BETTER LATE...
(begun Wednesday 19th October at 1pm..)


Obviously the rest of us had our power switched off as well, once the Raw Power guys pulled in at noon to replace the two damaged cables with yet more tempting, shiny new copper..*winks...
It's a game hey Al, albeit a risky one?  One lot in to cut the cables, and another lot to replace them?
The powercuts in between are most useful in more ways than one.. Load-shedding and adjustments to the technology are just two benefits, off the top of my pointy head...

We'd been standing yakking at our gates as usual, just after 8am, when the Mthiyane Boys went by up the Crescent, and for a second I feared my great yellow chompers would fall out and hit the road with delight...
Only a couple of the crew still recognized me and returned my beaming thumbs up as they went by, but that was quite enough to make a happy start to my day...
I've not forgotten how the crew's head honcho came after me so threateningly when I took their pictures back in what?  2004? 2005? Man, I've got those prints buried somewhere in the chaos and still treasure them today..

For, 'In the Beginning there were the Mthiyane Contractors' could well have been the opening lines to this sorry saga.. So why was I so pleased to see them in their somewhat newer bakkie filled with cabling, earlier on?
They've featured so often on these pages that I've become fond of the buggers, and besides, we've been bumping into them lately... It was just last Thursday at a big intersection in Pinetown that we'd pulled up a bit behind them, and the dude on the back recognized me straight off and returned my grin and wave.... They're a bunch of thieves, working for thieves, so what's not to like?  *falls over...

My grindingly slow thought processes only kicked in after I'd finished writing the previous blog, so I decided to let it stand, and to rather fix my errors here..
I'd been wondering aloud whether Heslop had been on standby while the chopper and the cherry-picker had been busy adjusting the bigguns down on Jan Smuts and the Freeway yesterday..  In retrospect, it had nothing at all to do with the Druglord's tenant up in Raftery Crescent, after all.... No.   I'm more inclined to go with the cost of the chopper's arrival and the subsequent appearance of the Muni cherry-picker (for the entire day, mind you) being put down to Balliram's latest acquisition of a solar-powered geyser and the inevitable adjustments needed for him to maintain control of the individual power supplies...

Whether you're impressed or nauseated at this point, would go along way to showing which Team you bat for... The Muni cherry-picker falls under your jurisdiction, Mistuh Spence, as Superintendent of Electricity for Durban.. How would the rate-payers react if they knew they were funding the Balliram's latest fancy upgrade?  There's always the possibility that even the sheep might be pushed to arrange a Lynch party, so keep those Adidas handy dude....

They'd appeared to have problems with both the remote and the house alarm once the new geyser had been installed, which neatly explains the arrival of both the chopper and the cherry picker to reset the system and iron out the glitches... No Al - Keep your lying denials to yourself mate, as that's exactly how it went down..*spews....
You're a willing bumboy for as big a bunch of crooks as you'd find anywhere, and I don't hear you complaining as your bank balance is bumped through the ceiling.. You're what??  An undercover Agent for the Good team?  *chokes with mirth.... That little song has been overused and abused by shiftier than you, believe it or not, so can it....  Moving on....

So there I was, advocating that the Rocket Scientist might have acquired his own personal nest of wirelessed nunus up in Gauteng, when I realised I'd forgotten the obvious... Would he be able to hear them, if he had?
I've bitched and moaned for years of the cruel Burning Hands and Knives to the Wrist frequency that's been merrily employed on Sue, me, and Missus B.Snr, to satisfy our Area Controller's sick urges...
The results shown on my scan were pretty darned conclusive, and I tell you now that were Sue the Book in a position to have the identical scan, to the identical wrist (which she isn't), the results would be - wait for it - identical...
Never mind that she's a good 15+years younger than me, you just comfortably continue burying your heads in the sand and pretend this ain't happening, right?  *teeth... Godalone knows what damage he's achieved with Missus B.Snr's joints, as she's a diabetic to boot, and you should by now be aware that they're affected twice as badly by the frequencies....

