SUE ME...
(begun Saturday 18th June at 3.30am...)
I'd barely lit the candles here at the desk, when he chirruped his remote, and I went into my usual routine of wondering if he's just getting up, or just getting in... I feel rather like some sort of ancient parent, vaguely anxious about it's yobbo adult offspring....
You can't do anything about his bad behaviour, except to hope you're not in his line of sight when his toys get tossed, as they are so regularly... *eyeroll....
It appears that his malicious intent burns as brightly as ever it did... Will you check out THIS picture? The two little dogs at the end of our front garden path, staring up at der Bunker wall in such anticipation? And HERE? The Surviving Twin actually sitting patiently, head cocked towards the top of the wall, waiting for.... what?
I've clearly not been paying sufficient attention to the results of the brief Balliram has given his newly acquired apprentice, Russell...
He's come on in leaps and bounds, has the latest Sorceror's Apprentice..*blinks... At least since he first hopped up against the wall and frightened the bejesus out of the two animals, causing them to gallop back down the path with their tails between their legs, yapping frantically... You remember?
Clearly since then he's expended a great deal of time and energy quietly convincing Cola in particular, that he's friend and not foe....
To what end, all this effort Balliram? Tidying up loose ends? Making sure the one that got away, doesn't, in the end? *vomits copiously.... Is the little dog set to become some sort of canine Jimmy Hoffa, in order to appease your sick nature? *waits with interest....
That small white Cessna/like has been going over regularly of late.. Too high to tell whether it's the SAPS plane again, or not, but interesting to speculate what it is they're up to....
Did you go check google earth/maps like I suggested? If you're a larnie with megabucks you can afford to run google earth professional, in which case you should be able to study St. Theresa's, beyond my place at No. 8, and see for yourself the tell-tale signs of a mini wireless base station... For a stunning shot of the dorm windows you would have to be standing outside my top wall, facing across the valley, preferably after dark.
The near magical effect given off by the supposedly protective coating on those windows at night, has to be seen to be believed...
Consider this - If a sleeping net designed to repel EMR costs R18ks, can you even begin to imagine what it cost to cover all those windows with microwave repellant? *bolt-eyed... And that was done, (according to my dated pictures) a long time before the National Lotto Contractors arrived and began the magnificent 4-Phase upgrade...
It's nice to know that however belatedly, every care has now been taken to see that the little ones aren't affected by the hugely increased levels of EMR... Bullshit! What am I saying?!!
As if Colin P. Balliram gives a tinker's for the well-being of a bunch of faceless/nameless kids and their Carers...
He didn't care back when he used to direct the GateKeepers as they moved about the grounds carrying their blinding porta-lights after dark, and he certainly doesn't care now that there's such a huge choice of added lighting to manipulate... *yawns...
Once again, if Metro Connect had seen fit to employ a qualified and honest Controller to 'manage' the mini base station, and had a qualified and trustworthy Ombudsman designated to monitoring the output, I wouldn't have much of a trembling leg to stand on.... Well, apart from that rather damning clause in our fantastique Constitution of course... *shrugs....
Do you seriously expect me to believe that this unstable Cracker has one iota of responsibility in his makeup? *snorts....
The GameWrecker had been sitting here at the desk reading the papers sometime yesterday afternoon, when he came through to say that my spare Nokia had suddenly spoken aloud as it lay untouched next to him... He hadn't been able to make out what the auto message had said, but you could see he was suitably rattled.. *cackles..
I've tried explaining to him that our PC and phones are now being used as part of a Training program for Metro Connect, and that our Area Controller next door regularly has his students dialling our numbers and visiting our computer, so that in the end, they too may be employed as Controllers....
That's about right, is it not Allen? The Authors have nowhere near the numbers they need to manage the power circuits and to feed stolen information back to the data banks dotted across the country, so training up the next wave of Digital Warriors (snorts) is vital...
What better place to practise their newly acquired talents than here at No. 8? *beams... No wonder we're having these weird and isolated powercuts, and I get all those no-number calls on my cellphones... We've become an Institute of Learning, rather than simply a venue for Balliram's hacker students to practise on...
