ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST...
(begun Thursday 4th August at 3.35am...)


If I'm taking my time getting out of bed, His Shiftyness will send me a couple of jabs of earache, or a thrust of pain to the hip, I kid you not... In fact, woe betide me should I consider turning over and going back to sleep..*snorts...
The casual cruelty of complete Ownership that's become a way of life for our so-'special' Agent, brooks no argument... *eyeroll...

My imagination, or has PAGAD gone very quiet since their initial burst of fervour?  Was their leader taken aside and told of the futility of their mission here in the Zone?  That for all his squeaky-clean and carefully maintained outward appearance, 'Earl' Michael Barnabas is the Uber Druglord, and remains so, despite his lucrative foray into the world of stolen information...
All of which makes PAGAD's efforts appear ludicrous.. Where one dealer is 'persuaded' to stop, three more will take his place, and, until the head of this snake is removed from power, the youth here in the Zone will continue to be exposed to temptation...*shrugs.. I guess you've forgotten the enormous pressure that can be put on you at that age, to conform and run with the pack?

I was just thinking back to when Barnabas' daughter and son-in-law used to live down at No. 2, and the drug-fuelled thumping parties they held...
Where are they now, and did Ebrahim ever clean up his act, to be bumped up the ladder of success, due to his connection to Barnabas?  *curious... He would probably have put No. 2 on the market just before the Metro Connect technology was rigged up and all THIS work was done on the Freeway and the overheads, just prior to the shit literally hitting the fan....

Dilshaad would've been right in the firing line, and though I can't recall what year it was that Kasim bought the property and moved in, you can guarantee that she was hit the hardest, healthwise...  Did she escape the Christmas Beetle chorus, and did she come to see that her pain increased astonishingly when she was home at No. 2, and improved as soon as she left the area?  Did her health problems disappear after they'd relocated over to Sandringham Place, and does Khaled actually care, one way or the other?
Hopefully that's a yes, though I've no doubt their new home is exposed to almost as much rubbish as they were here, alongside the Mothership...

How Nayager had their home targeted repeatedly, all the while insisting earnestly that he and Balliram were, with the help of the Metro Connect technology, cleaning up the neighbourhood... *chokes... Was Khaled our Controller's first ever official pupil, or would that have been Freddie the Accountant at No. 12?

LATER at 6.35am

I'd gone up top at 6.15am to find flames licking the boundary walls of the Senior Boys Hostel, in what appeared to be a carefully laid fire...
Has something changed on our streetlight?  Did Raw Power sneak in while the street slept and 'adjust' anything?  It appears, erm, much brighter than usual, though Freddie's light is still to all intents and purposes, defunct.. If I were to go stand under his light outside No. 12 in the dark, I guess it would also have THESE two miniscule lights still active, as ours does?  To a casual passer-by, No. 12's streetlight is broken, but of course it's not really, is it Balliram?

I'm sure Allen Spence will be able to give you a plausible reason why even when the lamps on the streetlights are out, those tiny lights remain running?  Though they're not emitting the light they were designed to do, they're most certainly continuing to transmit wireless 24/7, though Sutcliffe would have you believe it's the shack dwellers and their thievery that have run up the appalling costs.... Bullshit...  You're footing the bill for the theft of your own privacy, is all...

LATER at 7am

I've just been out the front for the first time this morning, to feed the birds, and I caught a sudden whiff of sewage down by the avo tree.. As I'd blogged the mulberry tree and it's once-invasive roots only yesterday, may I assume the CleverDick seeks to impress me?
It's been at least three or four years since those now sickly roots were capable of pushing their way through so much as a paper bag, so pull the other one Creep... *snarls...


Friday 5th August at 5.20am

Spanky and Butch had begun sounding the alarm just after 3pm yesterday afternoon, and my two were delighted to join in.. They were all making such a fuss that I took myself out onto the edge of the front lawn to see what had set them off..
A minute or two later and a head bobbed into view, as the young man strolled swiftly along towards Jan Smuts bearing an L-shaped section of piping... Copper?  Who knows, but he glanced up, saw me, and stopped dead in his tracks, then called something out to me that I didn't get, before carrying on his way... *shrugs..
I'd dearly like to know how much he'll get for that little effort, and how exactly he was planning to get it to the Scrap Dealer.. Just walk brazenly down Jan Smuts, bearing his trophy for all the world to see? You betcha!

The theft of copper along with cable theft was never some random strategy come up with by the desperately poor, to make a few bucks.. Fat chance... It's been engineered from the getgo, and I'm betting that Scrap Merchants in the area are comfortably aware that they can buy the stolen copper without fear of getting nailed by the local cops...
Oh sure - Every now and then one of them will be held up as an example, and fined a fat amount before being allowed to carry on with business as usual, but the theft of copper is being promoted as much as the theft of cable ever is... *gags...

The GW and I were up in Pinetown yesterday morning when I'd had a call from Missus Bernie to say a white bakkie was parked on our verge and two guys were banging on our gates and shouting for attention.. I needn't have worried as little Penny stuck to the rules and pretty much ignored the racket they were making until they gave up and left... Meter readers?  Nope.. The GW said that the dudes who regularly read both electricity and water had already been round days before..
Just a bit of fun on the side then, Balliram?  Fosho it was...

As I'd driven up the Crescent after 8am, to do my shopping, I'd passed Missus E from No. 20 limping along the pavement towards her home.. I've already speculated as to how much joint pain she and A will have been enduring since I'd heard their Breadwinner had been diagnosed with lung cancer, and she certainly looked to be in a great deal of physical discomfort as she made her way along the road...
No worries, hey Mo?  *looks at the Head of Intelligence...
Just a few more martyrs to the bloody Cause, who did nothing to deserve what they're going through, due to the appalling levels of EMR that saturate the area?  Sickening fellow, to have allowed yourself to fall for the lies spewed by Telkom and their Associates....
You had no choice?  Bah!  Both you and the weasel Sutcliffe should have resigned your lofty positions on the spot, once you'd figured out the physical toll this Project was set to take on the population, but clearly honour is a trait that excapes you both... *spits...

It's now 6.10am and Missus Bernie has just called to say that Mr. E from no. 20 passed away yesterday.. While I'm happy for the poor man, you have to wonder how much horrendous physical pain his wife will have to endure before she follows him....
Did you drive by their home and see for yourselves the battering they would have been taking from the array of lights on the Paramedic's wall opposite, those huge lamps in the Park, The DLOS to the mini base station at the Convent, and probably the mast on Raftery?  Circumstantial?  Bullshit!

I guess our Area Controller can proudly put another notch in his belt, while rolling his eyes innocently and saying he had nothing to do with it... My own failure to communicate puts me in the Guilty seat as well, and it appears that my six year's long howls of outrage at the levels of EMR we're all being subjected to, are easily shrugged off as crying wolf... Sies ...

It's a given that few of you are remotely interested in the tragedy that's taken place at No. 20, and you'd rather hear a bit about last night's Meeting across the way?  You callous bastards will have to wait for your sniggerfest, for I'm done for the moment...
Peace..

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Friday 5th August 2011 at 1.10pm