A HOW-TO ON DIGGING YOURSELF A HOLE...
(begun Thursday 17th November at 4.15am...)
In this ongoing advertorial that I run for the benefit of the Project Authors, perhaps it's necessary to tell you that my Vice Chair mentioned last night that he's lost his aircon units... *blinks... Clearly a part of last week's destructive agenda carried out by the heroic Appliance Killer next door..
My VC had a tech come by who diagnosed that the compressor had 'gone' on one unit, and that the other had a 'blockage', but he couldn't say what it was... *winks... Neither were repairable...
All of which, including my mower, fall neatly under the Dissenters Will Be Dealt With column, and will have earned Balliram kudos among his colleagues... Small wonder then that he was still celebrating after 2am the night before last... *grins..
LATER at 6am..
I've just staggered up the top to find there's the ubiquitous orange safety netting surrounding the access hole to the cabling that's just below the Harris Crescent Stop Street onto Jan Smuts.. If you recall I'd said that once the cherry-picker had finished adjusting the streetlight feeding Carol's ex-home at No. 734 Jan Smuts Highway, I'd watched them arrive to continue working down that access hole... It appears there are now more adjustments to be made, despite the steady drizzle..*interested...
Anyone have a clue what the occupancy rate is for those three apartment blocks just across the Freeway? I've blogged them often enough, and how a tenant could lean out of the windows of the block nearest Barnard Road and touch the cellmast that's so poorly disguised as a tree.. I'm betting they're still pretty much empty, right? Anyone care to check whether Mr. Dawood's Roseanne cc. was involved in those monstrosities as well? Is/Are there a flood of tenants anticipated any time soon? *baffled...
Friday 18th November at 3.50am
I've spoken often enough of the Last Call chirrup that Balliram gives with his remote each time I settle down on Cloud 9 for the night.. You'd be forgiven for thinking he was signing out of ours after a long day's eavesdropping, but of course that's not the case at all...
Whether that single furtive chirrup at my bedtime lessens his listening options in the rest of our house and concentrates them all into my bedroom, is unknown, but inevitably my Christmas Beetle Chorus rises to an amazingly high pitched whine at the time...
Missus Balliram will of course nowadays insist that it's none of her business where her husband goes when it's on a work-related quest, poor thing, but she's no slacker in the grey matter department and will have figured it out for herself a long time ago.... Frankly I see theirs as a repeat of Glen Nayager's relationship with his second wife, and I'm sad to say there's not much happiness on the cards for the Merc. Finance Manager...
Not that the Chicken King would ever dream of threatening Missus C with a firearm, as the convicted Sex Pest did to his fellow police officer/unfortunate wife...
You'd forgotten that incident already? How Missus Nayager had been reduced to laying a charge against the ex-Head of Sydenham Station, and he'd been forced to hand in his police weapon, only to arrive at Dodge City the next morning and sign himself out a new firearm?
In their No Rules Apply concept of life, Balliram and Nayager are in fact peas in a pod... *gags...
I'd completely forgotten that One-Eyed Jack's second wife was herself a police officer, but was reminded yesterday, and told that she's employed at Commissioner Ngobeni's offices..*bolt-eyed... Apparently the disgraced ex-cop is now whining to anyone that is foolish enough to listen, that his predicament is due to his wife's position and the fact that she has Mamunye's ear...*chokes...
Can you connect the dots?
It wasn't long ago that Commissioner Ngobeni made the front pages of the Press for accepting funding to throw her husband a lavish birthday party.. A great song and dance had been made of the matter at the time, and Ngobeni's integrity had been severely compromised...
Despite your avid willingness to believe that all Ruling Party-appointed officials are corrupt, can I persuade you to believe that in the case of Comm. Ngobeni's husband's birthday bash, she had been setup from the get-go?
The question is whether Ngobeni can recall exactly who it was that approached her with this initial offer in the first place, and who seconded the idea as being perfectly above-board? Those people will have ties to both Barnabas and Nayager, and will have been tasked to sell the birthday party idea to the Commissioner with a view to having this lapse added to her Leverage file.
