SPANNER IN THE WORKS..
(begun Saturday 3rd December at 4.45am..)

*Oddness... I've just clicked on the gmail link that always takes me to durbanite.co.za when there's been an update.  Only this time I didn't arrive at the Sign-In page, but was given a screen saying Sorry! We're under maintenance.  Oh yeah?  I see Mac McCarthy aka Miguel posted successfully after 1am our time this morning, so the decision to do 'maintenance' was a last minute idea? *winks...*

Both dogs hit the floor running before 1am, insisting noisily that the borders needed defending.. As it happened the GW was just heading to bed and had heard nothing to warrant any fuss, so he smartly put a damper on their enthusiasm.. By then I was up as well, and when my cellphone rang a minute later at 12.50am I answered... The mystery of the little dog's agitation was solved by Missus B from No. 16, and she wasn't a happy camper at all...  She said the family had arrived home near midnight and were all indoors when she'd noticed someone lying by their front gates, and had called their Security Company to come check him out...

They'd watched as the guy had turned on the lone Security guard and he'd had to call for backup, who'd arrived quite smartly but failed to calm the Stoner at all... Then SAPS Sydenham had arrived and the two officers had been treated to a barrage of k-word slurs, before the fellow was finally allowed to stagger off down the Crescent under his own steam... They'd all heard him ranting about a Tamara and a Clint from No. 4 and No. 6 and he'd managed to damage No 16's front gate as well... A neat little theatrical touch, that last, for he didn't clarify whether those two numbers applied to Harris or Garbutt Road... *winks...
An unpleasant bit of mischief, no doubt organised by an unpleasant bunch of people, and once again targeting our loyal CPF Members...

Since the advent of the Sparks Estate Sector forum, our numbers now sit down at a steady thirteen to fourteen regular attendees, and it's these remaining loyalists who appear to be bearing the brunt of some seriously nasty attention.  Mr. S over at Everton Road and his agonisingly painful fingers? My Michan Road friend hospitalised with cellulitis?  No. 16 having a visitor's vehicle stolen from his driveway, and endless problems with his house alarm?  Our once smiling and positive VC, constantly beset by what I'm betting are a string of engineered problems?  No. 12 Garbutt Road without power for 6 days, the last time I looked?  Need I go on?

Naturally, there'll be those among them with indemnity, and I'd have to number the Coach, the Microwave Boffin, and our Vice Treasurer as all holding some sort of Get Out Of Jail Free card....
Any ideas who could be going after our few remaining members quite so diligently Laz?  *looks at the Crumb with interest... Anyone from the Dodge City AmDram Society still sitting in on those brainstorming sessions to see who can come up with the most outrageous scripts?
Or is it now mostly down to the permanently offended Sex Pest and his psychopathic IT Monkey to target their chosen victims?  *curious... Does the would-be contender to Barnabas' throne, young Baron Frankson, have any input, or is he too busy seeing that Earl's designated Lieutenants keep the product saturating the Zone?
You guys sure gave me cause to smile when I consider how short-sighted you were when it came to the Toad Wars...*chokes...  How I re-wrote the script to have your shadow-hugging characters come out onto centre-stage regularly, to reveal the true nature of their nefarious activities... Oops....
I'm tempted to think that at one time even your Boss, Michael Barnabas, found himself chuckling callously as you squirmed and wriggled in the glare of the spotlight you try so hard to avoid...
Do you whine that I've pegged many of you wrongly, as you continue to dance your double-dealing tango and hope to get away with it?

I see the former Top Knob has to hand himself in to his nearest Station by Sunday at the latest, and I've little doubt you led the cheering on that score... Sanctimonious bloody hypocrisy..*snorts...
If ever there was the ideal Puppet it was Jackie Selebi, hey Schabir?  Manipulated and constantly prodded in the right direction, he was always the perfect Patsy... Did he ever get to meet Barnabas personally?
Or were his visits to Durban restricted to being collected by his Pimp, Nayager, and taken straight to the Blue Waters Hotel to choose the Tart of the day? How much would you like to bet that the hotel room allotted to the Police Chief was wired for visuals and sound and that the results are now sitting comfortably in a Leverage file owned by the Druglord?
Once the deal was signed and sealed, and the Zone handed to Barnabas to manage as the kick-off point for the inhumane Wireless/Fibre over Powerlines surveillance project, Selebi began throwing favours and gifts at Dodge City as if his very life depended on it...

