A TRICKY BUSINESS...
(begun Tuesday 11th October at 11.45am...)

*The GW was just bitching about the shocking lack of speed this morning, when I pointed out that the modem lights were down from five to two... *shrugs... THAT'S not corruption, because...?  You're already aware of our situation, and how in fact our connection should be Grade-A, but isn't.... (though I see Chickenman is waiting for me to commence and I mustn't keep It waiting...)* 
The kite's shadow fell across the bird table and the feeders scattered briefly into the nearby shrubs... Another beautiful October day, before the real heat kicks in...
Honest John next door is having more than a few k's worth of solar technology installed in the Chickencoop, and there are a couple of wekkers toiling on It's roof, even as I write...
Just a much needed solar powered geyser, or a geyser plus? *curious.. A coincidence that an angle-grinder ran for days up at No. 12 just last week?   Freddie the Accountant and Bookkeeper to the Stars also gone solar?  If it hadn't been for both of them emptying their pools within such a short time span of each other, I'd probably have forgotten the close bond they share.. *winks.. Both of course, answer to the same Uber-Lord of the Zone, do they not?

I'm not that far gone that I don't see the merits of this latest installation, though you'll understand my twinge of bitterness at the source of the hefty funds required for such a project...
Pretty much off the backs of a bunch of suckers, hey Balliram?   Was it ever mentioned out loud during the campaign planning?   That not one of the initial guinea-pigs set up by Allen Spence and handed into the control of a Druglord's Flunkey, would be able to lift a finger to save themselves financially? You bet it was... *spews....
What a relief it's going to be for Missus C not to have to worry about the shocking costs of supplying hot water for five people, though it's unlikely she'll spare a thought for the less well-heeled nearby, as her SO merrily steps up the powercuts in the near future...*shrugs...

The article on the Time's front page today cheered me no end... Try No work, No Pay for convicted Magistrates Oct 11th,  www.timeslive.co.za.
If Jeff Radebe can ignore the inevitable death threats and efforts to sideline him, he could be onto a good thing..*applauds...  Hopefully Masinga has been gaily blowing every penny he's fraudulently come by, and now that his salary has been stopped (halleluja!) he might find it difficult to sustain an appeal once he's been sentenced....
Now all we have to do is wait and see whether the Public Service Minister puts his words into action..*yawns...
Cynic that I am, I'm inclined to believe that judgement on whose pay will be stopped and whose won't, will be as carefully selective as ever.. Will enquiries be made as to why Roy Moodley was allowed to colour the outcome of young Rajiv Narandas' recent trial so blatantly?    If the Magistrate's judgement was so easily swayed by this outside influence, surely he should consider a career change?  *snarls... But you get what I'm saying, right?  Those without the Protection of the Powerful had best watch out while the rest may well dance obligingly...

Wednesday 12th october at 3.30am..

The Listeners up at Dodge would've heard me loud and clear after Monday night's CPF Meeting, as I said to the Good man from No. 16 that I thought his house alarm was deliberately being spiked by our Area Controller...  A small and easily achieved mischief to alleviate the boredom over at the Radio Station... Spike the alarm, then sit back and watch the labrat run from his place of business in Brickfield Road to Harris Crescent, to protect his assets?
Maybe even a tutoring exercise for newbies over there on the hill?   Honing their tracking skills as they learn to bounce the signal from pole to pole and be waiting for the unfortunate fellow with the cameras nearest his home activated when he finally arrives?
Much as our computer is a way-station for Learner hackers, and has been for years.? *waves to Pramith.. (sp)..
You and your boetie figured out yet that the Cracker at No. 6, whose IT skills so impressed you, is as crooked as the day is long, and right now he doesn't exactly have your dad's interests at heart?
Why would he pick on your home when you were among the first to hop on board the Project and be willingly tutored in the art of hacking to enhance the blessed signal?   When for all I know, the fibre on your verge doesn't stop there, but snakes it's way through your sewage or water lines right into your home?   As you're numbered among the Chosen, there's absolutely NO way Balliram would stealthily invade your home and eavesdrop on YOUR family's private conversations, let alone resort to the childishly dangerous practise of spiking your house alarm system..?  You think?

Never in your wildest nightmares did either of you consider the technology would ever be used against you, as you were ushered into our PC regularly to snigger at my feeble efforts in the IRC Trivia channels, and hone your own hacking skills...
I tried my damndest to warn you, I really did, but the very idea that your amiable genius of a Tutor would shaft you, was impossible to grasp... *shrugs...

