(begun Saturday 2nd July6 at 4.20am..)
Did it cross my Area Controller's twisted mind to have some fun and to fry my two SIMs and shrug it off as RICA related? I bet it did.. Did someone have to remind him that I'd blogged when I'd RICA'd them, and that it mightn't be a good idea?
Needless to say, the past two days would've been delightfully rewarding for the destructive Cracker and his mates, and I've little doubt he ran his own Not RICA'd? DIE! campaign, with the blessings from Higher Up.
How many unfortunate people living in far-flung rural areas, suddenly found themselves without their life-line? They'd had more than sufficient advanced warning? You're sure of that? *snarls...
There's not much point in running a bitchfest on the inevitable injustice that's going to happen across the land as a result, and I'd do better to concentrate on the occasional feel-good story in the Press, where the cops actually get their man, using the fantabulous RICA system...
Yeah, I'm a tad jagged this morning.. Dick Tracy's been hammering away at our hip joints over the past three or four nights, with spectacular results, and Derby and Joan now shuffle about grimacing at the discomfort.. Give the bugger a round of applause, why don't you?
You've a problem buying the concept? More fool you.. I was dead to the world at 4am this morning when I was rudely woken with both legs in pain.. Cramp? Not a chance... *snorts...
When I visited mybroadband yesterday evening, it was to find that Soft (Redux?) had penned me a post, and a fairly kind one at that.. *startled... Did he actually get that I'm genuinely anxious about the ignorance displayed by so many internet users? When I replied that he was a lucky lad to have escaped so far unscathed, could he see that I meant it?
Man, I'm notoriously slow, and it's always taken a brick shoved up my nose before the penny finally drops.. It took Karl Muller's reminder of the woman carrying her cellphone in her bra, for me to suddenly wake up... One of Millie's gross sisters had suddenly stirred, about 6 months back, in the hairline by my ear, but I'd ignored her easily, as it's not an area that could possibly have been ascribed to Mr. Sol's fierce rays....
In fact, I didn't even join the dots until about a month ago, when the bitch began to react to my Controller's attentions....
I did as I posted, and dug out the cordless phone and put it to my ear, just as I'd sat so regularly with it tucked there, while I yammered away to my kid up in the Midlands.. Often for an hour at a time... At this point I'd like to pretend they're unrelated, but there it is for all to see, as the gross thing crawls out from under the headset.. *blinks...
Conclusive evidence? Hell, the Prof had stated emphatically that cordless phones are way more deadly than your average cellphone, so I'd scrapped it straight away and gone back to using the old Venus set.. It now looks like it may well be too little, too late.. *shrugs...
Stood up next to Main Millie, this latest relative is small-fry, though she's a seriously fast mover, and over the last few weeks has been making her presence felt daily... *yawns... I guess like her elder sister she'll be disfiguring, but non-life threatening, and I'll just have to wait and see.... Besides, there's no proof that it was my so-convenient cordless phone that's now turned on me.. *eyeroll... Who's going to buy that, when I've so many other fine examples of Mr. Sol's attentions?
The increased electricity rates kicked in yesterday, and you just know there's going to be some seriously offended ratepayers, when their next bill arrives...
We've got one of the old meter boxes attached to the side of the house, and the GW has taken to photographing the read-outs regularly, to avoid any possible corruption to our account (though I still think he's in for a nasty shock). Balliram can anticipate eavesdropping on some blazing rows, once the next bill arrives, and that's a given.. *spews....
You may recall that the GW's comfortable life expectancy was dropped from his nineties way down to the seventies before his pension runs out... I'm guessing that his next scheduled visit to that establishment will have him facing penury just around the corner, thanks to Sutcliffe and his greed... You can knock off a few more years with the stress of it all as well, hey Mike? *spits at the corrupt City Manager.....
The water was still running gently onto Garbutt as I drove past on Thursday morning.. It's been cleverly done, and the almost-hidden pipe pokes out from the verge, just to the side of that big house, and not directly from their property.. So, whose water is it that runs so frequently that it's eroding the surface of the road? Who pays for the thousands of litres of water that's wasted?* interested.....
I'll stop and take a picture for you if you like, and maybe you can give me an answer, though I suspect that once again the cost of that particular runoff will be met by the likes of my cash-strapped old man..
A litany of doom and gloom? Not at all... That inexplicable feeling of optimism refuses to curl up and die, despite Balliram's best efforts, and it takes very little to make me happy.... Silly things maybe.. Like finding ocleroux enjoys Come Dine With Me as much as we do... *grins.... Like finding my Good Neighbour is just that, despite that my paranoia led to a period of misgivings....
