THE HIRED HELP..
(begun Wednesday 26th October at 2.55am...)
*If the industrial strength explosions set off nearby at about 11pm last night disturbed my heavy snores I certainly don't remember it.... The GW says they were either from Balliram's or Freddie's... This morning they're judiciously a way further off.... As I stood at the gates just after 8am chatting to B.Snr, the first one went off and we didn't blink... Whether from down at No. 2 and the obliging Congolese tenants, or from under the freeway bridge where the Road Accident Chasers lurk with their tow-trucks each day, is hard to say....Another was set off as I connected five minutes ago.... Coincidence? You really think so? *
It irks me a little to know that it's pointless sending Missus C and the girls Diwali greetings today, as any such sms would be destroyed in transit by our diligent Mail Manager....
Nonetheless, I hope they have as happy a day as they can under the circumstances, and that for this one day of the year he can refrain from embarrassing her....
The world tilted a fraction for me last night, and as quickly righted itself, and I swear I completely forgot that tiny chance remark until some twenty minutes ago..*blinks... Even as I sit here, pieces of the puzzle are falling into place with a neat click....
I'd gone along to the Motherbody Meeting at Dodge, thinking it might possibly be the last time I saw the guys together, at least until the Christmas function.. If the SAPS quadrangle is still monitored, they've learned their lesson, and no noisy crickets struck up their buzzing as we stood chatting outside before the Meeting began...
It was rather like watching the SA version of Charlie's Angels, as the sleek black cars arrived and parked, and their extremely attractive drivers headed off towards the Charge Office... I counted at least four, though there may have been more..*blinks.. You'd think by now I'd be able to recognize their rank by their uniforms, but unsurprisingly, it's beyond me... Whatever. Those vehicles were way above the entry level vehicle affordable to the rank and file, and judging from the happy demeanour of the owners, they came at a VERY special price... *winks...
The recipients wouldn't have smelled the Leverage files hovering in the background during the transactions, and have absolutely no idea that they are probably now totally OWNED..
It's that simple, hey Earl? *waves... People like gifts, and are for the most part blind to the strings attached...
When they ousted good old Hamilton as Provincial Commissioner and replaced him with Lt.Col. Ngobeni, I'd had this crazy idea that I should go see her and try to explain about the Project and the Leverage files used to trap so many Government appointed officials, so that she was at least in with a chance, and could choose which path she followed during her tenure..
Course it was just a thought, and my total lack of communication skills had me firmly rooted to the spot.. By now it's way too late to help her, and she's forced to dance to Earl's tune along with so many of her colleagues... *sighs...
At this point you may want to shut your judgemental mouths before you trot out the sanctimonious 'she should know right from wrong, and it serves her right if she got caught' party line.. That cuts no ice here, especially when I in turn can ask what YOUR involvement is, in this fantabulous Project....
Sure you're turning the Constitution on it's head, and violating basic human rights on a scale never seen before, but man, it's for a good cause, right?
Well, that's okay then.... *applauds in relief... You just carry on promoting the erection of the hundreds of additional cell towers needed to make the Invasion of Privacy work, and the handing of powerlines to unqualified Crackers, and everything will be just hunky-dory.... *vomits...
You carry on admiring the cunning use of vulnerable institutions being rigged up as mini base stations at the physical cost of their innocent inmates, but you'll have to pardon me if I regard you in turn as far worse criminals than those who've been so easily led to the trough...
Is it possible that she didn't see it coming? That despite some initial misgivings, his cover story and his makeover fooled her into believing he was the Real-Deal and Born Again? Hell, for all I know she sees him for what he is, but chose to take up his offer of support in the hope that she could turn things round here in the Zone...
Dare I consider that she's already beginning to see the light? That for every thousand Mandrax tablets that are confiscated, ten thousand replace them, as Earl's Runners are bailed out within hours of being caught?
I talk too much? Really? *chokes.. Where else could you go to get the truth, surrounded as you are by Secrets and Lies?
Have you any idea of the effort that's been made to turn me against you? Of the persistent whispers that you're in this to further your political aspirations and nothing else? Why do you think I've ignored them, and held my ground?
We all know that I'm dumber than ditch-water, and yet my bloody animal instinct tells me not to give up on you..