Once you realise that she is being targeted specifically for her support of the sexually-harrassed police officers and Nayager's subsequent dismissal from the Force, it will hopefully start to make sense... It's highly unlikely she realises the extent to which she's being monitored these days, and that pretty much every office she visits will be Voiced, every call that she makes or takes (landline or cellphone), and every letter she receives and writes, will be available to the convicted Sex Offender and his hand-picked monitors... Where is Constable Masuku these days? Shhh... *winks...
Every conversation she has in her home will be enhanced and relayed to a Listener nearby, in the hopes that her image may be further tarnished, and that ultimately she will lose her position...
I'd had reason to call Augustine on some other matter at the time, and had been more than a little startled to find that the Commissioner had called him in for his advice...
Can Mamunye recall who had suggested this route? For it appears that involving Mngomezulu would give Nayager what he so dearly craves - Killing two birds with one stone...
A suggestion has now been made that Attorney Nepaul will be able to prove that Nayagers dismissal is due to a conspiracy between the Commissioner and Nayager's horribly wronged wife... The ongoing re-trial took place this week at the Elangeni Hotel FFS, and the outcome is that the case will be resumed in January.. Time enough to figure out how to 'lose' the damning evidence held by the Prosecution? Time to attempt to set-up more of the bit-players involved in the trial? But of course my dear Watson...
This week's proceedings were made off-limits to the public, and that alone should have you smelling a rat.. Add to that Nayager's uncharacteristic silence when approached by the Press for a comment afterwards, and you have some seriously shady under-the-counter operations taking place... Was the Hotel venue chosen at the last minute by Mamunye's team, in the hopes that there wouldn't be time to rig up the audio-monitoring devices? A hope that was doomed to fail, as the very minute that room was booked, Barnabas' Project techs would have been swarming about checking and re-checking that it's power supply was isolated from the rest of the Hotel, and easily accessible to his Eavesdroppers...
While I'm thrilled to hear that Nayager's wife is still bent on obtaining some form of justice, it's hoped that the Pig let slip to her, prior to the shit hitting the fan, of the astonishingly advanced invasiveness of the monitoring technology, and that here in Ethekwini it is owned and controlled first and foremost by a Druglord...
Whether it makes any difference at this point or not, I would reiterate that I NEVER at any stage fancied the Women Abusing Pig, despite anything I may have said in my efforts to establish that he was behind Balliram's monitoring exercise... I was simply too good at the role I was playing, and boy, did that come back to bite me! *roffels...
It was as little as two years back that the Reservist gave me cause to realise that many still continued to believe that I'd developed an old-woman's crush on Tweedledumb, and that's pretty understandable when I think back to my simpering, fan-waving behaviour.. No my dears - The sad fact of the matter is that the last real crush I had on any of the male species turned out to be a faceless 27 year-old on IRC chat, and to this day it's a toss-up who was the more grossed-out by that astonishing silliness...
The recipient of my stupidity, or myself, when I'd finally discovered that the object of my affection was no more than a child... *rolls on the ground... Did I subsequently merely transfer my misplaced admiration to Glen Nayager? 'Fraid not folks... *chokes... While he may once have been to the second Missus Nayager's taste, his pompous self-importance and incomprehensible manner of speech held no charm for me at all...
You'll surely recall that it was young Zaphod's disembodied IRC speech that had enchanted me in the first place, making it even more unlikely that Nayager's personal speech defects would please me in any way... Many of you will think that I protest too much, and that's your perogative.. Whatever. I deserved a bloody Oscar for that ongoing performance, and instead I dug myself a hole.. Go figure... *grins...
The fact remains that whether the idea appalls her or not, I am firmly on the betrayed Missus Nayager's Team, and if there is any way I can assist them at all, I'd be delighted to oblige...
Chances are high that by the time January comes round Attorney Nepaul will have acquired by fair means or foul, the 'proof' he needs to have this Filth re-instated to SAPS..
I therefore would like to volunteer to work shifts with Missus Nayager to protect the Commissioner from further attempts to bring her into disrepute before Nayager's re-trial is resumed... My offer is a serious one, and I hope it doesn't simply reduce you to rolling on the ground, convulsed with mirth... Peace..
