ABOUT-FACE..
(begun Saturday 23rd July at 3.00am..)
I'd been up at about 1.30am for a pee, and had gone through to the lounge to cover the dogs, with not so much as a hint of BackFire or grinding knee-joint... *blinks... By 2.45am that oversight had been rectified...
The window had steamed up behind my bed, and I scrawled my finger on it and wondered at the unusual warmth both inside and out of the house...
I'd tested the high-pitched, seriously automated-sounding nunu that had been running each time I surfaced earlier, and it sprang back into life as I climbed off Cloud 9 and crossed it's beam, and it hasn't shut up since... *grins...
I lie - Ten minutes later and the silence is almost shocking as it STFU.. The new communicator in the shark tank was off last night, and is still off, as Millie starts to protest....
I've not felt the need to return to durbanite.co.za since I mailed my re-typed blog/comment to Leon Blesshim, and only two auto-advice messages have come in since, to say that both the ladies had commented on the thread.. *waves to Heks...
It used to be that I got notified on each and every comment made, but the Controller put a stop to that some time ago, and despite the continued activity over there, only the occasional missive now makes it to my inbox... *yawns...
I've been trying to persuade the GameWrecker to take one last trip across to the UK to visit the boy, and it's an uphill battle... The little legacy my old lady left me is nearly at rock-bottom, but I figure it's the right thing to do, as he won't have another opportunity.... Turns out his Brit passport, that my gran bought him, is still good to go, but his SA passport had lapsed, so he headed down to Home Affairs yesterday to get it sorted...
Even with all the muddle and chaos in this little house, I'd been able to find his passports without a problem, though both mine seem to have disappeared... *blinks...
I'm fairly sure they'd both expired and anyways, as I've no plans to travel, it's not a trainsmash, though I can't help wondering if there's someone out there travelling under my nick... *grins..
It's now 3.50am and I wonder whether the scrawny Town Clerk sleeps the sleep of the Innocent as I sit here chatting to you, or whether he paces about his opulent apartment, beset by all manner of painful symptoms...
It's ironic to consider how easily this technological weaponry could be turned and used against him, without his knowledge..
Man, it's difficult.. For if I were to somehow find that the corrupt little Bastard has indeed become a target of the Metro Connect Project that he's promoted so diligently, it would change everything...
I'm for the underdog as you know, and would have no choice but to invite him to join our growing club.. Such a thing would be punishment enough, for one so highly placed to have to mingle with a band of worthless and crippled guinea-pigs? *snarls...
Has the Pisces Swimming Academy Owner ever emptied his pool completely, within the last couple of years? Over there in Keale Road? No, not backwashed, but emptied it...
Obviously I've no way of knowing the levels of radiation down that end of the Zone and I'd hazard they're nowhere near as heavy as they are here in the valley.. The Struggle Activist says she's begun to experience headaches, and that she dumps her cellphone for a couple of days every now and then, just in case that's the cause...
What happens if you swim regularly in heavily radiated water? Anyone know? *fascinated... It may just pay her to find out, sooner rather than later..... Get someone in who's qualified to test the water? Someone whose findings you can trust to be genuine? That in itself, could be a problem... *sighs..
It really makes no difference whether you're for or against the surveillance scheme, if you're going to end up as a statistic yourself, hey Mikey? All the riches in the world won't help once you've lost your health, and for your sake I hope I'm barking up the wrong damned tree....
LATER at 11.45am
It boggles the mind that there's a possibility you still think I create all this stuff for my own amusement... HowTF could a Retard begin to imagine what's taking place here in the Zone?
A Wireless Project run by a company called Tellumat? R52 million? Why would the whistleblower insist that Warren Sutcliffe was involved with Willy Govender in the property eValuation system when he wasn't? It should be easy enough to check on Warren's current lifestyle abroad?
Has he worked since he left this country, and what sort of car does he drive? Even if he did manage to cream a few million off the system before doing a runner, chances are he's not going to be throwing it round wildly at his new location... That would be just plain dumb...
Is Rene from Deloitte and Touche still around, and how was she convinced to stay mum on the Revenue Management Project? Threatened with losing her job altogether?
WhoTF is Roney Moodley, and is he related in any way to the Royal Security Owner? Does Roney frequently enjoy a round on the greens with our Arms Dealer, perchance? *grins...
I found two Friend requests in my box at durbanite the other day, and I circled them warily without replying...
One of them has been mentioned by the whistleblower as being involved in a project here in the Zone, and as yet she's made no comments on durbanite that could give me a little insight into her character, so you'll forgive my caution....
How did John Mchunu die in the end? Natural causes? Which hospital, if any, was he in when he drew his last breath, and where exactly is his black book today? The ease with which the San was infiltrated by a temporary Security Head, would suggest that there are more than a few staff members on call, that would be willing to tamper with medication if necessary.. *winks...
It strikes me that there would have been several at City Hall as well, happy to have Mchunu silenced sooner rather than later? You recoil with disgust at the mere suggestion? Hah!
The whistleblower seems unaware of our Head of Intelligence's investment in the Metro Connect System, and his cozy relationship with our Druglord, 'Earl' Michael Barnabas... Also, that not all the fibre was wasted by any means, but that plenty of it now runs through water lines and sewers across the Province...
That feeding the fibre through the waterlines alone, has incurred and continues to incur, more water wastage than a full-on drought... That it was the use of cable through the sewer lines that caused such horrific pollution in the Durban Harbour and bay, and on the sea front....
Is the whistleblower in need of a friend right now? My offer stands, and whatever your personal motives for these delicious revelations, I will back you to the hilt... However, if they have you in a sweaty corner, you might consider contacting the Rocket Scientist Karl Muller, as quick as you can..
Were knowledge of the combination of technologies used to run the Metro Connect Surveillance Scheme made available to the man in the street, and the devastating effect this combination can have on the health of the population in general, chances are our Herr Doktor Sutcliffe would slink back silently into his well-appointed corner...
Unless of course he wishes to go down in history as Manager of a Mass-murdering experiment, ultimately intended to cover the entire country?
Is the whistleblower simply the disgruntled former eThekwini employee that our crooked City Manager would have us believe, or is he/she currently being backed by some serious heavyweights?
My head is on overload, but delightfully so... Clouds are heading in from the northeast, and I must go feed the animals... Take care..
Peace..
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Saturday 23rd July 2011 at 2.15pm.
