A DEGREE OF SAVAGERY...
(begun Sunday 16th October at 6.20am..)

It's always possible it was just another little joke at my expense, but how would I know?  Donating four cellphones to SAPS Sydenham was and is a big deal to this old fart, no matter that he's in the business..
I'd been pretty bummed when I finally realised his offer hadn't been followed up, and I sent him a mail to say so... When I'd had no reply after four days, I called him, only to be told that he hadn't got my mail as his system had crashed and he was waiting for his tech to sort it out...

When I'd remarked there was a chance it had been my mail that had knocked his computer out, (as it certainly fitted the time-frame), you could hear his amusement at the idea....
There's no doubt at all that he's aware of our Area Controller and the Project, but whether he's on first name terms with this mischief-making Cracker is another story.... *shrugs...

If indeed it's true that his system went down about five days ago (and why would he lie?), would he not be pissed off to know that Colin P. Balliram could well have attached a little something extra to my mail?  An extra that has forced the kind Donor to pay a technician to repair the damage done?
When I consider how often over the past years my family and friends have reported major problems with their computers, there's no denying that much of the trouble would've been generated by the Yob whose forte it's been to cause as much damage as he could, to anyone who so much as gave me the time of day...
Back in the day, Balliram would've chortled modestly of his exploits to more than a few of his hangers-on.. A practise I guarantee he came to regret in more ways than one...
Chances are that many of the vicious fanbois that used to egg him on back on Mweb's IRC trivia channels, actually grew up, and became quietly embarrassed by the levels of savagery employed....
Although they would've judiciously continued to outwardly condone Balliram's behaviour,  did they not begin to wonder even then at the sheer spite he harboured?   With the likes of shaggy, and I'm guessing, Jannie van Zyl, patting the Cracker on the back and insisting that I deserved everything I got, who in their right mind would dare speak out?

And here we are, a decade later, and nothing has changed apart from the fact that this same childish, bullying thug has now been granted Official permission to continue his mischief....
Were the Cellphone Donor's tech able to prove that it was indeed my mail that caused the businessman's system to fall over last week, it's not as if the kind man could express his irritation in any way, as he would surely realise that that would most certainly lead to further destruction which could spread to include his own phones...
You want to give this scenario a little thought maybe?   You want to consider the term 'control' and how it now applies to you in every aspect of your lives?

*It's now 7.05am and a chopper flies overhead, while a woman using a loudhailer exhorts the amaShova riders to 'go slowly' in a bored repetitive tone, that may just have someone taking a pot-shot at her quite soon... *grins...*

Here I go again, preaching to the converted?  You've learned over the past few years to keep your mouths shut and to spend as little time as you can, thinking about your precarious position?  Kissing up to the bottom-feeding scum who are now in a position to make or break you?
Does the Telecoms Strategist reassure you that the criminal element running the Project will eventually be weeded out, but that for the moment their 'skills' are vital, and they can't be touched?  rpm?  Cara?  As much as you admire, and think you know Sir Frangelica, why would you believe him?
The Brotherhood?  You simply have too much invested to rock the boat, and you knew beforehand that Crime Bosses and Druglords were to be handed vast areas of the country to control, via the powerlines?
Godwilling Karl Muller has opened your eyes to a side of the Project that's been oddly absent from the Sales Pitch so far....

LATER at 10.20am

Her warbling cries of warning have grown fainter as the wind picks up, but still pockets of cyclists continue to hurtle down Blackhill towards the city...
Lawd, if I could land me a sponsor, I'd dearly love to try the easy Hillcrest to Durban run next year.. Pretty much downhill all the way, I figure my blackened lungs would just about hold up for the distance...

Check out Page 2 of yesterday's Independent on Saturday 'Convicted men see another side of Police Services' to know that Avishkar in particular would be in serious trouble were he ever incarcerated.. Is it just me, or is that one good-looking kid?  Once you've enjoyed that little read, hop on over to the Sunday Times Extra where we're told on the front page that the 'Narandas four appeal their conviction' wherein the article states that though they had begun their sentence of Community service, this will now cease, as they've applied for leave to Appeal...*falls on over....
Their erstwhile Saviour, Roy Moodley, ends the piece with a fine bit of ambiguity, but you can lay odds the millionaire is privy to every whisper made on the subject...*grins... I suspect in fact, that this off-Broadway theatrical production is going perfectly to plan, and that the behind-the-scenes string-pulling continues unabated...