Are you aware of how many calls Earl Michael Barnabas has made, that are almost identical to the one I'm guessing he made to you? Anything - Absolutely ANYTHING he can do to assist you in his capacity as convert to the lord, and Manager of the Project here in the Zone, you only need ask? *vomits copiously...
Will Balliram report later today that he caught me snivelling here at my desk? Will my momentary weakness be the topic of conversation for the day, as he and his chommies try to figure out the possible cause, or will they be too busy discussing ways and means of smacking the Struggle Activist for her persistent cheek?
At times during last night's Meeting, the outwardly amiable Crumb was extremely hard-put not to explode with rage and irritation...*grins..
He'd already put in a full day's work, and to have to sit and listen to a bunch of easily manipulated sheep bleating on about matters that are truly out of their hands (though they don't know it), would've had him seething with righteous indignation...
It's not like he could get Balliram to employ the usual pay-back methods via her power supplies, as they did with the little Sydenham Heights rep, when they successfully crippled her so badly using that light on Crouch Road...
For this time, I'm waiting for you, and if I were to hear that she had suddenly developed ANY of the symptoms we guinea -pigs have endured as a result of our Area Controller's attentions, you'd gain yourselves more publicity than I'd hazard the Druglord cares for....
Sic Barnabas' latest Crime Boss, Nayager, onto her and arrange for a hijacking or break-in? The same applies dewds... She is untouchable and must be allowed to figure it out for herself....
If I were to tell her of at least one other that has been offered the same personal support and promises to those he made to her, could she guess who the lucky recipient is? I bet she could... *eyeroll...
Time to pick up the old phone again Earl, and reassure your individual Puppets that they're your favourites, and you wouldn't dream of shafting them... That is, if you can keep the mirth out of your voice long enough..*snorts...
You're battling to create a Leverage file on her? You've got a bit of stuff, but it's tame and you need more? Give her a car, why don't you? *falls over choking...
The Rocket Scientist may be forgiven for thinking I rave on about matters unrelated to the Telkom experiment, but he'd be wrong... Everything I scribble here so incoherently is directly connected to the Project and the criminals who operate it...
While there are many good people who have been swept up by the promises and lies, and who have been led to believe their contributions will save the country, I'm here to remind you that those at the helm of this steaming pile are the absolute worst of all the criminals that repeatedly appear on these pages...
Come now Jannie - Laugh me off amiably as always, but you'd best pay a little more attention to your Hired Help here in the Zone, before it's too late and they blow this rotten mountain sky-high...
It's now nearly 5am, and the sky grows light, and suddenly the pressure in my ears increased dramatically... *blinks...
You have only my word that at bedtime last night I was treated to an upgraded display of extreme violence via our power supplies.. A brief episode that resulted in both earache and my upper teeth protesting loudly, not to mention the now familiar deep ache in my shoulder and neck....
While I at last begin to understand why Balliram feels quite so free to unleash the worst of the frequencies on us here, I don't plan on accepting it meekly....
LATER at 5.45am
I've just been up to put the trash out, and despite the damp cool of the early morning, the sweat was trickling down by time I'd finished.. For once I consider it's due to more rain in the offing, and not Balliram's tender ministrations...
My Chair, who swore to me that he would always remain his own man, has been as easily bamboozled as the rest of you, but from a source I bet he never anticipated.... Barnabas' new Mule has demonstrated that her recently acquired power carries right to the top, and he's been sufficiently impressed to follow her advice...
How we've wondered at his silence and refusal to participate in the CPF discussions, when the answer has been so obvious..
More promises, Earl? Will he remember to beware of Greeks, or is it too late already?
Do you have all of your Hired Help firmly under your thumb? I look at my Area Controller the Cracker, and I have to consider whether you ever paid any attention to his mantra of 'Nobody's the Boss of me', and I add the touch of dementia that inevitably accompanies the control of the powerlines, and wonder if such a small and mean-minded Sadist could ultimately lead to your downfall after all...
Have a good one, and peace...
---oOo---
Wednesday 26th October 2011 at 9.31am.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
CUCKOO...
(begun Tuesday 25th October at 3.35am..)
