SPLIT CAMPS.....
(begun Saturday 1st October at 9am..)

My applause and calls for an encore were swept away by the gusty North Easter that had sprung up... I'd heard them coming from quite some distance, and it made the hair on the back of my wattled neck stand up, it was that cool... Just drummers, no bugles, and probably only a small band of cadets, but the marching beat was totally infectious, and I was bummed when they fell silent...

Sunday 2nd October at 4am..
It's been a busy night one way and another.. Cats squabbling up in the road after midnight had us doing a head count, and finally tracking Chi down and fetching him indoors.. He probably wasn't involved in the fracas anyway, as Joey went on about it for ages afterwards...
Balliram saw fit to pick up where they left off, and I swear he went through his entire repertoire of nasty tricks over the hours that followed... *eyeroll..
Each time I surfaced it was to find he'd moved his attentions to another area, and by the time it reached my shoulder, neck and head, and threatened earache, I was bored and got up, at which point, for the moment at least, all the aches and pains disappeared magically... *blinks...

Shooting fish in a barrel, hey guys?  There's little skill required now that my sleeping area's been marked so neatly, and the only thing the Sadist need worry about is not getting caught... *yawns... Even that last is debatable and frankly, if he were to be over-enthusiastic during the wee hours and a) I didn't surface in the morning or b) I woke as a drooling cabbage, who, apart from yourselves, would look twice in his direction?
Man, you can bet there are often times he regrets trumpeting their nasty little games out there on the interwebz over the years gone by....  How they'd regale the troops on efnet with tales of my stupidity, and how our every move was monitored...*waves to Peggy Allison...
We were the very first to have our home VOIPED so to speak, were we not, and our somewhat less than adult-minded Monitor made his name reporting on every fart, cough and belch that was heard inside our home... At the time he'd wallowed in his own cleverness, but alas, it's come back to bite him at last...

When the Tutor arrived ex-Sentech, to hone Balliram's skills in the use of the more devastating radio frequencies, you have to wonder at how this brutality was excused... Had our Controller already shot his mouth off to his fanbois and girls online, that he could control the Burning Hands frequency, and had he blabbed of the amounts that he was flooding into our homes?
When I first began reporting of the horrendous results achieved on Missus B.Snr and Sue the Book, was he quietly advised to take a different tack?  To imply that after all, these symptoms described were suddenly unavoidable?  *curious...

Was it only much later that his hard-core followers were deemed to have earned their Callous Badges and told the truth?  Were the few that were disgusted by these vicious antics then relegated to a backseat, and left out of future discussions on our appalling abuse?  Did Jannie van Zyl take the horrified few aside and personally work on them until they came round to believe that the means our Area Controller was employing to torture us, somehow wasn't criminal in any way?
It would have split the camp back then, and displeased the Authors mightily, but I guess Janneman and his silver-tongue finally saved the day, and that he managed to persuade those with a pesky conscience to stay on and continue to work for the Cause.... *belches...

It wouldn't have taken long for the last vestiges of kindness to be brainwashed from the few straggling Recruits before they too earned their Callous Badges... Rubbish, Mistuh Telecoms Agent??  Care to explain then, why the abuse continues unabated, and why so many good people remain silent and accept it?

It's now 5am, and I recall seeing a headline recently, saying the cops have lost 18000 guns since 2005...Are you seriously prepared to believe that this is merely further evidence of random corruption, rather than as I've insisted all along, a part of the deliberate efforts to create and maintain the atmosphere of fear required by the Project Authors?
It's unlikely you'll ever get the real figures of how many firearms have gone astray from Sydenham SAPS alone, but you can bet that under Glen Nayager's rule, some sort of record was broken... *looks at the Simpering Felon... It was during your mate Selebi's tenure that cops were unofficially tasked to 'lose' weapons being held in Evidence Rooms across the country...
When she began repeating what her informer had told her about guns being sold out of Sydenham Station, the unpleasantness was re-doubled until she gave up and moved away from Cherry Lane to another area... Godknows what happened to her snitch, either... *shrugs...