You've gotta love the Firework Retailer Raj Pillay, who says in the 'Green light for Diwali to start with a bang' insert, that people are becoming more educated about fireworks, and are now using them more responsibly.. Clearly Joburgers are way more advanced than the Neanderthals among us here in the Zone.. *shrugs..
Has Balliram not crowed to you of the demonstration laid on here in the valley at 10.10pm this past Friday night?  No?  Did his cowardly cunning restrict his conversations to a carefully chosen few?  Four separate lots of rolling explosions in a bucket, topped off by nine or ten industrial-strength bombs - and that was just the 14th of the month.... I'm sure by the time the 26th and the 5th have been and gone, and the Sadist and his cronies have quite finished, there will be more than a few maimed and dead dogs lying about the area...

Last night it was a string of penny firecrackers, set off no doubt, simply to remind us all of who's running the Show down this end....
The muffled doef-doef of Balliram's sound system carried from der Bunker for much of yesterday, as he and his chommies got louder and more stoned by the minute...  By early evening they could still be heard faintly in the background, and I remarked aloud to the GW how the Chop persists in mortifying his wife by his behaviour...
Coincidentally, things became remarkably quiet shortly afterwards... *sighs...

Yes - the irony of the situation doesn't escape me, though despite every effort I've made to enlighten the GameWrecker to this laughably unequal battle raging right under his nose, he remains oblivious....
Not so Missus C, who for years has been right up there in the front line, running damage control and cleaning up the messes left by her vicious-minded and criminal husband... Her career choice was a good one, and she is never short of a quick answer to avert a bad situation...
I've no idea what her take is on Karl Muller's revelations, and tremble to think she simply avoids reading his words, for that would be an astronomical error of judgement..

Was she encouraged to laugh off my ongoing tales of the physical abuse we endure at the hands of her SO?  When I first spoke of how B.Snr was felled to the ground twice, back in 2005, and the women began being subjected to the Burning Hands frequency?  Did she scuttle about her business as usual, insisting that I was a liar?
And now?  That I've proven that every stab of pain and every agonising ache we've endured has been executed with malice of forethought by the father of her children?  A twisted, basically insecure bully, who refuses to see how he himself is being manipulated?

Are those offices up at the Radio Station protected from fallout?  Were they all built with double layers of brick and even chickenwire in between? *curious... Sure, there will have been a number of officers who've succumbed to fallout since the Station's inception, but I'm betting the risk factor has trebled since the arrival of the wireless/fibre over powerlines project....
It would be futile asking me why I say that, as you'd get the standard reply to any questions you pose me... I dunno...*shrugs.. I'm not to effing reason why, I'm just to do or die, right?

The new chap?  The one that's moving in to Sue the Book's mum's ex-cottage up there next to the Fair Carol's now abandoned home on Jan Smuts?  Brotherhood?  Wilsenach..hmmmm... Friend of our Mr. Findlay, and also in Security ? *winks... Nepotism and favours for friends is by no means restricted to the ruling party, as much as it's desired you swallow that bullshit...
What is it about Gav that had him queue-jumped to get that little house ahead of other legitimate applicants?  Ranking Officer in the Border wars, or nothing of the sort, just good connections?  *fascinated..
If he really has his own boat moored on the bay, he'd appear to be in a different financial bracket to the struggling occupants of the other four cottages... To suggest they all find the money to hire a fulltime security guard to live on the property, shows more deliberate callousness on the part of the so-called Board of Trustees, and you can smell the rot a mile off..*spews....

It's now 12.35pm as several 'responsibly minded' people set off some really big bangs down by the race on the Highway... Gratefully obliging foreigners, ensconced comfortably in Kasim's house at No. 2 perchance?
Peace julle..

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Sunday 16th October 2011 at 4.02pm