*At about 11.30am the GW remarked that the iBurst connection had been dropped, and that his attempts to reconnect were proving unsuccessful... When eventually it was restored, only one of the five lights on the modem was working, and the green light below them had changed to white...*blinks... I shut down and reset the jackpoints and the modem sits now, rock steady. Could it be that Balliram was growing impatient with my SO, and his having to hang about for today's update to this blog? Drop my old man's connection and he'll get the message and give the cow a turn at the keyboard? *teeth*
I sat down here at the desk and eventually I whispered that he should tell me what's bothering him this morning.. Despite that his nearby nunu device had already kicked in, I don't think he could pick that up, but one can never be sure.. *eyeroll...
Once he decides it's time for me to get up, it's hardly worth arguing the toss.. Besides, my hand was about to spontaneously combust, so I gave up and got up....
He's scrabbled about in his bag of coded frequencies and opted for the dull Ache to the Base of the Skull as I sit here, with a few Knives to the Wrist, and a bit of BackFire for good measure... As one nutcase to another, I have to wonder whether he still tries to impress me, or whether he accepts that these days I find him quite literally a painful bore... *yawns....
Our small hardcore band of members pitched for the CPF Meeting last night, and I confess to thinking how pleased both Barnabas and the Crumb must be with the fruits of their careful manipulations...
We'd finished earlier than usual, and were milling about outside when someone across the field at the new mosque threw a switch and burst forth into his idea of the Call to Prayer.. *chokes..
Yeah, I know it's still a fairly new establishment and probably everyone has to have his turn, but at the risk of hurting someone's feelings, they might want to consider borrowing a few Prayer Callers from the Sparks Road mosque?
I heard later that there may be a bit of bickering going on between Admin and cleric, as to the volume levels of the Azaan, and clearly the Pump up the Jam team won this round hands down... Frankly, I was embarrassed for the surrounding Muslim Community, as the Caller's efforts raised more grins than dismay... *shrugs...How many of the genuinely good Muslims attending that mosque have dared to question the Moulana on the matter and have been told to mind their own business.*curious.... It's like I said...
All the religious institutions here in the Zone appear to have an agenda that very often runs contrary to their teachings, and the new mosque is no different....
I guess the manipulated spite is set to continue and it's a shame, for I'd found the madressa to be a fine addition to the neighbourhood, until I was treated personally to that deliberately theatrical bomb, last night...
*It's now nearly 4.30am and the BackFire has increased mightily... *waves to it's pathetic Controller...*
There'd been a sudden crippling surge to the frequencies flooding that tiny Committee room last night, and for a second I'd considered asking someone else to take the Minutes, but it faded as quickly as it had arrived and my hands recovered...
When the Eavesdroppers heard my Chairman remark that it had been at least the third Meeting held, sans the required presence of a Sydenham SAPS Officer, did they make a quick call? For, within minutes of the Meeting's end, a SAPS van pulled in and Captain S emerged to apologise for his lack of attendance, but that he'd been busy at a crime scene at the Reservoir Hills Mall, and he had the perps in the back of the van to prove it... *grins and applauds...
The Educator is back with a vengeance on the 'Cellphone Radiation killing you' thread at mybroadband, and he continues to provide irrefutable proof that the telecoms giants really don't have your best interests at heart.. Hopefully you'll find time to go check out at least some of the many links he's posted...
Typically, it's all rather beyond me, and I stay seated on the Dumbest of the Dumb bench, no doubt alongside many of Jannie's remaining Fanbois, as Muller patiently continues to try and wake the dead...
The sky outside is grey and drizzly, and I've a sudden overwhelming urge to sneak back aboard Cloud 9 for a bit.. Cheers...
LATER at 8.25am...
If my Network Admin wishes to refute my accusations that he is no more than a common criminal, he goes about it in the oddest of ways... That he controls all incoming and outgoing calls, including text messages, made from my phones, is, I'm certain, common knowledge to more than a few of you... It's part of the guinea-pig package, and the practise would've been approved by Mr. van Zyl in the first place.. *shrugs...
I'd barely finished sending out the text reminders for the CPF Meeting to be held last night, when the screen said that 4 replies had arrived... I opened the first without a problem but alas, the other three had vanished into thin air... So if your name isn't in the Apologies in the next set of Minutes, you know why.... *yawns...
