MONEY TO BURN...
(begun Thursday 12th January at 4.15am..)

Were the charming Missus Dawood of Jan Smuts Highway to stumble across these pages, may I say that her call last week caught me totally off-guard, and that as a result she was treated to my voiced dismay at how what could have been a wonderful and vibrant community, has been deliberately degenerated into an area filled with mischief and lies...
While I've no doubt there are many Dawoods residing here in the Zone, it occurred to me later to wonder whether my caller may just be familiar with the Roseanne cc, and the questionable deal that led to the sale of one of the few remaining green areas left in Sydenham..?

A development that is ploughing ahead despite a multitude of formal objections by the local community, to erect three unsightly apartment blocks within a few hundred yards of the existing cellmast on Barnard Road, in Mayville... Despite it's ugly disguise, the addition of several satellite dishes to this mast are clearly visible through the fake branches...
What is the purpose of this Roseanne development, and will it ultimately stand as empty as the three blocks erected right next to the mast, some two or three years earlier?  Is this latest construction designed to convey a message to the residents of the Zone that by-laws and regulations are now a thing of the past, and that promises made by the ShaikBoyz to the Islamic community will be met, regardless of the shadiness of the transactions?  *puzzled...

The GW tells me that the Crooked Town Planner was on one of his power trip walk-abouts yesterday.  This time at the Davenport Centre.. Has he already visited Buxton's Centre and strolled into the Library there, to study Sue the Book without her knowledge?  Sutcliffe is rather more than just a creepy individual who enjoys fraternizing with criminals, and I wouldn't put it past him to take a stealthy look at my friend and decide that as she's still upright and able to work, he owes her nothing... *vomits...
A truly repulsive little crook, every bit as blinded by his own power and self-importance as Glen Nayager, the convicted Sex Pest...
I'm willing to bet that Vodafone/Telkom's Behavioural Boffs have well-documented evidence of just how many of their top players have fallen prey to megalomania and lost the plot.. Both Nayager and van Zyl are proof of this, but Sutcliffe is a sharper cookie, and has somehow learned to feed his feelings of omnipotence by strolling about the wired-up communities, while no doubt regarding his fellow-shoppers as something akin to his subjects..*spews profusely... Come on Mikey, admit it...
The certainty that you could pick out any one of those innocents that pass you by and have their homes accessed via their powerlines, and their lives destroyed, is heady stuff, not so?  Guilt? Oh, spare me... You're as unfamiliar with that concept as Balliram ever was.. Another, so far gone up his own backside in the knowledge that he's backed and protected by the telecom's giants, that he considers himself the King of Ethekwini... Man, if only he knew how many other crooks have awarded themselves that dubious honour, hey Earl?  *chokes..

Friday 13th January at 1.30am

My nocturnal scribbling bothers you?  AFAIC it's just another day in Paradise..*shrugs.. The GW must have woken me when he flushed the loo, and a bloody good thing he did..
The back of my neck was caught in a vice that spread across my shoulders and down the small of my back... That's a pretty hectic level of after-hours entertainment, even for a cowardly sadist like Balliram..
If I'd not woken at that point and become aware of the battering I was taking, what does this Pig hope to achieve? More permanent damage?
Unable to take my stairs but one at a time since the first of these concentrated attacks began well before Christmas, it's not enough that I'm so visibly crippled? *snarls...

Everything about this Wireless Project shrieks cowardice, and I would guess that although any Monkey can be taught to operate the computerised technology, it's the level of savage vindictiveness that puts some of the Area Controllers head and shoulders above the rest... *blinks...

I'd achieved my solo shopping trip yesterday without too much interference from the Secret Agent. Besides, his Beemer was still on the drive when I left, and there when I'd returned.. The GW had picked me up after 10am and we'd gone down to Yirrols in Springfield for tea.  At that point I was still limping badly, but coping OK..
It would have been around about 11am when we'd headed up towards Hillcrest, and by then I'm betting that Balliram had scuttled over to the Wireless Station on Ridge Road to make up for lost time... We were still heading up the M19 when the nasty blood bubbling sensation kicked in, and my legs and feet felt they'd explode.. (This, with the Polo's aircon running on high).

It was pretty much downhill from that point on, and I eventually got the GW to drop me back home an hour or so earlier than usual.. Once the CleverDick is at the office and can access the masts along our route it makes it a fairly simple matter to step up the assaults while I'm trapped within the confines of the car..*yawns...
At this point I'll remind you that if you aren't already a part of the Inner Circle, their ain't nobody going to stand up and confirm what I've just said...
Though Balliram has always had great difficulty in keeping to the shadows, his peers at least will have grasped the concept and besides, there's no chance of ever proving my allegations, so why not allow the goonda free rein?

