouldn't have much of a trembling leg to stand on.... Well, apart from that rather damning clause in our fantastique Constitution of course... *shrugs....
Do you seriously expect me to believe that this unstable Cracker has one iota of responsibility in his makeup? *snorts....
The GameWrecker had been sitting here at the desk reading the papers sometime yesterday afternoon, when he came through to say that my spare Nokia had suddenly spoken aloud as it lay untouched next to him... He hadn't been able to make out what the auto message had said, but you could see he was suitably rattled.. *cackles..
I've tried explaining to him that our PC and phones are now being used as part of a Training program for Metro Connect, and that our Area Controller next door regularly has his students dialling our numbers and visiting our computer, so that in the end, they too may be employed as Controllers....
That's about right, is it not Allen? The Authors have nowhere near the numbers they need to manage the power circuits and to feed stolen information back to the data banks dotted across the country, so training up the next wave of Digital Warriors (snorts) is vital...
What better place to practise their newly acquired talents than here at No. 8? *beams... No wonder we're having these weird and isolated powercuts, and I get all those no-number calls on my cellphones... We've become an Institute of Learning, rather than simply a venue for Balliram's hacker students to practise on...
Would that also cover the regular tripping of B.Snr's power supplies in the dead of night? One of Balliram's students, fumbling as he/she is taught how to access an individual home via their streetlight? It all fits beautifully, does it not?
Jannie and Barnabas' insistence that as a Tutor, Balliram's contribution is too valuable to consider having him relocated at this point? This, despite that they're more than aware of his reckless and uncontrollable behaviour and the irreversable physical damage he's caused to more than a few of us? Lovely....
The already startling increase in electrical fires is set to go through the roof, as the various versions of the Metro Connect surveillance technology arrives in a suburb near you.. That's not all though, is it?
The GW trundled through to show me a bucket of brown water yesterday... That's from the bath tap, said he.. For the first time that I can remember, there's now a brown stain in our bathroom basin, where the tap washer keeps packing in...
A brown stain that's colour is matched exactly by the stain in the bottom of our larnie 4/5month old see-through kettle... *blinks... WTF is being run into our now easily accessible water lines to cause such a swift and visible reaction? *curious...
It wasn't that long ago that I would chug down around eight glasses of water a day... At this point I can't tell you why or when I stopped the practise... More animal instinct? *studies it's shifty Controller...
If you wish us to cease reporting the leaks we come across in the area, as directed by none other than Neil MacLeod, you're going about it the wrong way... You may just have noticed that the bullying goonda-style methods employed by your good buddy Nayager and his cohorts, so successfully in the past, don't work so well here..
That what may well terrify the average embattled citizen of the Zone into silence, has me generally snorting with contempt and derision at the level of the attacks... Sure, a nail driven into a tyre overnight, or a car battery drained remotely, could have serious, if not terminal results for the unwitting owner, and nothing's changed there... I just figure we deserve a lot better than these continued furtive thuggee style assaults...
You can guarantee that this high-handed behaviour isn't restricted to us, and one such glaring example has to be my Vice Chair, who is currently under siege from several different quarters... *spews... As a latecomer, experiencing the delights of Nayager and his IT Lackey's attentions, both via his powerlines and the web that is the Curry Mafia, the good man is now as bewildered as I was, when first we were chosen as the Patsies for the Metro Connect Trials...
Will he manage to withstand the onslaught, and hold onto his beliefs and sanity, or will he become just another statistic to go down under the wave of corruption that engulfs the area? A satisfying side-show, tortured in order to feed the sick bloodlust of the criminals holding the reins?
*It's now 5.30am and I swear it's raining! Gezunkelnutz!!*#!@! My young Landscaper was due to visit today, though this weather change may yet put a damper on the works... *sighs...*
So ja - I guess if she were to ask me again why I would suppose that I'm of any interest at all to the Women-Abusing, disgraced ex-Head of Sydenham Station, I would at least be able to articulate the truth, as opposed to standing silent with my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water... *grins..
I would reply that as the first of the Test Monkeys for the Metro Connect Trials set up in Harris Crescent in 2005, I've grown to become an obsession to both the depraved Nayager and his equally sick Lackey Balliram, if only for their ongoing and tireless efforts to whack me into submission...
My Chair asked me how I felt about marching through the Zone to support PAGAD later today.. (The Marchers are due to leave the Spark's Road Mosque at 2pm).
Hell, you all know, and saw, how much I enjoyed that futile and poorly attended March Against Crime a few years ago... The one where we ended up at City Hall only to find the coward Sutcliffe hadn't even bothered to show his lying face?
My continuing unbidden paroxyms (sp) of coughing however, preclude me from participating in this latest well-intentioned, if equally futile demonstration against the drugs flooding into the Zone..
While the PAGAD Leaders continue to remain silent on 'Earl' Michael Barnabas' deployment as right hand man to our Head of Intelligence Mo Shaik, the Drug dealers and runners that pepper the Zone, will remain protected by the likes of Sydenham SAPS.. Fact... Peace julle..
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Saturday 18th June 2011 at 8.26am.