Along with often delaying the arrival or delivery of texts, these small mischiefs are the trademark of an habitual petty criminal, and certainly not one deemed sufficiently responsible for the position he's been given... I've had enough 'This number does not exist ' replies when calling numbers I use regularly, to know that as with most things, it's purely sleight of hand on the part of Mistuh Bored Witless....
We were told last night that the weekly GOCOC Meetings held down at Makro will be coming to an earlier-than-usual end this year, and that it's likely Sydenham SAPS will soon be short-staffed as Officers are deployed for the COP17 conference...
Turns out that these out-of-town and foreign visitors are to be given the usual carefully camouflaged picture of our fair and crime-free City, while it's into the trenches for the honest hard-working ratepayers, as the criminals take full advantage, as a result of the less patrolled suburbs....
I hopped into www.durbanite.co.za this morning and found it flagging somewhat..*blinks... I've not heard a word from young Leon Chetty since I mailed him to ask whether we could stop the tango we do, and speak openly of the Surveillance Project... His silence was to be expected, and as it's unlikely that the whistleblower will resurface any time soon, he's going to need something fairly startling to inject life back into his site...
I'd sent a mail to Esme over a week ago, but I doubt it was ever delivered, and there's no sign of it in my Sent items, which will no doubt be blamed on my inability to operate even the most simplest of programs.. *winks...
Was Michael Sutcliffe employed as a Double-Agent right from the start? Ordered to befriend his fellow council members and support them at all times, despite their obviously fraudulent behaviour? Was he told to keep it all together until 2011 when the Revelations would kick off, and the surveillance technology would have his erstwhile colleagues nailed, with their snouts in the coffers?
Was he assured that his own privacy would be carefully guarded, and that in all likelihood he would eventually be re-elected to continue 'managing the City' ? A HERO of the current struggle against corruption, in fact? *chokes..
Hero se GAT!!! To condemn us here in Harris Crescent to suffer the fumblings of H20's initial Trials, and the subsequent systematic assaults made by Colin P. Ballilram via our power supplies, without so much as bothering to research the effects that all this additional wireless would have on the community in the long run, makes the scurvy little man an accessory to Attempted Murder, if not Murder itself...
You'll never get to hear the truth of which youngsters over at the Senior Boys Hostel, and which toddlers FFS, at the orphanage building itself, were affected as badly as we were in 2005, for there will have been 'Carers' employed to see that those cases never saw the light of day, let alone reached the ears of the officials running the institution...
If Allen Spence were ever to find himself in a Confessional, would he whine to the priest that he had wished to apologise to B.Snr. for the appalling error that they allowed to take place in 2005, not once, but twice, but that he was told to forget about it and move on?
By whom? Were such a far-fetched scenario to have arisen, would not the orders to remain silent have come from the Druglord himself? *spews....
The harsh reality is that Spence doesn't give a fig for the pain and suffering he initiated here in Sherwood, and that he continues about his deadly business to this day, in spite of Karl Muller's many warnings.
You find the thought of being able to affect people's lives via their power supplies an attractive one? Where do you sign up?
Simply go over to www.mybroadband.co.za and hunt about for jannievanzyl and then send him a private message stating your desire to volunteer for the Project... He will stall, while he has every aspect of your character investigated... If he judges you to be seriously short on conscience and easily manipulated, you're in.. It won't matter whether you're an Atheist or a Believer, as he has a line to suit all tastes... *winks...
I now keep a notepad next to my bed to write down the more serious excesses employed overnight by our Controller.. On Sunday night I'd put the light out at 8.45pm and was drifting off when I sat up, put the light back on, and jotted down a few lines... I've just paged back to see what it was I wrote, and find this hysterical gem...
And from the air will come a great humming, and the land will be laid to waste and the people sickened unto death....
WTF? Again I have to ask myself - something I read or something I ate? If I would have you believe I'm not totally cuckoo, there's a FAIL right there..*sighs... Take care on this soft grey day and peace...
---oOo---
Tuesday 25th October 2011 at 12.37pm.
(begun Tuesday 25th October at 3.35am..)