What you never understood was that the more power this Chop was given, the less the reasons he and his buddy Nayager needed to turn against you.... Bullshit?  The guy still chats kindly to you when you meet in efnet?  He still regularly requests which lights you run overnight to enhance the signal?   No man, it's nothing you or your equally obliging brother ever did to rock the boat, FFS... It's your papa's fault, as I've told you over and over again....
Your father's dogged loyalty to our now rapidly shrinking little Sector Policing forum serves to inflame the power-drunk thuggees operating your circuit, and it's as simple as that...
He simply refuses to get the message, however brutally it's repeated...Course, it won't help that your Uncle over in Reservoir Hills considers himself a free spirit as well, and has made great strides in uniting the community against Nayager and his campaign of organised crime...

You only have to check out the crime stats (those that we're allowed to see), for that area, to know that the head of the CPF over that way is a thorn in the Chief of Organised Crime's side... *waves to Jaya... Pretty hectic hey?
Whereas we here at No. 8 were destined to become a chapter in the Newbies Learn to Hack syllabus, your home at No. 16 is now a part of the exercise for a slightly higher grade of Project employee, and I'm betting, is regularly used for practise by Learners up at the Radio Station on Ridge....
The GameWrecker would argue that the palatial appearance of your home is the single reason it's being targeted, though of course that's utter bollocks....

By now every thief ever employed by Nayager to hop a wall in the area, knows not to try his luck without specific orders to do so... *shrugs...
The fellow that the GW spotted yesterday at 9.30am, lurking behind the gumtrees across the way?  The same chap that wandered into my view just after 1pm, wearing a faded red cap and muni-blue pants with the yellow stripes around the legs, way over behind the furthest gumtrees?  The one that shuffled fairly smartly behind a tree trunk once he realised I was watching him, even from that great distance? *winks...
You'd be sadly mistaken if you thought for one minute that he was an independent opportunist..*snorts.. In fact, if he were to take off his cap and don a black shirt and trousers, I guess he could be THIS guy, pictured hauling away some scrap metal found on your property..

A fellow with the usual quick-change artist skills and varied wardrobe, favoured by the Sex Pest Felon to be used to disrupt a community with petty crime... *yawns...
So your old man has finally resorted to putting razor-wire on his valley boundary, and that should be the end of the current nonsense?  Man, I wish I could be sure of that, but I figure your home will continue to feature on Balliram's To do list regularly, even it it's just the alarm being tweaked for his colleague's entertainment...

BTW, my high-pitched Beetle chorus was back in full voice yesterday, and hasn't left since... My Controller's house alarm went off twice yesterday afternoon, after the Solar geyser installers had left, and there was a considerable amount of extra chirruping from the remote even later...
Would you care to begin the countdown to our next engineered powercut?   After all, Balliram will be itching to try out his larnie new solar-powered system, and what better way, than by slamming off the whole circuit?
I must get on..... *totters off....

LATER at 8.45am

If I were to tell you that when I staggered up to the road with the trash after 5am this morning, there was water running out from Balliram's smart metre on his verge, would you be surprised?  That at 6am I called through a Fault and took THIS picture, and yet by 8.15am it had if anything, increased in volume, and was still running down the road unattended to?  A water crisis Herr Doktor Sutcliffe?  WHAT water crisis?? *snarls...
Your average sucker of a ratepayer will mutter and grumble, but they'll carry on subsidising the elite and their FFTH until you've drained their resources totally, and reduced them to penury, right?

Still sleeping like a babe at night Mikey?   Still confident you'll be remembered for your part in the Trojan Horse campaign to weed out what you laughably refer to as the Corrupt?  Fark!  Talk about potty calling the darned kettle black...
If your obscenely inflated salary were judged on your ability to lie, then you certainly earn every penny... Sticks and stones Mr. Sutcliffe?   I would suggest that those vast payouts are regarded by you as some sort of buffer against your name being dragged through the mud?  For you're now nothing more than a gaudily dressed figurehead, designed to deflect the shots that come your way, while your criminal colleagues run the Greatest Show on Earth, via the wireless/fibre surveillance-over-powerlines project...

My accusations are a joke, as you can simply turn your back without a qualm, to tot up your mind-boggling personal bank balance for the umpteenth time.. *spews again...  Has your Good Friend the Royal Security Owner told you not to worry about me, and that 'Earl's boyz' have me totally under control?   That they've seen to it that 99% of the fools that venture to this blog believe me to be no more than an unbalanced simpleton?

Any questions on Health on those Census forms Mikey?  And if there were, what bloody difference would it make?  Missus B Snr. was told on Monday that her latest agonies are due to a bladder infection, though I very much doubt any tests were done.. I'm also told that she wakes up pretty much every day to a headache... *Noddy Badge to our Controller..
The daughter at No. 17 has had stomach problems for what?  Going on three weeks or more?  My VC's kindly neighbour has been treated for leukemia?   Balliram must surely have run out of spaces to notch on his belt by now?  *vomits...
It's 9.15am and the Airwing chopper makes it's second pass over the mini-base station as it heads on down towards Howard College and the mainframe....
Peace..

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Wednesday 12th October 2011 at 1.32pm.