THE POWER TRIP...
(begun Wednesday 11th January at 11.30am..)
*What you faffing about there, Balliram? Nervous? You waited, and I'm delivering so STFU and sit still for a change...*
That shiny new copper wire that Raw Power had hung to replace our nicked cabling back in July was finally removed at 2.50am this morning...
Sue the Book and her kid were still awake at that god-forsaken hour and both had heard the hiss and then seen the brilliant white flash as Balliram's contractor had cut the cable... They'd briefly hoped to see a charred body but alas, those blokes know what they're doing, so she'd called SAPS Sydenham instead...
Eventually they'd given up waiting for the Force to pitch, and had gone to bed and slept... *shrugs..
I'd only realised the power was off when I'd noticed the fans had stopped, but I'd gotten up and cooked the dog's livers on the Cadac anyways.. We'd had the usual small power dips last night, but clearly the floods of unregulated frequencies he's been pouring into our homes lately have done nothing to sate his sick appetite...
This particular 'theft' only affects us, B.Snr., and Lionel down at No. 2.. You can't count the Special Operative, as I'm betting he's got his mod cons running as usual...
Being as how it was Wednesday I'd stood at the gates at 8am chatting to B.Snr, and he'd filled me in on Balliram's latest achievement...
Missus B.Snr is now wearing a bandage to try and support the agony in her knee, and her lower abdomen is still giving her hell, and she'd already left to go to the doctor...
It's probably pointless telling you that I've just had a chat to Sue the Book, and that she too says the pain in her knee and in the ovary area is pretty unbearable.. Some twenty years age difference between the two of them, and yet both are displaying identical symptoms...
Hey, you guys carry on sniggering behind your hands at this horrorshow, and what you like to tell yourselves is no more than our collective imaginitive hysteria, why don't you...*snarls...
LATER at 12.32pm
I'd eventually succumbed and sent a text to Spence to say the copper line had been nicked, but how hard is it for our Controller to redirect or block that number? With one filthy paw behind him, is how simple it is hey Jannie?
Later in the morning I'd even called Raw Power and vented to the unfortunate long-suffering receptionist.. And now, as I scribble here, there are two pleasant guys slaving away in the blazing midday heat up their ladders, to replace the nicked copper cable with - wait for it- more tempting shiny copper cabling..*chokes... I didn't miss the irony of one of the young men being kitted out in a vodacom T-shirt either.... *winks..
I've just called the nice lady to thank her for pretty much achieving a miracle.. (though of course we're still a long way off having our power restored..) and she'd said they'd had a legitimate callout to ours shortly after my first call to her..*blinks.. Ahhh, the usefulness of the monitored phone lines, hey Balliram? *spits...
Now there's no way I'll ever know if our Al got my text and dealt with the problem, or whether our Controller made a hasty call to Sewsunker at Springfield Depot and told him to bump the job up the list for appearance sake... I find I couldn't really care less either way, as the goonda next door will likely have the new cable cut again very shortly...
No stocks of the insulated single line we were promised Al? Sure, only by one of your amused wekkers, but still.... Or your orders were to keep replacing it with the highly desirable shiny copper? See, I'm forced to question why, if cable theft is costing the country millions, you'd continue using this so attractive medium on a stretch of road that already has a 'highly technical computerised anti-cable theft system' operating on the poles, which for some inexplicable reason ain't working.. *grins..
If you were indeed to insist that there was none of the less-attractive-to-thieves insulated cabling available, I'd have to call you a Liar, and I'd have to say that despite your fantabulously grand title, you're forced to do as you're told by a sadistic Rubbish who purports to be a Special Agent with our *chokes* Intelligence Agency..
That's pretty darned depressing for starters, though your inflated salary must go a ways to cushioning your embarrassment?
Hell, six years ago you found our plight hilarious, but I have to wonder now whether it's finally sinking in, and whether you still shrug off the agonies I report that I and my friends endure, quite so easily...
