GREEN ABOUT THE GILLS..
(begun Sunday 19th February at 4.30am..)

*A couple of hasty chirrups on the remote next door, as I booted up the PC, tell me that our Controller is waiting impatiently for my latest update...*

Just who did our Area Controller contact last night, after I'd taken that call on my landline sometime before 9pm? A colleague at the Wireless Station, who controls the power supplies to Sutcliffe's apartment and that entire section of the beachfront? Or would he rather have chosen to call Earl himself? Methinks the latter will do.. *shrugs...
It went rather like this:  I'd mailed a note to Neil MacLeod that was published (albeit poorly edited) in the Independent on Saturday, yesterday.  As a direct result I had a call last night from someone who appears to be Sutcliffe's most vocal critic... Well he would be, if he hadn't said that the Press are no longer allowed to publish his letters to the Editor.. *winks..

What a mine of information he turned out to be, with just the sort of snippets I enjoy sharing with you here.. He proceeded to tell me how, not that long ago, once the Manase Report became a reality, several residents down on the beachfront had cornered the corrupt ex-City Manager and pelted him with, amongst other things, tomatos FFS!  Apparently he'd had to flee using the Fire Escape, and not long afterwards he'd moved back into his old home at Durban North.. His ex-wife Felicity had come down from Johannesburg and the two of them had probably spent a good few hours getting their cover stories to match, before he'd boarded a flight for Oz, and the relative safety of Warren's place... *grins...
You can tell that that little story is just the tip of the iceberg, and the old guy had an endless supply waiting in the wings.. The type of stuff you probably won't ever get to see printed in the Press, but that if proven, would put the Town Clerk in a Correctional Facility for some time..

Why, if he knows so much, has this toppie (who also lives in an apartment on the beachfront), been left to shoot his mouth off?  The reason became apparent early on in our conversation when I'd managed to ask him if he was aware of the Wireless Project running over the powerlines and he'd hesitated and said that he couldn't discuss that over the phone... *chokes...
OTOH, he was willing to discuss pretty much anything and everything else, and I'd still be on the phone this morning, if I'd not cut him short eventually and ended the call...
It was glaringly obvious that he's a convert to the Wireless Cause and that he believes that the Good guys have control of the airwaves, and they will pick off the Corrupt one by one.. *falls over snorting...

At some point he casually mentioned that the radiation levels down at the beachfront are so high that one of his neighbours is sick, and I've asked him to send me her name and contact number...
Fark, we all know I can't do anything to improve the unfortunate woman's lot, but at least I could call her regularly and sympathise...
My Caller clearly found the radiation levels of secondary importance to his single-minded mission in life, which is to say, sticking it to Sutcliffe... *grins...  Why would Mikey think he was safe, holed up at his son's place?  Is he unaware of just how far the telecom's industries tentacles can reach?
With strong ties to the Mafia in every country, I shouldn't be surprised to hear that our ex-City Manager has succumbed to a stroke or heart-attack in the near future...

Then again, maybe Vodafone and Telkom will do as they always promised him, and protect him to the bitter end. After all, he achieved all the goals they set him and then some, and has successfully managed to degrade this once fair city and it's surrounds, while pocketing millions...
I've no idea why my Caller seemed to think Sutcliffe would ever return here willingly, to face the music, but maybe he's got inside information on that score... I'm not holding my breath guys...  Can you imagine what would happen if he came back and began spilling the beans?  So no, either he'll get to end his days on the sands of Goa with Sifiso, or he'll be taken out like Glen Nayager was, and shut up for good... *shrugs.
Were it the latter, I guess it would be a massive wake-up call for the likes of MacLeod, Spence, and their assorted cronies... Blokes who continue to perpetuate the lies put out by their crooked ex-Boss, only they see themselves as on the Good team, and as such, as safe as houses.. *roffels... Wake up Al, old son.. You're playing a deadly game here, and your life is only worth that of the next obliging Electrical Engineer down the line..