Would that also cover the regular tripping of B.Snr's power supplies in the dead of night? One of Balliram's students, fumbling as he/she is taught how to access an individual home via their streetlight? It all fits beautifully, does it not?
Jannie and Barnabas' insistence that as a Tutor, Balliram's contribution is too valuable to consider having him relocated at this point? This, despite that they're more than aware of his reckless and uncontrollable behaviour and the irreversable physical damage he's caused to more than a few of us? Lovely....
The already startling increase in electrical fires is set to go through the roof, as the various versions of the Metro Connect surveillance technology arrives in a suburb near you.. That's not all though, is it?
The GW trundled through to show me a bucket of brown water yesterday... That's from the bath tap, said he.. For the first time that I can remember, there's now a brown stain in our bathroom basin, where the tap washer keeps packing in...
A brown stain that's colour is matched exactly by the stain in the bottom of our larnie 4/5month old see-through kettle... *blinks... WTF is being run into our now easily accessible water lines to cause such a swift and visible reaction? *curious...
It wasn't that long ago that I would chug down around eight glasses of water a day... At this point I can't tell you why or when I stopped the practise... More animal instinct? *studies it's shifty Controller...
If you wish us to cease reporting the leaks we come across in the area, as directed by none other than Neil MacLeod, you're going about it the wrong way... You may just have noticed that the bullying goonda-style methods employed by your good buddy Nayager and his cohorts, so successfully in the past, don't work so well here..
That what may well terrify the average embattled citizen of the Zone into silence, has me generally snorting with contempt and derision at the level of the attacks... Sure, a nail driven into a tyre overnight, or a car battery drained remotely, could have serious, if not terminal results for the unwitting owner, and nothing's changed there... I just figure we deserve a lot better than these continued furtive thuggee style assaults...
You can guarantee that this high-handed behaviour isn't restricted to us, and one such glaring example has to be my Vice Chair, who is currently under siege from several different quarters... *spews... As a latecomer, experiencing the delights of Nayager and his IT Lackey's attentions, both via his powerlines and the web that is the Curry Mafia, the good man is now as bewildered as I was, when first we were chosen as the Patsies for the Metro Connect Trials...
Will he manage to withstand the onslaught, and hold onto his beliefs and sanity, or will he become just another statistic to go down under the wave of corruption that engulfs the area? A satisfying side-show, tortured in order to feed the sick bloodlust of the criminals holding the reins?
*It's now 5.30am and I swear it's raining! Gezunkelnutz!!*#!@! My young Landscaper was due to visit today, though this weather change may yet put a damper on the works... *sighs...*
So ja - I guess if she were to ask me again why I would suppose that I'm of any interest at all to the Women-Abusing, disgraced ex-Head of Sydenham Station, I would at least be able to articulate the truth, as opposed to standing silent with my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water... *grins..
I would reply that as the first of the Test Monkeys for the Metro Connect Trials set up in Harris Crescent in 2005, I've grown to become an obsession to both the depraved Nayager and his equally sick Lackey Balliram, if only for their ongoing and tireless efforts to whack me into submission...
My Chair asked me how I felt about marching through the Zone to support PAGAD later today.. (The Marchers are due to leave the Spark's Road Mosque at 2pm).
Hell, you all know, and saw, how much I enjoyed that futile and poorly attended March Against Crime a few years ago... The one where we ended up at City Hall only to find the coward Sutcliffe hadn't even bothered to show his lying face?
My continuing unbidden paroxyms (sp) of coughing however, preclude me from participating in this latest well-intentioned, if equally futile demonstration against the drugs flooding into the Zone..
While the PAGAD Leaders continue to remain silent on 'Earl' Michael Barnabas' deployment as right hand man to our Head of Intelligence Mo Shaik, the Drug dealers and runners that pepper the Zone, will remain protected by the likes of Sydenham SAPS.. Fact... Peace julle..
---oOo---
Saturday 18th June 2011 at 8.26am.
Friday, June 17, 2011
MY WHINING STREAK...
(begun Wednesday 15th June at 2.30pm..)