---oOo---
Friday 18th November 2011 ast 9.18am..
Thursday, November 17, 2011
LOOKING FOR TROUBLE...
(Wednesday 16th November at 3.50am...)
If pushed, I'd have to concede that it's the lesser of the two evils, and I was relieved when the Broken Wrists frequency turned out to be the tool of choice used by Balliram to join us in the lounge last night.. Though Millie's hated BackFire was present throughout, it was kept in the background, and I was only given cause to curse once during the entire evening..*applauds feebly...
The GameWrecker had gone off to the airport to pick up the kids when I'd booted up around 5pm, with no expectations.. The WAN miniport connection attempting window bobbed up and I shrugged and was going to shut down, when I was graciously granted a connection..*blinks...
The No Link Between thread had been revived over at mybroadband and Karl Muller's post, made partly for his own insurance, popped up so I had another go at reading it and this time I gottit...
Funny how often pictures just won't appear in my head and I may as well be reading a foreign tongue, but I guess it was the garden scenario that finally got the old tumblers clicking into place at last.. If you'd been a fly on the wall you may even have seen my eyes bulging slightly as I digested the tale of vodacom's skullduggery... *grins..
In the light of that delicious story, handing so much power to the likes of Barnabas and his equally crooked counterparts with regards the Wireless experiment begins to make much more sense, and was no doubt regarded by the telecom's giants as merely expedient....
I'd been lying awake considering a visit to the loo, when at 2.45am, without any warning, the Ache to the Hip struck and travelled right down to my shin.. I clucked once as loudly as I dared without waking the GW and it disappeared and didn't return.. As much as I try to tell myself that it's just some random signal that's being picked up by the DSTV dish directly above me on the roof, I know it's not, and that it's my Controller skulking about on his rounds..
Sitting here now in the corner of the lounge next to the computer, I pinch my nose and blow hard to try and get rid of the thick pressure in my ears, but it doesn't improve at all.. OTOH, there's not so much as a flicker of BackFire, and my Broken Hands are working just fine... I've little doubt that caution is being displayed while the Aviator is in the house, and that the situation will go back to pear-shaped once they leave later in the day.. *yawns...
LATER at 4.45am
It's light outside already and on going through to the kitchen I hit first one pocket of BackFire and then another, and realised the truce was imagined....
The whole thing is such a mass of contradictions that my head is as scrambled now as it ever was.. My blogs will confirm that I knew already, long before the welcome arrival of the Rocket Scientist, that this Wireless Experiment was going to do a lot of people some serious mischief.. My howls were brushed aside as mere loonytoons and it's true that I pretty much haven't a clue what I'm talking about when it comes to the technology, only that I'm 100% certain it's harmful in the extreme...
I must go put the trash out..
LATER at 5.50am
Done. What exactly would Spence do were he to be contacted by the Educator and asked to verify my claims that Telkom have partnered with Munis and assorted Scumbags across the land to run the magnificent wireless/fibre over powerlines experiment? Deny? Deny? Deny?
That I suspect Voicing homes and the ability to eavesdrop on the most private of conversations satisfactorily, requires the use of hugely increased amounts of EMR and devastating levels of unregulated wireless frequencies, and that it is this feature that makes our Project stand out from similar experiments attempted around the world..
Ive asked before and I'll ask again.. Would young Mr. Isaacs care to divulge the source of his valuable weapons cache? Did he genuinely stumble upon the archived results of experiments using specific radio frequencies on humans, or were they handed to him? Reading Karl Muller's latest posts on the No Link Between thread, I would have to go with the latter, and suggest that those records were given to other Controllers as well..*nauseated...
How to deal with your enemies over the powerlines, without a scrap of evidence left behind? That's about it hey Rezah? A neat little time-bomb that used judiciously could make you a very wealthy man?
LATER at 10.10am
Assorted vehicles have been in and out of the horse-yard for a few days, as Mr. Dawood shoves his development into second gear, despite the formal objections from the Community... Oh, hang on! Those documents never reached their destination as some Secretary at the Municipality carefully saw to it that the Objectors were given the incorrect postal address for said objections..*winks..