*At about 11.30am the GW remarked that the iBurst connection had been dropped, and that his attempts to reconnect were proving unsuccessful... When eventually it was restored, only one of the five lights on the modem was working, and the green light below them had changed to white...*blinks... I shut down and reset the jackpoints and the modem sits now, rock steady. Could it be that Balliram was growing impatient with my SO, and his having to hang about for today's update to this blog? Drop my old man's connection and he'll get the message and give the cow a turn at the keyboard? *teeth*
I sat down here at the desk and eventually I whispered that he should tell me what's bothering him this morning.. Despite that his nearby nunu device had already kicked in, I don't think he could pick that up, but one can never be sure.. *eyeroll...
Once he decides it's time for me to get up, it's hardly worth arguing the toss.. Besides, my hand was about to spontaneously combust, so I gave up and got up....
He's scrabbled about in his bag of coded frequencies and opted for the dull Ache to the Base of the Skull as I sit here, with a few Knives to the Wrist, and a bit of BackFire for good measure... As one nutcase to another, I have to wonder whether he still tries to impress me, or whether he accepts that these days I find him quite literally a painful bore... *yawns....
Our small hardcore band of members pitched for the CPF Meeting last night, and I confess to thinking how pleased both Barnabas and the Crumb must be with the fruits of their careful manipulations...
We'd finished earlier than usual, and were milling about outside when someone across the field at the new mosque threw a switch and burst forth into his idea of the Call to Prayer.. *chokes..
Yeah, I know it's still a fairly new establishment and probably everyone has to have his turn, but at the risk of hurting someone's feelings, they might want to consider borrowing a few Prayer Callers from the Sparks Road mosque?
I heard later that there may be a bit of bickering going on between Admin and cleric, as to the volume levels of the Azaan, and clearly the Pump up the Jam team won this round hands down... Frankly, I was embarrassed for the surrounding Muslim Community, as the Caller's efforts raised more grins than dismay... *shrugs...How many of the genuinely good Muslims attending that mosque have dared to question the Moulana on the matter and have been told to mind their own business.*curious.... It's like I said...
All the religious institutions here in the Zone appear to have an agenda that very often runs contrary to their teachings, and the new mosque is no different....
I guess the manipulated spite is set to continue and it's a shame, for I'd found the madressa to be a fine addition to the neighbourhood, until I was treated personally to that deliberately theatrical bomb, last night...
*It's now nearly 4.30am and the BackFire has increased mightily... *waves to it's pathetic Controller...*
There'd been a sudden crippling surge to the frequencies flooding that tiny Committee room last night, and for a second I'd considered asking someone else to take the Minutes, but it faded as quickly as it had arrived and my hands recovered...
When the Eavesdroppers heard my Chairman remark that it had been at least the third Meeting held, sans the required presence of a Sydenham SAPS Officer, did they make a quick call? For, within minutes of the Meeting's end, a SAPS van pulled in and Captain S emerged to apologise for his lack of attendance, but that he'd been busy at a crime scene at the Reservoir Hills Mall, and he had the perps in the back of the van to prove it... *grins and applauds...
The Educator is back with a vengeance on the 'Cellphone Radiation killing you' thread at mybroadband, and he continues to provide irrefutable proof that the telecoms giants really don't have your best interests at heart.. Hopefully you'll find time to go check out at least some of the many links he's posted...
Typically, it's all rather beyond me, and I stay seated on the Dumbest of the Dumb bench, no doubt alongside many of Jannie's remaining Fanbois, as Muller patiently continues to try and wake the dead...
The sky outside is grey and drizzly, and I've a sudden overwhelming urge to sneak back aboard Cloud 9 for a bit.. Cheers...
LATER at 8.25am...
If my Network Admin wishes to refute my accusations that he is no more than a common criminal, he goes about it in the oddest of ways... That he controls all incoming and outgoing calls, including text messages, made from my phones, is, I'm certain, common knowledge to more than a few of you... It's part of the guinea-pig package, and the practise would've been approved by Mr. van Zyl in the first place.. *shrugs...