I'd typed out Ahead of the Pack into blogger, and was going through it in an effort to check my dodgy spelling when, at 11.40am *poof!* our power was cut as well... *blinks...
I said nothing but pulled all the plugs, in case Mr. Malice planned on flicking us back with a massive surge... He didn't..
This is your idea of a responsible Area Controller, Mr. Spence? Tsk, I forgot.. The Zone is OWNED by Barnabas, and you're merely obeying orders... *winks... No matter how many times I hear you squawk that you're just doing your job, there is NO way you aren't aware that you've handed innocents over to criminals.. Which makes you...? You're also aware that this behaviour isn't restricted to me alone, and that Metro Connect is being used by crooks for all manner of things, including revenge attacks, arson, intimidation etc....
B.Snr. called about half an hour later to say his power had been restored, and so had ours... In our case, a half-hour shutdown to mollify a typically offronted Controller... Shame... *snorts..
Thursday 16th June at 4.45am
I managed to stay awake for nearly the entire eclipse, but spent a fitful night barking, until I finally got up at 4.30am...
There was a special CPF Motherbody Meeting called for last night up at Dodge City, to discuss issues raised on the Constitution, and presumably it's interpretation... As my chest-clutching, back-firing, and explosive bouts of barking are now at their very peak, I didn't attend....
Besides, what could I have contributed? I constantly read that our Constitution is one of the best in the world, and there's this current massive flap on about the Secrecy Bill, and you should sign this petition or that, and all I can think is WTF??!
Dim-witted simpleton that I am, the way I look at it, is that Sutcliffe and his cronies may just as well have built a bonfire back in 2004 and used the bloody Constitution as a firelighter, for all the good it's done us...
Was the clause on Human Rights and the individual's right to privacy and a healthy environment altered dramatically back then, though nothing was said?
The Project Authors have made a mockery out of the Bill of Rights, and there's no two ways about it..*shrugs...
When I finally staggered off Cloud 9 at 4.30am this morning, there were at least two windows over at the Senior Boys Hostel, facing the mast in Mayville, that were running a really bright signal enhancer... It's now 5.30am and still pitch dark outside, but those lights are already off... Why?
The GateKeepers were running the porta-lights from inside the dormitories for yonks before any so-called safety precautions were added, and I've the pictures to prove it...
If the lights were left alone to emit the wattage/voltage they were designed for, I guess there wouldn't be a problem.. Trouble is, you know they aren't...
You're well aware that this unqualified Sadist next door has now the means to access the jackpoint/power system in those dormitories and to manipulate the frequency output of those lights to enhance his audio access...
Fark - I give a toss at my incoherent wording, you know exactly what I'm trying to say.. You're also aware that were this manipulation to have a detrimental effect on any of the orphans or Carers, which might give rise to tinnitis, earache, jawache etc., you would never be told... *spits....
Any smarmy assurances to the contrary, may be treated with the contempt they deserve....
You only have to consider the brutal and systematic assaults on our homes to know that the occupants housed at the Convent are regarded as equally insignificant.. Uphold the Constitution? Bah! You're about six years too late for that....
How things have changed.. The idiot poster who sought to earn some brownie points with our Jannie, by starting their own 'are cellphones dangerous' thread on mybroadband, didn't elicit one iota of irritation on my part... He and his fellow asinine Digital Warriors (!) may well be quick learners when it comes to hacking into their neighbour's computer systems, but they may also end up eating their own words before too long... *yawns...
It's not like the Telecoms Strategist and his colleagues have a slew of qualified Electrical Engineers to appoint as Area Controllers around the country...
Oh dear me, no.. They're forced to use unqualified, and for the most part so far, criminally inclined louts to run the Metro Connect...People whose names I'm guessing are very often put forward by the local Overlord for a particular area, in our case 'Earl' Michael Barnabas, Uber Druglord to the Zone...
Mr. van Zyl will have spent an inordinate amount of time trashing this particular claim I make, but it's one that I'll stick to, to the death.. Okay, enough for the moment..
Friday 17th June at 1.40am
Ja, check out the time.. But hey, I'm an OAP (well, sort of), and spend more hours asleep than awake anyways... *grins... I figured that after half-an-hour of my own Digital Warrior (roffels) heroically pumping my bedroom full of the Burning Hands and Aching hips (apparently on Special this week), I'd cave and get up for a while, so here I am...