A simple enough error to make, and one with which the Ethekwini staff will be more than familiar, ain't that a fact Herr Sutcliffe? After all, when Mo Shaik promised his community the earth in return for their support of the Wireless Project, he meant literally any earth they fancied... One thing's for sure.. Mr. Dawood will be able to advertise his apartments as having an amazing phone and internet signal, and these days there's little else that matters... *beams...
He'll have to play down the fact that more than a few of his tenants will begin to experience blinding headaches, 'tinnitus', and crippling joint pains, or has Barnabas assured the Roseanne cc. that the teething problems are behind them, and that the Standard International Guidelines for mast emissions are being strictly adhered to these days? *falls over choking....
How many will succumb to the increased EMR and unregulated frequencies once they wire up those flats and our Balliram goes blundering in via their powerlines? (And FFS don't tell me he won't..)
The landlord? Will he care? Man, as long as the tenants pay their rental on the button, he could care less about the health hazards of living a stone's throw from a mast..
By the way, the couple of toads that found their way into my garden last month seem to have disappeared again and left no spawn behind them in the hadeda pool.. In fact it's been dead quiet, despite the good rains last week... A couple of crazy bees put in their first appearance on the bird tray this morning, but have since left for parts unknown....
The little park just up the road and opposite my ex-Treasurer's home, is now being used as a storage facility for what she was told is fibre-optic cabling.. More trenches FFS? More random powercuts as the Elite acquire additional technology?
If you would take the time to search for and read Karl Muller's posts you might come to realise that astonishingly, you CAN have too much of a good thing..*sighs..
In a predictably short space of time after the GW left to take the kids back up to the Midlands, I found the levels of BackFire had rocketed .. Do I know this BullyBoy well or not? Partying noisily for the benefit of his unfortunate neighbours to the south, until after 2am yesterday morning? And why not indeed? After all, you'd do well to remember that no-one is the Boss of this unfortunate individual... *chokes....
LATER at 5.30pm
At some stage today a digger trundled in to the area beyond the gumtrees and has made a start on gouging up the grassland.. Though it's been on the cards for quite some time, I get the impression this sudden burst of speed is for a reason? Could it be the young Councillor's enquiries into the protocol surrounding this dubious deal, and exactly who it was that dealt with the Roseann ccs purchase of the parkland in the first place, that has led to this sudden flurry of activity today?
Why has Maggie Govender been let go quite so swiftly? I smell a rat, I surely do.. That lady could I'm guessing, spill the beans bigtime on many of her colleagues, despite that her own Leverage file will be a hefty one by now.. Tidying up loose ends there, Dr. Sutcliffe? You betcha... *gags....
I kick-started the PC at around 5pm but only actually sat down once our Controller had decided to allow us a connection, and for gmail to load.. In less than a minute I'd developed a really fierce headache, and I remarked aloud on the upgrade and the fact that I'd be blogging it.. It vanished as quickly as it had arrived... *eyeroll...
I'd walked into the lounge after my bath to find a window on the telly screen headed Announcement, which said that our DSTV Smart Card had expired and we were to swop it for a new one before the 30th November 2011. Izzat so? Something new?
Will a new smartcard lead to further inexplicable problems with our set? More of the screen smacked to black and picture too big for the screen? *fascinated....
Thursday 17th November at 3.55am
Morning... Seems it's one of the many occasions I have to admit to an error... *sighs... I'd lain there declining to leave my cosy nest, until he lost patience and threatened me with the Ache to the Hips, at which point I got the message and got up...
Clearly the Wireless Buzzing isn't in any way harmful after all, as he has it literally pouring out at maximum levels in the mist and rain this morning....
I went and stood next to the GW's sleeping form and allowed the familiar sound to wash over me through the open window, and I had to concede that even a deranged Thug of his stature wouldn't employ anything that could backfire on his own family... So once again, my bad....
Ten minutes later and I went through to the loo to find the Signal Station next door had fallen eerily silent, and I wondered why he'd shut it off if it's now a necessary aspect of the Home Invasion Scheme, but hey - ours not to wonder why....