LATER at 2.35pm

My futile efforts to get Jabulani Mdiniso's crew out to take the branch off the Telkom line have me chortling with amusement... I cornered the chap in his office not 10 minutes ago, and he picked up his extension and dropped the line without speaking  *roffels... By the time I rang back the pleasant lady on the switchboard had had her hasty instructions and was forced to embarrass herself on his behalf... *grins..
Did Jabu spend years working his way up through the ranks at Parks to attain his title of Area Manager?  Like that bloke Richard Mdluli, the Crime Intelligence Boss?
What qualifications did HE have, that landed him that plum job?  About the same amount as the Cracker next door who's been given control of the powerlines FFS?  None, in fact?

I'm betting all these guys have had some sort of Advisor or Mentor whispering to them when to jump and how high to jump... Ever wonder who those whisperers were?  A special team sent out in the early days to promote corruption in every area of Government, Jannie?  So that when the time was ripe for the first wave of puppets to be moved out of the way, they'd be up to their necks in corruption and couldn't argue?  *grins..

Will your second lot be any better?  I've an idea that's a not.. That they too will be carefully encouraged to help themselves here and there, at the cost of the masses.. Man, if you're planning on controlling an entire country, it's way easier to achieve if you have plenty of dirt on the Top Dogs, not so? *winks...
Ag, I'm waffling again, and I must drag myself back to the matter in hand...
Whether or not Karl Muller's hearing has been damaged to the point where he is unable to hear the wirelessed nunu frequency that I'd lay odds now infest his nearby surroundings...

The pressure that our Area Controller has so often applied to my ears over the last few years, has taken it's toll, and while I can hear the birds and the cars and everyday sounds clearly with both ears, only one picks up the nunu frequency these days... Oddness...   I count myself fortunate that I didn't receive the same brutal treatment meted out recently to the new Councillor for Ward 31, who's acquired a perforated eardum for his diligence to duty.. Ah - the magic of wireless, hey Rezah?  *waves....

Can the Rocket Scientist hear the crickets calling nearby?  I can, though Balliram has to crank our omnipotent nunu outside the lounge to the max before the GW can pick up the sound... Once you've identified the frequency these tricky little devices emit, they are unmistakable, however hard Balliram tries to slide them by me...
Why, just yesterday afternoon he activated the little bugger that's lived in our rockery forever, as I went by up the stairs, and I was happy to gob in it's direction...*chokes...
If the Creep wasn't a confirmed Liar, he'd have to concede that my skills in that department are considerable, and if he thinks to increase the pressure and ache to my ears as a result of this blog, it will be duly reported... *finger....

Sadly, I wouldn't be surprised to find that Karl Muller's ability to hear that tiny frequency activate as he crosses it's path, was cooked off years ago by the very work he was doing, and I've no idea how he would go about testing my claims.... I've just been into the bedroom, and standing in my corner my hands and wrists suddenly feel the very bones will snap, and yet here in the room next door, I scribble away without a twinge...
Does that give you some idea of the precision with which I'm targeted?

LATER at 8.10pm

The Muni Tree Feller crew left about half an hour ago, job done, and the phone cable is intact... *beams...
Did it occur to you to wonder why a couple of powerlines were snipped in the early hours, and that only B.Snr's power was affected by this as a result? You don't want to know, but I'm going to tell you anyways...
At some point the day before, BigEars would've overheard B.Snr say he was looking forward to watching the cricket today, and that's about all it took folks...
Telkom's Behavioural Boffs will tell you that this peurile spite fits Balliram's profile perfectly, and that's all it should take to finally convince you of the Chops unsuitability for the position of Area Controller..
Whether it was one of Lionel's sub-tenants down at No. 2 that was called and told to nip up to the street after 3am and snip the lines, or whether a bakkie resembling the Mthiyane Contractors pulled in, it was done on a spiteful whim, and nothing else... Why the Unfortunate Creature needed to give himself an added confidence boost escapes me.. You'd think the chopper and cherry-picker being called out to accommodate his new geyser would suffice, but no, he had to add his trademark spite and cut B.Snr's power as well.. Sad...

May the rapidly dwindling forces of Good be with you in the dodgy days that lie ahead.. Peace...

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Friday 21st October 2011 at 7.06am