Yesterday? I was on a whining streak from the early hours, drowning in snot and trying to bark up my remaining bit of lung.. Here - have a fag? *winks....
I hit the shops anyway, and somehow managed to avoid having the paramedics come to my aid in public...
Dodge City seemed pretty quiet when I arrived with my weekly contribution, and there were only two officers on duty in the Charge Office... Neither belonged to the Friends of Toads Association, and yet they both made a valiant attempt to smile in my direction...Pathetically grateful for the tiniest of concessions, I have to say that whatever their intention, I truly appreciated the effort... *waves...
Long after my outing for the day was over, I'd been dozing in front of the TV, when the Scrabble Player called to ask if we had power.. *blinks...
What followed, deserves it's own heading, and the GW informs me that instead of using the term Error or Apology, the Press now use the line
FOR THE RECORD:
Another clanger on my part that needs rectifying chop-chop... You may recall that I had my Good Neighbour at No. 10 finally succumbing to an invitation to join Metro Connect, and as such I thought them immune/exempt from the brutal treatment meted out by our Area Controller..
The Scrabble Player that I've blogged so bitterly, as possibly having sold out his health and safety in return for a scrabble tournament or three on the Local Area Network, had in fact had his laptop fried yonks back, with what sounds remarkably like one of Balliram's deliberate spikes... *smells the stench of cooked plugs...
He says he doesn't belong to the Sherwood Network, nor does he run specific lights on request.. Thats's what he says, and I choose to believe him...
Turns out he has tinnitis, hey Jannie? He doesn't remember when it began, but he says he lives with it, though it often rises to a noisy shriek in his ears...Now, where have I heard that before? *winks...
Back to realtime and his powercut..
We ran the long lead from ours to his, to save their frozen stuff, but he was pretty baffled and said Faults couldn't give him a reason why only his power was cut...
In the end Missus SP finally rang after 7pm? to say their lights were back, and to pull the plug.. Was I thrilled by this latest turn of events? Chuffed to find I was wrong, as I so often am?
With the installation of those huge lamps at his front door, and the Tenant he occasionally allows to sleep over in his storeroom, and who was most definitely up to Project-related mischief? With my trees going down with some sort of brittle-bone disease, and my jasmine hedge wiped out, seemingly overnight?
I'm okay with this particular error of judgement, though if his tinnitis is the only 'gift' that little family of four have been given by our Area Controller over the years, it would appear that amazingly, Balliram has managed to restrict the worst of his attentions to just our three homes at No. 4, 5 and 8... *vomits... It's now 2.35am and I'm off to give Cloud 9 another go....
LATER at 5am..
It's debatable how much actual sleep I got, in the time that's elapsed since we last chatted... What with my incessant barking, blowing my hooter, and letting the dogs outside, I was kept fairly busy..*yawns... However, at 4.45am there was absolutely no mistaking Balliram's rude wake-up call, as Level 3 BackFire kicked in from nowhere, and the Knives to the Hands was added, just in case.. *falls over... Violating my constitutional rights again, o Master Mine? One of the best constitutions in the world? If you say so...
The continued lack of comments on the possible departure of our Crooked City Manager has me thinking that the full horror of the situation has finally struck home, and you're all literally dumbfounded as a result... No? Then give us a list of names of the people you'd trust to replace the Scurvy Fellow? Allen Spence? Neil MacLeod? *chortling.. Every bit as corrupt as Herr Doktor Sutcliffe, and by now you know it... Not exactly spoiled for choice, are we? Frypan? Fire? *chokes...
Some new blood is needed urgently at www.durbanite.co.za.. Someone whose posts will kick-start Mac McCarthy back into full vitriolic mode.. You're all sounding way too sombre, and even Mac's last comments didn't cause so much as a smile on the toadometer... Come, come, chaps - If we're going down, let's do it cheerfully FFS!
Peace...
---oOo---
Friday 17th June 2011 at 11.39am...
(begun Wednesday 15th June at 2.30pm..)