Peace..
---oOo---
Thursday 17th November 2011 at 7.49pm.
(Wednesday 16th November at 3.50am...)
If pushed, I'd have to concede that it's the lesser of the two evils, and I was relieved when the Broken Wrists frequency turned out to be the tool of choice used by Balliram to join us in the lounge last night.. Though Millie's hated BackFire was present throughout, it was kept in the background, and I was only given cause to curse once during the entire evening..*applauds feebly...
The GameWrecker had gone off to the airport to pick up the kids when I'd booted up around 5pm, with no expectations.. The WAN miniport connection attempting window bobbed up and I shrugged and was going to shut down, when I was graciously granted a connection..*blinks...
The No Link Between thread had been revived over at mybroadband and Karl Muller's post, made partly for his own insurance, popped up so I had another go at reading it and this time I gottit...
Funny how often pictures just won't appear in my head and I may as well be reading a foreign tongue, but I guess it was the garden scenario that finally got the old tumblers clicking into place at last.. If you'd been a fly on the wall you may even have seen my eyes bulging slightly as I digested the tale of vodacom's skullduggery... *grins..
In the light of that delicious story, handing so much power to the likes of Barnabas and his equally crooked counterparts with regards the Wireless experiment begins to make much more sense, and was no doubt regarded by the telecom's giants as merely expedient....
I'd been lying awake considering a visit to the loo, when at 2.45am, without any warning, the Ache to the Hip struck and travelled right down to my shin.. I clucked once as loudly as I dared without waking the GW and it disappeared and didn't return.. As much as I try to tell myself that it's just some random signal that's being picked up by the DSTV dish directly above me on the roof, I know it's not, and that it's my Controller skulking about on his rounds..
Sitting here now in the corner of the lounge next to the computer, I pinch my nose and blow hard to try and get rid of the thick pressure in my ears, but it doesn't improve at all.. OTOH, there's not so much as a flicker of BackFire, and my Broken Hands are working just fine... I've little doubt that caution is being displayed while the Aviator is in the house, and that the situation will go back to pear-shaped once they leave later in the day.. *yawns...
LATER at 4.45am
It's light outside already and on going through to the kitchen I hit first one pocket of BackFire and then another, and realised the truce was imagined....
The whole thing is such a mass of contradictions that my head is as scrambled now as it ever was.. My blogs will confirm that I knew already, long before the welcome arrival of the Rocket Scientist, that this Wireless Experiment was going to do a lot of people some serious mischief.. My howls were brushed aside as mere loonytoons and it's true that I pretty much haven't a clue what I'm talking about when it comes to the technology, only that I'm 100% certain it's harmful in the extreme...
I must go put the trash out..
LATER at 5.50am
Done. What exactly would Spence do were he to be contacted by the Educator and asked to verify my claims that Telkom have partnered with Munis and assorted Scumbags across the land to run the magnificent wireless/fibre over powerlines experiment? Deny? Deny? Deny?
That I suspect Voicing homes and the ability to eavesdrop on the most private of conversations satisfactorily, requires the use of hugely increased amounts of EMR and devastating levels of unregulated wireless frequencies, and that it is this feature that makes our Project stand out from similar experiments attempted around the world..
Ive asked before and I'll ask again.. Would young Mr. Isaacs care to divulge the source of his valuable weapons cache? Did he genuinely stumble upon the archived results of experiments using specific radio frequencies on humans, or were they handed to him? Reading Karl Muller's latest posts on the No Link Between thread, I would have to go with the latter, and suggest that those records were given to other Controllers as well..*nauseated...
How to deal with your enemies over the powerlines, without a scrap of evidence left behind? That's about it hey Rezah? A neat little time-bomb that used judiciously could make you a very wealthy man?
LATER at 10.10am
Assorted vehicles have been in and out of the horse-yard for a few days, as Mr. Dawood shoves his development into second gear, despite the formal objections from the Community... Oh, hang on! Those documents never reached their destination as some Secretary at the Municipality carefully saw to it that the Objectors were given the incorrect postal address for said objections..*winks..
