ENSLAVEMENT...
(begun Thursday 29th December at 4.45am...)
You'll have to pardon my fascination with your personal life, but I feel I must ask.. What are you doing right at this minute, Earl? Sleeping like a babe, under one of those larnie nets? Not that you believe your latest product can kill you, but because it's always been better to be safe than sorry? Sure it has... *shrugs..
Any of your slaves dared to raise questions on the health issues surrounding your latest endeavour? Oops, I mean 'friends'... *chokes....
Okay, let me rephrase that... Any of the 'friends' who owe you so much, dared to query the safety of the advanced technology that you've persuaded them is the only answer to curing this country's ills? *intrigued...
Who is it that feeds you the right answers you need, to make their sudden doubts disappear? As useful and talented as Jannie van Zyl is, he can't be everywhere, so who's your contact here in town? Albert Breed? (Man, I so want to add a t at the end of Breed). Hell, it's anyone's guess, but I would've said that at this stage you'd decline to deal with common underlings....
It was running like a dream till the pesky Rocket Scientist showed up unexpectedly to toss a spanner in the works, hey Earl?
Though I'd have to bet that van Zyl said Muller was nothing they couldn't take care of...
That's not the point though, is it? The point is that you yourself have been shafted by the very people that recruited you over a decade ago... The guys that sold you on the idea of enslavement of the masses via technology, as opposed to your regular and highly lucrative banned-substance trade... The Bastards treated you like some half-wit underworld thug, and completely omitted to mention the dire effects all this scientific magic could have on the Community that you've sold down river....
Operating as they do on a strictly need-to-know basis, why would they bother giving a Druglord details on the physical fall-out that would ensue down the line? Besides, your original line of business wasn't that much different after all..*winks...
How's your poor Missus doing these days? Any major side-effects from your involvement with the Project, or she still clings stoically to her ThickSkin status? It's not like you'd really give a shit either way, and that's for sure... She's put up with a great deal more than the average crap a wife has to bear, and like Missus C, she's provided you with a bloody useful Cloak of Respectibility over the years, especially once your major make-over kicked off..
It's my guess she'd vainly hoped that some of the feigned philanthropy and altruism would rub off on you, and change you for the better.. Women still have their crazy fantasies, do they not? *chokes...
If I were to find somehow that Missus Barnabas herself had had to have her knees replaced since 2004, or that she was a recent member of the Diabetics Club, or even that she suffered from some painful form of arthritis, I'd have to vomit all over your fancy imported footwear.. You get my drift, Mistuh Bountiful?
You could roar to the heavens that you'd been kept in the dark yourself, and it wouldn't make you any less culpable... Once you realised the full physical damage this surveillance technology was capable of achieving, you simply set about using it to your own advantage, did you not? No flies on you, hey Earl....
Last night, for the first time in well over a week, your Dancing IT Monkey judiciously withheld the exquisite delights of the Broken Hip frequency, and our lighting system held rock solid.. That's not to say he was idle by any means, and I can report that this morning I'm trembling and nauseous to a degree... Yay Balliram! I can only guess that there are more subtle, and yet just as damaging surprises to be found in the Pandora's box of frequency delights delivered by young Mr. Isaacs, and that I'm to become fairly well acquainted with them from now on? *totters off-stage..
LATER at 11am
You checked out the clouds up there today? Great mountainous cities in the sky, heading north at a smart clip...?
The Sad Creature just noticed that I've sat down here at the desk to chat to you, and he cockily chirrups his remote in greeting.. It would appear that his short-term memory is as fried as mine, for he already graced me with a noisy chirrup when I arrived home from the shops at 10am... You simply can't have too much of a good thing, now can you, Sir Obsessed? *chokes....
Millie the Gross was sounding the alarm even as I reversed out of the garage at 8.30am, and what had seemed no more than a mild lameness here in the house, magnified tenfold as I drove up to Westville... Inside the Village Market there appeared to be an unpleasant version of the BackFire frequency combined with the Broken Hip Special running, which reduced me to a shambling wreck in minutes....*applause...
It's always possible (but unlikely), that I merely over-estimated my recovery after being given the night off from the more obvious of our Controller's excesses, and the Voltaren remains as I said, useless...
OTOH, that little Mall on Hofmyer was the first to be wired to the max, and I'd guess it's a doddle to pump out whichever frequency takes It's fancy....
(Don't give me that simpering modesty there, Creep.. It becomes you even less than all your other efforts to deny my accusations.. *snorts..)
It's nice to see that both Owen Johnson and the residents up at Ballito can sleep easy after reading 'R385m European loan to boost Umgeni Water' on Page 5 of today's Mercury www.themercury.co.za. Though of course this generous assistance comes rather too late to bail out many of the small business owners up the North Coast who lost a fortune due to the recent savage water cuts... *winks...
What on earth could've prompted the EIB to invest such a large sum in what appears to be a country heading for the skids at the rate of knots, due to crime and corruption?
What do they know that your average Joe Soap here on the streets is unaware of? Any ideas Mr. van Zyl? *heavy nudge and wink....
Could it be more surreptitious international support for the ambitious experiment being installed countrywide here in South Africa? After all, the enormous water losses directly attributable to the Project so far, could cripple the country even before the technology is fully functional, and that would never do...
I figure the ghouls at the EIB who decided on contributing so generously may go line themselves up alongside all the other rubber-necking governments who watch the Project's progress with bated breath....
LATER at 1.15pm
Caution has left the building, and quite possibly the Sadist with it... The BackFire frequency is now cranked to the max, and whether he's home or alway, it has me on fire... *shrugs painfully...
Anyone care to say why my Vice Chair has been so drastically upgraded this past week or more? That he is at last being treated to the full horrific potential of the worst of the frequencies?
I suspect our Laz would be able to fill us in on why my VC is being so violently attacked via his powerlines.. Could it be his support of the unjustly treated Mr. Maharaj of Clare Estate that has earned him the increased attentions of your friend Balliram, Captain Crumb? Good enough reason to pump the Burning Feet frequency into his home repeatedly, until the desired result is achieved, and the kind man is suffering agony? A question if you please...
Will my VC come to realise the error of his ways, or is this 'punishment' designed merely to titillate you and your equally vile colleagues? *spews..
Peace..
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Thursday 29th December 2011 at 2.25pm.