Almost overnight it seemed that our ongoing Most Corrupt Station status did a 180 degree turn to become Most Favoured Station in the country, and the subsequently convicted Sex Felon became the darling of the Corrupt.. How many awards did Tracker hand to the One-eyed Pig for his amazing record in the recovery of stolen vehicles?  How many of those recovered vehicles were a part of hijackings organised by Nayager himself, in the first place?  *chokes...
Organised crime never had it so good as when the Surveillance technology came to the Zone, hey Earl?  Get your IT Monkey to punch in the code of the streetlight of choice, and your guys are able to get a fix on the comings and goings at any residence you choose... Fark, what a bonus!!  And then to be given access to the telecoms networks on top of that?  Sort of made it child's-play to engineer the reign of terror that blankets the Zone, not so?

It's guaranteed that the guys who futilely consider themselves a part of the Good team will squeal like stuck pigs at this point, and insist that once they're given total control over the technology this country will rise like a phoenix from the flames... *falls over snorting...
How irritated they must have been when Karl Muller finally appeared, to cast an enormous spanner in the works..
For up to that point everything had been going perfectly to plan, and the population were terrorised to the point where Big Brother appeared to be the only solution....

What a total bummer when the outspoken Rocket Scientist began pointing out that the technology itself could wipe out or cripple huge numbers of citizens as it carves it's way across the country.. Oh sure, he's concentrating on mast emissions and fallout from cellphones for the moment, but I've every faith that he'll get round to the Surveillance project before long, with a bit of assistance from some unexpected quarters...
You saw how Assange included South Africa as a purchaser of spy technology?  Such a small thing fosho, but I'll grab that bloody straw happily, in my rabid efforts to get you to see the light, if it's the last thing I do...

I look at the remarks passed by so many posters on mybroadband and I have to question whether I over-estimated Jannie van Zyl's recruitement efforts..
Have I incorrectly assumed that many of the regulars have been made aware of the nationwide project, when all the while they're oblivious to this killing machine?  What did Rudolph and Cara think when I began reporting of the devastating physical effects this much-lauded experiment was having on the labrats down this end?  Seriously... Between Mr. van Zyl's smooth assurances and my own incoherent babbling, were they easily persuaded to ignore my shrieks?  If I'd had so much as half a brain, could I have saved my friends and neighbours from the ongoing and horrific physical damage they've incurred at the hands of Balliram and his equally criminal colleagues?
What do you think? Hell, I've wasted so much of my 66 years beating myself up for one reason or another.. A nauseating and energy-wasting habit that I'm still struggling to overcome, as I slyly tell myself that my blog would've been shut down years ago, had I made any sense at all, and therefore there was sod-all I could've done differently to protect my friends...  See how the survivor instinct kicks in, even for someone of my staggering stupidity? *grins wryly....

How many times has the ex-Chief of Police tried dialling Mo Shaik or Michael Barnabas to beg for their assistance in his hour of need, only to hear that disembodied voice saying the numbers don't exist? *gags... How much does he know, and is he in any way a threat to the criminals running the Project?  You couldn't miss the snorts of derision as the Press made mention of his collapse at the verdict, and many of you compared it to the Arms Dealer's Sickie Success...
Alas, your blood-lust is up, and there's little point in suggesting that Selebi's situation is vastly different to that of Mr. Shaik...
That should our Jackie in his desperation, so much as hint at letting the cat out of the bag, odds are that he will be ensconced in a cell that is wired to the maximum, and that one of my Area Controller's counterparts at that Correctional facility will finish the old man off easily, of what will appear to be natural causes.. *yawns..

Colourful imaginitive bullshit?  Is that not precisely how the Telecom's Strategist has amiably described my blog for nearly six effing years?  You still don't hear the damned bell tolling in the background?

Karl Muller's arrival is an unexpected, and in many cases undeserved gift, and you'd do well to ignore Mr. van Zyl's desperate attempts to trivialize the Rocket Scientist's warnings... As yet the connection between Muller's posts and the Wireless/Fibre over Powerlines project remains unrevealed, and the current fibre cable layers down our way are working with almost indecent haste to further muddy the waters...
My constant whines on the pain and discomfort I endure at the hands of the Sadist next door are NOTHING compared to what is being done to other voiceless innocents via their powerlines, and if you have one shred of decency left, you will stop disrupting the class and pay attention to the Educator, before you too end up sharing my Dunce's cap...

There's a cool wind blowing on this damp grey day, and who knows but that it will bring enlightenment to a couple more of you... *beams.. Peace julle..

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Saturday 3rd December 2011 at 10.40am.