I'd typed out Ahead of the Pack into blogger, and was going through it in an effort to check my dodgy spelling when, at 11.40am *poof!* our power was cut as well... *blinks...
I said nothing but pulled all the plugs, in case Mr. Malice planned on flicking us back with a massive surge... He didn't..
This is your idea of a responsible Area Controller, Mr. Spence? Tsk, I forgot.. The Zone is OWNED by Barnabas, and you're merely obeying orders... *winks... No matter how many times I hear you squawk that you're just doing your job, there is NO way you aren't aware that you've handed innocents over to criminals.. Which makes you...? You're also aware that this behaviour isn't restricted to me alone, and that Metro Connect is being used by crooks for all manner of things, including revenge attacks, arson, intimidation etc....
B.Snr. called about half an hour later to say his power had been restored, and so had ours... In our case, a half-hour shutdown to mollify a typically offronted Controller... Shame... *snorts..
Thursday 16th June at 4.45am
I managed to stay awake for nearly the entire eclipse, but spent a fitful night barking, until I finally got up at 4.30am...
There was a special CPF Motherbody Meeting called for last night up at Dodge City, to discuss issues raised on the Constitution, and presumably it's interpretation... As my chest-clutching, back-firing, and explosive bouts of barking are now at their very peak, I didn't attend....
Besides, what could I have contributed? I constantly read that our Constitution is one of the best in the world, and there's this current massive flap on about the Secrecy Bill, and you should sign this petition or that, and all I can think is WTF??!
Dim-witted simpleton that I am, the way I look at it, is that Sutcliffe and his cronies may just as well have built a bonfire back in 2004 and used the bloody Constitution as a firelighter, for all the good it's done us...
Was the clause on Human Rights and the individual's right to privacy and a healthy environment altered dramatically back then, though nothing was said?
The Project Authors have made a mockery out of the Bill of Rights, and there's no two ways about it..*shrugs...
When I finally staggered off Cloud 9 at 4.30am this morning, there were at least two windows over at the Senior Boys Hostel, facing the mast in Mayville, that were running a really bright signal enhancer... It's now 5.30am and still pitch dark outside, but those lights are already off... Why?
The GateKeepers were running the porta-lights from inside the dormitories for yonks before any so-called safety precautions were added, and I've the pictures to prove it...
If the lights were left alone to emit the wattage/voltage they were designed for, I guess there wouldn't be a problem.. Trouble is, you know they aren't...
You're well aware that this unqualified Sadist next door has now the means to access the jackpoint/power system in those dormitories and to manipulate the frequency output of those lights to enhance his audio access...
Fark - I give a toss at my incoherent wording, you know exactly what I'm trying to say.. You're also aware that were this manipulation to have a detrimental effect on any of the orphans or Carers, which might give rise to tinnitis, earache, jawache etc., you would never be told... *spits....
Any smarmy assurances to the contrary, may be treated with the contempt they deserve....
You only have to consider the brutal and systematic assaults on our homes to know that the occupants housed at the Convent are regarded as equally insignificant.. Uphold the Constitution? Bah! You're about six years too late for that....
How things have changed.. The idiot poster who sought to earn some brownie points with our Jannie, by starting their own 'are cellphones dangerous' thread on mybroadband, didn't elicit one iota of irritation on my part... He and his fellow asinine Digital Warriors (!) may well be quick learners when it comes to hacking into their neighbour's computer systems, but they may also end up eating their own words before too long... *yawns...
It's not like the Telecoms Strategist and his colleagues have a slew of qualified Electrical Engineers to appoint as Area Controllers around the country...
Oh dear me, no.. They're forced to use unqualified, and for the most part so far, criminally inclined louts to run the Metro Connect...People whose names I'm guessing are very often put forward by the local Overlord for a particular area, in our case 'Earl' Michael Barnabas, Uber Druglord to the Zone...
Mr. van Zyl will have spent an inordinate amount of time trashing this particular claim I make, but it's one that I'll stick to, to the death.. Okay, enough for the moment..
