GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER...
(begun Monday 26th September at 4.15am..)


His Viciousness has taken out his Knives to the Back special this morning, and there's no mistaking it.. Something's put his nose out of joint and typically, he'll vent his spleen on the nearest and most vulnerable of his 'charges'.. A bad curry?   An ingrowing toenail?  The toothy, Mr. Amiable mask is off at this hour, and the Creature beneath ain't someone you want running YOUR power supplies.. *shrugs...
The more-of-a-purr than a squeak wirelessed nunu tries to slink past me and fails... Shame...

For me, the highlight of the Sunday papers had to be Magistrate Reiner Boshoff saying 'We don't have control over the electricity', when the Court was forced to adjourn due to a massive power failure last Friday..*chokes...
See the Sunday Times Extra, 25th September, Page 5 'Power cut halts murder trial' to find out how young Rajiv Narandas has miraculously managed to get himself another two month's reprieve...*winks...
Chances are that Boshoff couldn't be bought off, and that as yet the Ferrets have found nothing in his Leverage File sufficiently damning to force the Court official to play along...  So, the old delaying tactics ruse was decided upon..
Dead easy to achieve, as our Roy will no doubt be on first name terms with Barnabas' counterpart, who Oversees the area covering the Wynberg Regional Court in Johannesburg, and it's power supplies...

The Strategist himself would doubtless recognize the name of the particular Area Controller who pulled the plug on the power and plunged the court into darkness on Friday, 23rd September, as at some point he would've had to vet the chap as being suitable for the position...*shrugs...  A stunning demonstration of how the Surveillance Technology is being used to defeat the ends of Justice, and it's no wonder that Roy Moodley made Page 3 of the latest Tribune Herald 'Moodley a Firm Favourite'.. *falls over...

Now that he's got a comfortable two months to figure out how to get his new Protege off the hook, what directives has the Racehorse Owner issued?  It's a given that Magistrate Boshoff's home and offices have been activated for some time already, and that busy as he is, he still may have noticed his lights dipping fractionally, and a certain pressure in his ears, as the Eavesdropper ups his enhancers in the hopes of catching a usable snippet of information...
The murder victim's parents and family won't escape the intense scruitiny eithe,r and the slightest hint of wrong-doing by the Singhs in any area of their lives will be seized upon eagerly, and if need be, used to pressure them into withdrawing the case.. It's going to be a long two months folks, but you may like to diarise the 28th November 2011, and see how my predictions pan out...
If Steroid Sam walks free, it will be entirely due to the kind efforts made by his new-found Mentor, the Royal Security Co. owner, and his growing web of contacts who run the Surveillance Technology handed to them by Allen Spence, Superintendent of electricity for Durban....

Have the Hawks or the SIU been tasked to investigate the man who it appears is possibly set to become the ruling party's new treasurer?  I'm kidding, right?   They'll be kept way too busy churning out revelations on the bit-playing Trough Feeders, in order to fool Joe Public into believing that the Big Brother technology is doing what it promised, and they will no doubt have been told it's hands off the Big Players...
Though it should be added at this point, that lately some of their successes revealed in the Press have impressed even this hard-boiled cynic.. Revelations that can only have been achieved through the use of the Information Theft technology... *applauds...

She'd said that Nayager would be around for a long time... *shudders   A sickening thought, but it makes sense when you consider how long he's had to perfect the art of Organised Crime...  Sure, he's Barnabas' Puppet, but you'd be a fool to dismiss him as a bit-player...
The Sex Offender has been gathering secrets since before 2004, with the help of his IT Stooge, Balliram, and you have to wonder whether it's the resale of this information that's keeping him afloat, as he blackmails all and sundry, or whether it's a group of short-sighted Muslim businessmen that continue to cover his legal costs...

*At this point, as I was updating my blog some ten minutes ago just after 12noon, the little dogs were going nuts, and I glanced up into the mirror balanced on top of the tower here, to see we had a visitor jumping up and down behind me, outside on the garden path, no doubt to catch my attention, and still give him time to return back to Balliram's property from whence he came...  By the time I'd fished out my little pellet gun and waddled out onto the verandah, the chap was nowhere to be seen..... Back to the old games then Master?  It sure looks like it.... *


Do you really believe that simply because he's lost his uniform and rank, he's sitting idle? Hah!   Barnabas will tell you that his Lackey is a broken man, and as such not worth your interest.. Don't you believe it for a second...
Come, Johan, do a double-declutch and turn your gaze onto the Women-Abuser and you'll find the answers to a whole slew of mysteries, starting with the Pig's relationship with Jackie Selebi... You've already cut a deal with Nayager?  Say it isn't so!   *gags...
Hell, I've made excuse upon excuse for you guys, more times than I care to remember, by saying that a good cop has to follow orders... Maybe it's time to step out of line for once and show us you've no need to pretend to be one of the lads, as your Colonel Groenewald felt forced to do ..*waves to the Head (albeit briefly) of St. Augustine's Technical Services....

