CATCHEE MONKEY...?
(begun Sunday 15th January at 12.55am)
A couple more hours of kip would've been a treat, but hey, we were brought up to make do, and make do I shall...
The top of my outer thigh is taking rather longer than usual to forget how badly it was being assaulted just twenty minutes ago, and Millie the Gross still gnashes her teeth furiously...
Godknows what keeps him at it night after bleeding night, but I'm guessing the description Psychopath isn't far off the mark at all...
When debbie had come out with that remark all those years back, along the lines of 'an individual abusing the power he's been given', I'd clung to it like a drowning rat to a straw, and had foolishly thought she'd been aware of the Wireless Project and the recruitments taking place at mybroadband...
In the cold light of day however, it's more likely she was referring to Balliram's online status, and had no inkling of the hell we were being put through, here in the Zone, by someone she'd regarded as little more than an Internet Bully... Nothing has brought home to me the futility of my quest more, than glancing at those pages of single-lined gibberish yesterday.
How could anyone in their right mind be expected to take the author of that hysteria seriously?
I've always tended to use the boy who cried wolf as a metaphor for my situation, but of course that's not right by a long shot... There've been any number of genuine wolves prowling about, and they certainly weren't figments of my imagination...
*The muted wireless song has just ceased and been replaced by the tentative squeak of a wirelessed nunu device, as the heat here at the desk goes up and up....*
Trotting out excuses for my years of mainly non-confrontational diatribes (oxymoron?) is pretty pointless at this late stage, and I've no doubt that those of you blessed with logic and commonsense would've seen a dozen other paths I could've taken, rather than shrieking mindlessly like a banshee in Outlook Express...
On the plus side, as green and thick as I was, some of my guesses weren't too shabby in the long run, and I'd have to say the fact that we had our computer zombied courtesy of Collin P. Balliram in 2003 was the truth, and that we were subsequently handed over to the GuptaBoyz and Sahara for official monitoring in the same year, was obvious from all the Norton Firewall log printouts that I shredded yesterday... *yawns..
Why didn't the GW take umbrage at this early violation of our privacy? I was using Mirc to play trivia in IRC and downloading music using Kazaa.lite, and he'd read about both of them and ascribed the mischief to that fact, rather than to a personal and dedicated effort being made by a veangeful neighbour whom I'd embarrassed online...*shrugs...
He's certainly never accepted that we'd been zombied or that we had the GuptaBoys and Gary Alexander on board.. Shame...
It wasn't long after that, in 2004, that I found myself facing the red-eyed Muni Project's Manager over our top wall, as he earnestly assured me that he avoided using computers as much as he could..
*Suddenly it's raining hard outside.. A delightful sound, as unexpected as it is...*
Clearly rubbish, as it was he himself who'd described the spaghetti installed on our streetlights as Highly Technical Computerised Anti-Theft devices.. *blinks... It's still a bloody puzzle how a fully qualified Electrical Engineer came to be consorting happily with the likes of the Curry Mob-affiliated Glen Nayager and his IT Monkey, the Cracker Balliram, though I believe that Tweedledumb and his Monkey had been recruited specifically by Michael Barnbabas, and they came with the deal...
Whether the Druglord dealt personally with Sutcliffe in matters pertaining to the Project, or whether a less dodgy intermediary was used, is unknown...
Frankly I wouldn't be surprised to find that Francesco Petruccione had met Barnabas socially on at least one occasion, if not more...
Would I be giving Jannie van Zyl more credit than he deserves, were I to suggest that he himself sat in on several Meetings with Sutcliffe and Petruccione during 2003 and 2004? As a self-confessed Strategist for the telecoms industry, our Jannie has carefully and deliberately underplayed his role in the Project from the getgo... One glimpse of the mybroadband get-together pictures and his glass eyrie perched atop a hillside was all it took this Simpleton to figure out that everyone's best mate, Sir Frangelica, was in fact a lead Player in this deadly game..
I've said it before Janneman, and here it is again - Siyabona...*waves...