I'd barely finished sending out the text reminders for the CPF Meeting to be held last night, when the screen said that 4 replies had arrived... I opened the first without a problem but alas, the other three had vanished into thin air... So if your name isn't in the Apologies in the next set of Minutes, you know why.... *yawns...
Along with often delaying the arrival or delivery of texts, these small mischiefs are the trademark of an habitual petty criminal, and certainly not one deemed sufficiently responsible for the position he's been given... I've had enough 'This number does not exist ' replies when calling numbers I use regularly, to know that as with most things, it's purely sleight of hand on the part of Mistuh Bored Witless....
We were told last night that the weekly GOCOC Meetings held down at Makro will be coming to an earlier-than-usual end this year, and that it's likely Sydenham SAPS will soon be short-staffed as Officers are deployed for the COP17 conference...
Turns out that these out-of-town and foreign visitors are to be given the usual carefully camouflaged picture of our fair and crime-free City, while it's into the trenches for the honest hard-working ratepayers, as the criminals take full advantage, as a result of the less patrolled suburbs....
I hopped into www.durbanite.co.za this morning and found it flagging somewhat..*blinks... I've not heard a word from young Leon Chetty since I mailed him to ask whether we could stop the tango we do, and speak openly of the Surveillance Project... His silence was to be expected, and as it's unlikely that the whistleblower will resurface any time soon, he's going to need something fairly startling to inject life back into his site...
I'd sent a mail to Esme over a week ago, but I doubt it was ever delivered, and there's no sign of it in my Sent items, which will no doubt be blamed on my inability to operate even the most simplest of programs.. *winks...
Was Michael Sutcliffe employed as a Double-Agent right from the start? Ordered to befriend his fellow council members and support them at all times, despite their obviously fraudulent behaviour? Was he told to keep it all together until 2011 when the Revelations would kick off, and the surveillance technology would have his erstwhile colleagues nailed, with their snouts in the coffers?
Was he assured that his own privacy would be carefully guarded, and that in all likelihood he would eventually be re-elected to continue 'managing the City' ? A HERO of the current struggle against corruption, in fact? *chokes..
Hero se GAT!!! To condemn us here in Harris Crescent to suffer the fumblings of H20's initial Trials, and the subsequent systematic assaults made by Colin P. Ballilram via our power supplies, without so much as bothering to research the effects that all this additional wireless would have on the community in the long run, makes the scurvy little man an accessory to Attempted Murder, if not Murder itself...
You'll never get to hear the truth of which youngsters over at the Senior Boys Hostel, and which toddlers FFS, at the orphanage building itself, were affected as badly as we were in 2005, for there will have been 'Carers' employed to see that those cases never saw the light of day, let alone reached the ears of the officials running the institution...
If Allen Spence were ever to find himself in a Confessional, would he whine to the priest that he had wished to apologise to B.Snr. for the appalling error that they allowed to take place in 2005, not once, but twice, but that he was told to forget about it and move on?
By whom? Were such a far-fetched scenario to have arisen, would not the orders to remain silent have come from the Druglord himself? *spews....
The harsh reality is that Spence doesn't give a fig for the pain and suffering he initiated here in Sherwood, and that he continues about his deadly business to this day, in spite of Karl Muller's many warnings.
You find the thought of being able to affect people's lives via their power supplies an attractive one? Where do you sign up?
Simply go over to www.mybroadband.co.za and hunt about for jannievanzyl and then send him a private message stating your desire to volunteer for the Project... He will stall, while he has every aspect of your character investigated... If he judges you to be seriously short on conscience and easily manipulated, you're in.. It won't matter whether you're an Atheist or a Believer, as he has a line to suit all tastes... *winks...
I now keep a notepad next to my bed to write down the more serious excesses employed overnight by our Controller.. On Sunday night I'd put the light out at 8.45pm and was drifting off when I sat up, put the light back on, and jotted down a few lines... I've just paged back to see what it was I wrote, and find this hysterical gem...
And from the air will come a great humming, and the land will be laid to waste and the people sickened unto death....
WTF? Again I have to ask myself - something I read or something I ate? If I would have you believe I'm not totally cuckoo, there's a FAIL right there..*sighs... Take care on this soft grey day and peace...
---oOo---
Tuesday 25th October 2011 at 12.37pm.
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