LATER at 5.25am

My Caller had said that he and his friends have recorded all the instances of massive pollution along the beachfront, and that they send the evidence on CDs around the world. Once he'd reached the point where he'd said they're even in touch with something called the Eugene Terblanche Fan Club, in New Zealand, I pretty much lost interest... *yawns..
Will the radiation levels in that fellow's beachfront apartment have increased at any point overnight?  Will his Missus and their neighbour be decidedly green about the gills this morning? He himself appears to have retained his ThickSkin status, but after last night's call, I would bet that things could change for the worse quite soon, and that means more than just an irate Nigerian doing him a mischief...

He's the real deal alright, but he's been hoodwinked like so many of you into believing the Opposition and the Wireless Project will fix the country's problems.. Not in your lifetime, dewd....
Ms. Zille is promoting wireless installation at all Western Province schools?  For that to work effectively I'm guessing said schools will need masts erected on their playing fields?  Has she personally had a visit from Groesbeek and Gerryts, and been overwhelmed by their lofty status, tech jargon, and promises of billions, were she to play along?  Did they tell her that they have connections to the Dutch Government who are willing to assist financially?  Denel Aerostructures?  Now why do I suddenly think that these two pillars of industry have a great deal to do with the satellite that's so vital to the Information Theft technology?

You might try googling Cornelis Groesbeek - Infraco, and see what you come up with.. Good guys working to save the country?  I think not... Like I said before, all you're doing is working towards replacing one set of greedy trough-feeders with another far more dangerous breed of criminal.. While much has been made of our brothers disregard for human life and their innate brutality, would anyone care to explain the difference between that and the means now employed by van Zyl's Superiors to wrest control from the Ruling Party?  Forests of masts as far as the eye can see, and your streetlights dripping with dodgy surveillance technology that's set to shorten the lives of thousands of innocent citizens?

The telecoms industry's own Strategist a proven Liar, who trots out the glib 'mankind will simply have to adapt' crud, while so many young people who know and trust him begin to go down under the strain of the wireless technology?
Funny thing is that our Corrupt ex-City Manager had trimmed himself down drastically over the past year, and I now suspect he foresaw that he might have to do a runner in the near future, and decided he'd best get fit quickly... Is our Telecoms agent following a similar strategy? Has he cast aside his jolly Sir Frangelica persona and adopted a lean, mean, fighting machine physique, as the Rocket Scientist continues to make inroads against his credibility?  *grins...

Anyone heard from Karl Muller lately? He's okay?  If you were to sit back and allow one of only two who could possibly turn this horrorshow around, to be taken out of the picture, you and everyone else in this country would be screwed royally....
The guy loves his technology even more than I do, and if you let yourselves be fooled into thinking he's anti progress, you're not quite as bright as you thought you were....

LATER at 6.50am

The more I think about Cornelis Groesbeek and Beeuwen Gerryts, the stronger the smell of the Brotherhood becomes... Big wheels, hey Janneman?  Ex-Telkom at all, or at the very least, hugger-mugger with the telecoms industry?
Have you, dear Reader, boned up on the Head of i3africa, and creator of H20 and Fibre City? What do you think? Good Team, or Seriously Rotten?  A couple of smooth-talking conmen able to persuade even the Leader of the Opposition that their way is the only way, and that the unconstitutional and inhumane wireless experiment is the only option available, to save our country from total ruin?  Moving on...

I confess I took umbrage at my Nokia brick being so brutally smacked by the low-life next door... It's main function remains it's use for sending out Sector Policing Forum Meeting reminders, and once again I have to question the reason behind this specific attack...
Laz?  Any reason why your pal Balliram went after my cellphone and rendered it inoperable?  You personally don't care for the constant exchange of texts between myself and my barely-recovered Vice Chair, but you have no say in the matter, and merely sit safely applauding the Cracker from the side-lines?  Figures *shrugs..

For all my ongoing howls of outrage, nothing has changed, and the Druglord still runs the show with impunity.. You'll get round to him and his pet Monkey soon enough?  You and whose army? *snorts...
Anyone out there still confident they can tell Good from Bad any more?  Nope? I didn't think so...
Peace..

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Sunday 19th February 2012 at 9.54am..