It's a fair guess to assume there's still a decent trade in Confiscated Goods going on up at Dodge, though rather more cautiously these days, hey Laz?  You saw the mistakes your ex-Boss made, and you're way too clever to repeat them?  How control of the powerlines made him feel omnipotent to the point that he totally lost the plot?  How he became addicted to hopping into resident's bedrooms and listening to their most intimate moments after dark?  Not your cup of tea, as you continue to hug the shadows with a foot in each camp....?
Do you ever regret how much you enjoyed running the show that day back in 2008 at Siripath Field? It's neither here nor there that the victim herself appears to have forgiven you the part you played, though it's always possible that since the outcome of the recent Local elections, she's done another re-think.... *winks...

As Head of the AmDram Society holed up at the Station, what flamboyant theatrical productions have you planned next for the Zone?  Will it be to the benefit of the residents for a change, or will it, like so many others, lead to misery and chaos?
The cruel manipulation of the Kennedy Road thirteen springs to mind, and the ongoing fires set at the Informal Settlements dotted about, which of course you knew nothing about?
Does the SIU claim to trust you?  You think?  *falls over choking... Naa, I guess they've got your mark and merely play along, is all... *shrugs...

My sturdy Timex wristwatch stopped at 5.15am yesterday morning.. I sleep with it on, and I already reported in my previous blog that Balliram had gone overboard with his assault on that unfortunate limb during the wee hours.. Would you call me crazy Rezah, if I were to suggest that the attack was so violent that it affected even my wristwatch?  It's recovered itself remarkably well since then, and is keeping time beautifully, so no blame can be laid on the battery... *fascinated....

I sat yesterday evening painstakingly sending out the CPF Minutes, while I watched the modem being tweaked repeatedly... Rather than become irritated, I found myself snorting amusedly at the continued childish level of spite employed by our Controller.. Doesn't it reassure you to know that this is the very same thug that's been granted access to YOUR GP's medical files, hospital records, and to YOUR bank accounts, under cover of the dodgy title IT Security Consultant?  Doesn't it make you feel good to know that your young-adult kids are being tutored in the dark arts of Wireless Frequencies as a Weapon of War, by this severely disturbed Sadist?

The GameWrecker tells me that he'd popped into a bistro at Windermere Centre the other day, only to find the little Arms Dealer quietly having a meal in the corner.. I'd asked the GW whether he'd gone over and introduced himself, but of course he hadn't.. What a wasted opportunity FFS!  I figure it would have entertained Schabir enormously to actually meet one of the Harris Crescent labrats face-to-face... *shrugs..
How does he deal with his simmering rage these days?
Does he sit with his designated AreaController at night and viciously attack his unsuspecting neighbours via their powerlines, in order to heal some of the injustice he feels he was subjected to?  Is it working? *curious...
The Behavioural Scientists will know that this is an entirely feasible scenario, and that it's more likely than not, the truth... *sighs....

LATER at 6.10am

Any deaths over at Park Avenue Gardens or at Dean Park?  Anyone become seriously crippled during the last couple of years, at either of those complexes?  If so, they were most likely older folk with pre-existing health problems, whose passing or increased agonies are unlikely to have raised so much as an eyebrow...
Squeamish?  My unpleasant topic of conversation is turning your collective stomachs?
Bullshit!  You're well aware of what's going on, and as long as it's not happening to you and yours, you'll let it slide...
The Sydenham Heights Rep, pinned like a bug to a board by those lights on Crouch, while her cartilage was systematically cooked on high....?
The head of Admin at the Psycho Wing being treated to a similar experience, once those enormous lights at the entrance to Dean Park were up and running....They must have somehow deserved it?  Asked for it, in fact?  Geez!  Do you HEAR yourselves? *gags...
To admit he's a Monster would be to admit some sort of defeat, so she keeps the mask in place and goes about her daily business, hoping he doesn't blow it totally.. Small tragedies that are unlikely to ever see the light of day..

LATER at 7.55am...

It must have been about fifteen minutes ago that His Shiftyness spiked his own car alarm and let it run it's noisy course.. He's been up for ages, so why should his lazy subjects be allowed a lie-in?  Stand still there a sec, o Mighty One?  *gobs in the Poor Creature's direction... When it comes to peurile, I can match you with ease.... *shrugs..
Peace..

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Sunday 2nd October 2011 at 11.19am..