The games your blokes play with the intention of infiltrating the enemy camp, are laughable in the extreme, and you only have to check out the smug grin on Lazzie's chops to know they're ahead of you all the way...
Just how committed are you to eradicating the filth from power?  The Druglords and the Crooked Cops? As long as Balliram remains an official Area Controller and is welcomed over at the Radio Base on Ridge, you'll forgive me if I say you're clearly on the Losing Team...
If, after going on 7 years of hell, that we guinea-pigs have endured at the hands of a convicted Sex Pest and his seriously disturbed IT Flunkey, Balliram, you continue to regard us as no more than an amusement for the Troops, it's time you considered crossing the floor and joining the Seriously Rotten yourself...

The old 'you've forgotten the face of your father' saying springs to mind, and if this is the case, I've no doubt you'll be more amused than offended by my words... *Shrugs...
I see you've been forced to employ a couple of bouncers to watch your back, and I guess you would find that most irksome...I'm here to tell you that drive-by shootings and death-threats are Glen Nayager's forte, and that you could do worse than take him in for questioning, along with his little black book of contacts....
If you're all aware of Nayager's close ties to the Curry Mob, why is he being left to run Organised Crime across the Zone?   You can't get past his mentor, Barnabas?  You're forced to follow due Process?  Bugger that, Jack!  If the Trouble-Shooter was telling the truth, (now there's a thought), you guys have your own list of useful contacts and I truly fail to see why you don't employ them...
One light slap on the chops would have the bullying Sex Pest singing like a canary, and it would take even less to encourage the cowardly Sadist, Balliram, to spill the beans.... What are you waiting for Johan?  Orders?  *chokes..

The everyday tasks I perform, like tying up my hair, or peeling a potato, now produce involuntary grunts of pain from my withered lips, as the bones in my wrist and hands grind together audibly... The GW recoiled and dropped my hand as we strolled through the Mall, claiming that he'd felt that unpleasant phenomenon, achieved by the systematic flooding of our home with specific wireless frequencies...

I guess a great deal of your character would be revealed were I to be privy to your reaction to this abuse... In the greater scheme of things, and the bloodbaths you must have witnessed over the years in your line of work, the deliberate cooking off of one gossiping old bag's cartilage won't feature highly, if at all...
See Johan - The problem is that it's not just one victim, but as many as these Sick Bastards can attack via their powerlines, that these thugs are going after...
The drive-bys and bullying threats are nothing compared to the slow agonies they can now send you through your own power supplies... *shrugs...
If you continue to allow yourself to be convinced that Nayager isn't worthy of your attentions, you'd be wasting a golden opportunity.. My accusations are only personal in as much as they're on behalf of the five police officers that this Pig degraded, though it would be wise of you to speculate on why Barnabas has ordered his trusty henchman to keep a relatively low profile of late...

As one who is no more than an idiotic diversion and guinea-pig for the troops on both teams, I hold out little hope that my suggestions will be heard, let alone given any serious consideration, but it's always worth a shot...

LATER at 9.30am..

I've never forgotten that weird patch of green luminescence I captured on camera, back when Freddie the Accountant had the Ethekwini Painting Contractors in at No. 12.. If you want to check out the pics, you're going to have to persuade me to lift the portcullis and lower the drawbridge, but they're there for all to see...
The same finish I'm betting was applied to THESE two neat little squares up on the Scrabble Player's garage wall and HERE on the outside wall of his bathroom, directly opposite where we sit at the computer....

Does the Accountant know the value of remaining stress-free, surrounded as he is, with so much EMR? Has he also taken to going through more joints than he ever did in his youth, in an effort to keep the cancer in his system peacefully asleep?
The Project Authors have no regard for your health whatsoever Freddie, as their Agent has proven time and again...It matters not how useful you are, and you can rest assured if you were to go down to the effects of over-exposure, you'd be replaced in a trice... *sighs... A sobering thought....
Peace..

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Monday 26th September 2011 at 12.48pm.