Why would you think Collin P. Balliram was any better class of creature than his erswhile vile colleague, Glen Nayager, FFS? A subsequently convicted Sex Pest given access to homes and businesses across the Zone via the powerlines, never mind access to the phonelines... *spews...
You owe us way more than an oops at this point, but I guess your cojones are tucked firmly up under your navel right now..
WTF is stopping you from crossing the bloody floor? What are you so afraid of? If Karl Muller is prepared to fly solo in the face of the telecom's giants, what's your excuse? You're too young to die? Geez Louise! So is Sue the Book, and she most certainly did nothing to warrant what's being done to her so systematically...
Besides, compared to the means the Sadist is using, a bullet would be a bloody mercy-killing and I kid you not... For just one of you chicken-livered cowards to submit to the same battering we're taking, would be enough to convince you of our appalling situation, but that ain't gonna happen....
So Al - It's too late to pull out? They'd track you to the ends of the earth? Why is it that even with my florid imagination I'm able to see these criminals as nothing more than oxygen-thieves and thugs, whereas you appear terrified of them?
Listen Al - if you're content to continue your murderous spree by continuing to hand power circuits over to criminals to operate, that's your lucrative perogative.. The thing is that there's absolutely no way you can claim ignorance of what's happening as a direct result of your compliance with the devil... Barnabas would be right to reassure you that there's no way any one among you will ever be brought to book for the technological war crimes being committed across the country in the name of this fabulous Wireless Project.. And besides, just maybe what passed for your conscience was fried off in the early years... *shrugs..
In fact, if you actually found my repeated pleas for compensation for the injustice caused to B.Snr in 2005, in any way amusing, it's proof enough that I'm talking to a brick wall here....
That was just the start of it, and you're well aware that a good many of us here are suffering the obvious effects of deliberate and continued over-exposure to the technology 24/7, and that microwave buzzing is the least of our problems....
Still funny? Your hands are tied? Bullshit! You're watched like a hawk yourself, just in case?
Having every aspect of my life monitored and controlled for over six years hasn't shut me up Mr. Spence, and I guess if you still want to put it down to stupidity you're welcome to do so... I'd still like to go to both Nathie Mthethwa's home and Comm. Ngobeni's home to attempt to show them how their private conversations are being monitored.. Something you're well aware would've been left out of the Sales Pitch made to them..
How people they trust and respect will be sent to entrap them one way or another..
Once I've convinced them that this is how the Wireless Project was designed to operate, I'll try and persuade them to visit No. 6 and cart off the occupant? Care for a puff?
LATER at 2.50pm
They've finished working on this end and there they are, four lines of cabling running down to Balliram's pole..Three of them glinting beautifully in the sunshine for all the world to see..*snorts.. A dead giveaway that all I tell you is the truth, and that cable theft is engineered by the Project operators themselves for a variety of reasons..
Recouping losses of the enormous additional loads required to run the technology, surreptitious alterations need making or, as in our case, a 12 hour load-shed coupled with petty spite...
Sometime before 7am this morning I'd finally found a position on Cloud 9 that had eased the grinding ache in my thigh.. I half-sat, half-lay against the pillows and wonder of wonders, the pain had almost vanished completely.. Not five minutes later the GW tottered out of bed, and as he headed to the loo, all the agony flooded back to my limb as Balliram leaped to overhear whatever pearls of wisdom fell from our lips at the start of the day.... *eyeroll...
It makes no difference at all if you just don't get it.. Our Area Controller's peers will understand exactly what I'm saying and it certainly confirms that the Turd goes well beyond the call of duty with his obsessive and sadistic behaviour...Though neither shame nor conscience are of any value to those employed by the Project, I'd be interested to know just how far gone you lot are, and whether any of you actually aspire to emulate our Controller himself? A nasty thought indeed....
Thursday 12th January at 4am..
The power was finally restored at 3pm, some twelve hours after our Area Controller had chosen to send me another of his blatant goonda-style messages...*chokes.. The Contractors had spent some time up the control pole by the stopstreet, and whether the dips to our system will now cease, remains to be seen.. *winks..
Peace..
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Thursday 12 January 2012 at 4.08pm.