A simple enough error to make, and one with which the Ethekwini staff will be more than familiar, ain't that a fact Herr Sutcliffe? After all, when Mo Shaik promised his community the earth in return for their support of the Wireless Project, he meant literally any earth they fancied... One thing's for sure.. Mr. Dawood will be able to advertise his apartments as having an amazing phone and internet signal, and these days there's little else that matters... *beams...
He'll have to play down the fact that more than a few of his tenants will begin to experience blinding headaches, 'tinnitus', and crippling joint pains, or has Barnabas assured the Roseanne cc. that the teething problems are behind them, and that the Standard International Guidelines for mast emissions are being strictly adhered to these days? *falls over choking....
How many will succumb to the increased EMR and unregulated frequencies once they wire up those flats and our Balliram goes blundering in via their powerlines? (And FFS don't tell me he won't..)
The landlord? Will he care? Man, as long as the tenants pay their rental on the button, he could care less about the health hazards of living a stone's throw from a mast..
By the way, the couple of toads that found their way into my garden last month seem to have disappeared again and left no spawn behind them in the hadeda pool.. In fact it's been dead quiet, despite the good rains last week... A couple of crazy bees put in their first appearance on the bird tray this morning, but have since left for parts unknown....
The little park just up the road and opposite my ex-Treasurer's home, is now being used as a storage facility for what she was told is fibre-optic cabling.. More trenches FFS? More random powercuts as the Elite acquire additional technology?
If you would take the time to search for and read Karl Muller's posts you might come to realise that astonishingly, you CAN have too much of a good thing..*sighs..
In a predictably short space of time after the GW left to take the kids back up to the Midlands, I found the levels of BackFire had rocketed .. Do I know this BullyBoy well or not? Partying noisily for the benefit of his unfortunate neighbours to the south, until after 2am yesterday morning? And why not indeed? After all, you'd do well to remember that no-one is the Boss of this unfortunate individual... *chokes....
LATER at 5.30pm
At some stage today a digger trundled in to the area beyond the gumtrees and has made a start on gouging up the grassland.. Though it's been on the cards for quite some time, I get the impression this sudden burst of speed is for a reason? Could it be the young Councillor's enquiries into the protocol surrounding this dubious deal, and exactly who it was that dealt with the Roseann ccs purchase of the parkland in the first place, that has led to this sudden flurry of activity today?
Why has Maggie Govender been let go quite so swiftly? I smell a rat, I surely do.. That lady could I'm guessing, spill the beans bigtime on many of her colleagues, despite that her own Leverage file will be a hefty one by now.. Tidying up loose ends there, Dr. Sutcliffe? You betcha... *gags....
I kick-started the PC at around 5pm but only actually sat down once our Controller had decided to allow us a connection, and for gmail to load.. In less than a minute I'd developed a really fierce headache, and I remarked aloud on the upgrade and the fact that I'd be blogging it.. It vanished as quickly as it had arrived... *eyeroll...
I'd walked into the lounge after my bath to find a window on the telly screen headed Announcement, which said that our DSTV Smart Card had expired and we were to swop it for a new one before the 30th November 2011. Izzat so? Something new?
Will a new smartcard lead to further inexplicable problems with our set? More of the screen smacked to black and picture too big for the screen? *fascinated....
Thursday 17th November at 3.55am
Morning... Seems it's one of the many occasions I have to admit to an error... *sighs... I'd lain there declining to leave my cosy nest, until he lost patience and threatened me with the Ache to the Hips, at which point I got the message and got up...
Clearly the Wireless Buzzing isn't in any way harmful after all, as he has it literally pouring out at maximum levels in the mist and rain this morning....
I went and stood next to the GW's sleeping form and allowed the familiar sound to wash over me through the open window, and I had to concede that even a deranged Thug of his stature wouldn't employ anything that could backfire on his own family... So once again, my bad....
Ten minutes later and I went through to the loo to find the Signal Station next door had fallen eerily silent, and I wondered why he'd shut it off if it's now a necessary aspect of the Home Invasion Scheme, but hey - ours not to wonder why....
Peace..
---oOo---
Thursday 17th November 2011 at 7.49pm.
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