The cherry on the top was the current 'what do forumites names make you think of ? thread in mybroadband's Off Topic Forum, where some wag had added jannievanzyl's nick to his list, and had simply typed tech next to it..*chokes.. A deliberate misnomer of hysterical proportions, fosho...
*It's now 2.25am and I've just taken Cola outside for a dump. The rain has stopped, and there's a fearsome rough Wireless Song filling the valley.. My Controller confirmed his dedication to duty by activating a couple of his wirelessed nunus for my benefit, as I stood there on the verandah...*
Is there really some sort of secret society along the lines of die broederbond, that have been manipulating Telkom from the shadows for decades? Despite that I'm aware it's not helpful to my case in any way to drop these wild conspiracy theories about, for some reason the idea of a brotherhood of boere keeps popping unbidden into my head...
Is Pieter Bezuidenhout still down at Roggebaai, or did he really retire, Jannie? And whose idea was it to use the likes of Agliotti and Barnabas and their counterparts across the country, to achieve maximum coverage in the minimum time? Vodafone? Is that how it was done in the UK? Did tenders go out when it came time to choose the birthplace for the Wireless Project, or was Barnabas and the Zone always to be the kick-off point, due to Mo Shaik's careful appointment as Head of Intelligence, and the fact that he's a Sydenham homie?
Was Spence told even before the Project's start-up that he'd be working closely with criminals, and that doing so was the quickest means of getting the technology to cover the area? It's remarkable how an otherwise well-educated and supposedly civilized individual could be so easily convinced to fraternise with the very dregs of society, but that's exactly what came to pass, and our Al actually found he had a taste for the lies and cruelty that go hand in hand with this Wireless Project...
Our Mr. Spence Jnr. (whose daddy coincidentally was also a Sparky with the Durban Municipality), has embraced his new role with enthusiasm... To play a prestigeous part in preventing Armageddon from taking place in South Africa, was something he'd never imagined doing in his wildest dreams...
A shame then that the role he plays in the continued torture of the original test dummies here in the Crescent, diminishes him from Hero to Criminal...
That he's now so deeply embroiled in this den of thieves that he's simply opted to settle back and make the most of it.. We all have a streak of cruelty, do we not Mistuh Spence? Some, way more than others... *shrugs..
LATER at 3.15am
Having brutally yanked me from my fitful slumbers at 1am, it appears from the repeated activation of his nearby wireless enhancer that he's very much the busy beaver, even at this hour, and the continued high level of BackFire confirms this..
Do you still persist in adding a bucketful of salt to my allegations of Balliram's murderous activities? Or have you come to accept that I've proven beyond a reasonable doubt that Collin P. Balliram is one sick puppy who has found his forte to be physically assaulting far more innocent homeowners than just we guinea pigs down here?
That the heavily-camouflaged Barnabas, who so generously set you or your kid up with a lucrative little business sometime within the last ten years, had a clear agenda, and that as a result, the fellow owns far more than just the dozens of properties dotted about the Zone.. That in fact he now owns both you and your family, and your undying support. Godhelpyou were you to try and distance yourself from this apparently mild-mannered criminal, for by now he will have had his Monkey in your power system, eavesdropping on your private conversations, in order to ascertain just how loyal you really are..
Frankly he could care less about the health risks that go hand in hand with the Information Theft technology.
Enjoy the laptops and the smartphones and even the little second-hand cars that your Benefactor sees to it you receive, and if you bow and scrape deeply enough, and do as you're told, odds are that he'll miss the beads of sweat on your brow, and the inner-turmoil that's driving you nuts... Better men and women than you have fallen for this gigantic scam, and you're not alone in being rooted to the spot by fear... *shrugs..
My VC insists on saying that I'm the only person he really trusts, and I suspect that this statement, overheard on more than one occasion by our BigEars, has worked like a red flag to a bull... Well, not so much bull as mule... *winks..
Undermine his trust with carefully made mischief, and you'll be suitably rewarded? I'm as much in awe of her skills today as I ever was.. If the standard method of entrapment has been seen as a no-go, I guess it didn't take too long to figure out a work-around? Softly, softly, catchee Monkey?
Peace..
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Monday 16th January 2012 at 2.31pm.