Like discovering the day before yesterday once and for all, that I'd been 100% correct about the new streetlights, as my Area Controller's curiosity got the better of him, and he fumbled right before my eyes..*falls over in delight....
He told you? Or was he hoping I hadn't noticed after all? See now, if the Community were aware that pretty much each and every pole bearing the cowlings with the lemon-coloured light sensors on top, have now the ability to be activated to watch you, it could raise a few eyebrows?
Insufficient Monitors? Don't FFS give me that crap!
If what Jannie van Zyl touts as our area's top Controller can spend hours tracking the every move of a 65-year old retard, for his own sick pleasure, why would I believe there aren't enough Monitors to keep the area crime-free? Like I said - those invisible cameras are being used to assist a highly successful Organised Crime campaign, running across the country..
You still don't believe me? Come, you know where I live, and I'd be happy to show you what I'm talking about...
Let the Rocket Scientist move his ass on down here, and once and for all take the lid off this rank can of worms before it's too late.. Let Karl Muller bring Leonard Els back to my home, and between them they can crack this filth wide open...
Ag kak! There I go again... I'd only have to see the young Prof again, to be overwhelmed by guilt at involving him in this horrendous web of criminal activity...
I guess it's the cowardice that jars me so... The sheer funk that Spence continues to display as he goes about his business, knowingly working with criminals... Apparently heroes are in scant supply these days..
Mac McCarthy at durbanite.co.za has become almost subdued.. WTF? Beginning to see the light there dude? That whatever Team, if any, it is that you bat for, they are easily as corrupt as their opponents?
When I claimed that the little Sydenham Heights Rep is being systematically crippled in her own apartment, I guess several of you are aware that it's the truth...
When I claim that at least seven of us down this end of the Crescent have had our cartilage melted away purposely, by a criminally-affiliated Area Controller, you know it's the truth...
When I insist that Balliram continues to cook us on high, inside our own homes, I guess you've figured out that it's no lie...
So, what is it that holds you back? Can I guess? Self-preservation has to be the answer....
Where's the Part-time Political Science activist on this beautiful crisp pre-dawn morning? She pops into my head unbidden on such a regular basis that she has to be a featured player in this Game, whether she realises it or not.... I must go... *limps off painfully..
LATER at 8.35am
Do I know how to push your buttons, or what?! *teeth... That one so clearly short-changed on grey matter dares to attempt to enlighten the already Bright? Fark that! Tellus how many of you are privy to the devices hidden inside the streetlight casings? Put your hands up, or whisper furtively among yourselves, for it matters not.. What does matter is that I'd lay odds that those possessing this knowledge are a relatively small and exclusive Club..
There's even the possibility that the techs tasked to 'adjust' the light's innards have signed some sort of Secrecy Act document...
How would I feel were I to find that say, the Director and the Principal over in Hugo Road are blissfully unaware of the surveillance equipment that's inside the light casings on their poles? That even our Minister of Police was never told the finer details of this wondrous technical development? That maybe the Whisperer over at Innes Road has been left out of the loop? (unlikely though that last is).
STFU? Not a bloody chance, for mine eyes have seen the glory as they say, and even as our Controller puts the lid on our home and hits Cook On High, will I endeavour to wake you up...
I'm not really interested in hearing that tracking my movements or my inane utterances is a vital part of the Surveillance Trials... I'm left unmoved when a so-called qualified Tutor Area Controller is free to spend hours just waiting for me to utter some stupid banal remark in my own home... I'm totally unimpressed by the time spent setting up and nuking my friends and neighbours, including my Vice Chair and the Sydenham Heights rep.
If however, the population were made aware of this Innovation Fantastique, surely it would ultimately lead to a massive drop in criminal activities?
For who knows which cameras are activated in what suburb, on any given day?
Alas, the Project Authors disagree, and will continue the way they began, by handing vast areas over to criminals to 'manage', using the Metro Connect technology, as they continue to manipulate a climate of terror... *vomits.....
By the time the authorities concede that they have indeed rigged up every institution available, with a quite possibly dangerous amount of wireless technology, it will be too late, and you'll find out the hard way whether you're Thick or Thin-skinned... *sighs...
Whichever way it goes, I love this beautiful country and the Innocents that live here, and am saddened by the likes of the hilariously vitriolic McCarthy, and his need to leave......
Peace..
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Saturday 2nd July 2011 at 11.00am.