I was thinking idly about young Groenie Groenewald yesterday, and I'd ended up creating him an elderly widowed mum that he guiltily visits for an hour or so, every couple of months.. She still has all her marbles and is mighty proud of her policeman son...
Does he tell her what he's up to these days, in the gargantuan struggle against crime?  That he'd been re-deployed to work for the Intelligence Agency?
Hell, she'd been a cop's wife herself, and knows the rules about keeping your lip zipped, so he can pretty much tell her anything...

Does our dutiful son sit there chafing at the bit to be gone, but diligently filling in his old lady on the astounding technological weaponry that's been installed to wipe out the corrupt?  Does he tell her that in between genuine assignments he's sometimes employed to assist in providing entertainment for the Troops in the otherwise often stultifyingly boring job of monitoring the powerlines?
Was Groenie's old mum thoroughly entertained as he filled her in on how, in his brief assumed role as Head of Technical Services at St. Augustines, he'd bugged an ageing doctor's rooms, and had a delivery of local anaestehtic tampered with, in order to provide some light-hearted entertainment for his superiors and co-workers?

Did he explain to his mum that the target was a 66-year old guinea-pig who despite being 'dealt with' repeatedly, simply refuses to curl up and die?  Did he describe in detail how the foolish old Idiot had arrived to have a cancerous tumour cut out of her hip and that this event had, due to her son's skills, been relayed audio/visually back to an enraptured audience?
Did he tell her that what had been anticipated as a fairly straight-forward procedure had, to his Superior's delight, turned into a pain-fest for the Target, when the tumor was found to be much bigger than expected and of course not one of the eight ampules of local anaesthetic the GP had injected into the site had worked?
Was our Groenie's mum reduced to helpless laughter at this point, by her courageous son's narrative? Did he say that that particular recording is played regularly for new recruits in order to acquaint them with the fantastic options now available via the Wireless Surveillance Project?

We'd driven back into Sherwood at 1.20pm yesterday to find a great deal of activity taking place at the Hall/Madressa end of Harris Crescent. When we'd first headed out after 10am, the GW had remarked on the two gentlemen who'd been letting themselves into the sub-station outside 66 Rippon Crescent, and now the reason became apparent...

This time it was the turn of the unimaginatively named E S Electrical contractors HERE (Edit: subsequently told that it was the DJF Contractors, though the Induna had to turn his collar away so he could read the name on the pocket. *grins) working closely with the Muni Electricity Department HERE, to install some of the larniest overhead cabling I've ever seen...*awed... Will you check THIS out?  Plaited, (I suspect on reading a thread at mybroadband, that the correct term for this humungous cable is 'twisted pair') and at least three times thicker than the standard single-line insulated cabling, this stuff made your eyes water at the sheer thought of what it must cost...We'd pulled up alongside one of the droogs who was struggling with the weight of the cable and I'd asked if I could have some.. He'd laughed and said no, and that it was aluminium cabling..*chokes..
It'll be interesting to see just who is going to benefit from this awesome upgrade, and whether this super-costly cable will go anywhere beyond our ex-Ward Councillor's home, or not.. Will Owen Johnson's loyalty to the Wireless Project see it reaching right down to his home?  Will our Controller sulk when he's told he'll have to do without down this end, as he has all he needs to continue his assaults on the guinea-pigs nearby?

The ShaikBoyz weren't kidding with their promises to the Islamic Community, as I'd stake my life that this latest technological upgrade is a gift from the embattled rate-payers to the officials who run the newly built, and I'm told extremely orthodox mosque/madressa next to the Sherwood Hall... *applauds...
Who am I to find fault with this latest generosity?  As long as the madressa officials are aware that the entire structure will be wired to provide easy eavesdropping access to the likes of a notorious fence-straddler who works for the highest bidder, I can only wish them happiness with their newest hand-out..
I'm told that it's mainly fundementalist (sp) members of our Muslim Community that attend the new mosque, and that fact alone could have my easily bought Area Controller approached by his Yankee counterparts in the near future... *yawns...

It's now 3.10am, and the power has just gone off, as the three shiny new copper lines that were replaced after the 'theft' the day before yesterday, are once again removed... Sue the book has already called to say that they again heard the noise as it was cut, only this time Mistuh Mean included her home in the outage, and he saw to it that Sydenham SAPS responded in good time..*winks...
I guess I can safely say I've long since lost my title of Most Unpleasant Member of Society Living?

Cheers, and peace wherever you are..

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Friday 13th January 2012 at 3.45pm.