Friday 17th June at 1.40am
Ja, check out the time.. But hey, I'm an OAP (well, sort of), and spend more hours asleep than awake anyways... *grins... I figured that after half-an-hour of my own Digital Warrior (roffels) heroically pumping my bedroom full of the Burning Hands and Aching hips (apparently on Special this week), I'd cave and get up for a while, so here I am...
Yesterday? I was on a whining streak from the early hours, drowning in snot and trying to bark up my remaining bit of lung.. Here - have a fag? *winks....
I hit the shops anyway, and somehow managed to avoid having the paramedics come to my aid in public...
Dodge City seemed pretty quiet when I arrived with my weekly contribution, and there were only two officers on duty in the Charge Office... Neither belonged to the Friends of Toads Association, and yet they both made a valiant attempt to smile in my direction...Pathetically grateful for the tiniest of concessions, I have to say that whatever their intention, I truly appreciated the effort... *waves...
Long after my outing for the day was over, I'd been dozing in front of the TV, when the Scrabble Player called to ask if we had power.. *blinks...
What followed, deserves it's own heading, and the GW informs me that instead of using the term Error or Apology, the Press now use the line
FOR THE RECORD:
Another clanger on my part that needs rectifying chop-chop... You may recall that I had my Good Neighbour at No. 10 finally succumbing to an invitation to join Metro Connect, and as such I thought them immune/exempt from the brutal treatment meted out by our Area Controller..
The Scrabble Player that I've blogged so bitterly, as possibly having sold out his health and safety in return for a scrabble tournament or three on the Local Area Network, had in fact had his laptop fried yonks back, with what sounds remarkably like one of Balliram's deliberate spikes... *smells the stench of cooked plugs...
He says he doesn't belong to the Sherwood Network, nor does he run specific lights on request.. Thats's what he says, and I choose to believe him...
Turns out he has tinnitis, hey Jannie? He doesn't remember when it began, but he says he lives with it, though it often rises to a noisy shriek in his ears...Now, where have I heard that before? *winks...
Back to realtime and his powercut..
We ran the long lead from ours to his, to save their frozen stuff, but he was pretty baffled and said Faults couldn't give him a reason why only his power was cut...
In the end Missus SP finally rang after 7pm? to say their lights were back, and to pull the plug.. Was I thrilled by this latest turn of events? Chuffed to find I was wrong, as I so often am?
With the installation of those huge lamps at his front door, and the Tenant he occasionally allows to sleep over in his storeroom, and who was most definitely up to Project-related mischief? With my trees going down with some sort of brittle-bone disease, and my jasmine hedge wiped out, seemingly overnight?
I'm okay with this particular error of judgement, though if his tinnitis is the only 'gift' that little family of four have been given by our Area Controller over the years, it would appear that amazingly, Balliram has managed to restrict the worst of his attentions to just our three homes at No. 4, 5 and 8... *vomits... It's now 2.35am and I'm off to give Cloud 9 another go....
LATER at 5am..
It's debatable how much actual sleep I got, in the time that's elapsed since we last chatted... What with my incessant barking, blowing my hooter, and letting the dogs outside, I was kept fairly busy..*yawns... However, at 4.45am there was absolutely no mistaking Balliram's rude wake-up call, as Level 3 BackFire kicked in from nowhere, and the Knives to the Hands was added, just in case.. *falls over... Violating my constitutional rights again, o Master Mine? One of the best constitutions in the world? If you say so...
The continued lack of comments on the possible departure of our Crooked City Manager has me thinking that the full horror of the situation has finally struck home, and you're all literally dumbfounded as a result... No? Then give us a list of names of the people you'd trust to replace the Scurvy Fellow? Allen Spence? Neil MacLeod? *chortling.. Every bit as corrupt as Herr Doktor Sutcliffe, and by now you know it... Not exactly spoiled for choice, are we? Frypan? Fire? *chokes...
Some new blood is needed urgently at www.durbanite.co.za.. Someone whose posts will kick-start Mac McCarthy back into full vitriolic mode.. You're all sounding way too sombre, and even Mac's last comments didn't cause so much as a smile on the toadometer... Come, come, chaps - If we're going down, let's do it cheerfully FFS!
Peace...
---oOo---
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