Monday, February 06, 2012

WHEN GOOD WAS GOOD...
(begun Tuesday 7th February at 3.30am..)


Could the latest casualty be my ultra-sensitive hearing?  Ultra-sensitive hearing se VOET!  You know those ads. that ask if you're having difficulty hearing what people say?  That's me, ja....
It could've been gradual deterioration, or just over the last few months for all I know, but what a pleasure after all these years to find that everyday noises that would startle me silly in the past, are now nicely muffled..*grins..
Whether this loss now includes my Controller's Wirelessed 'nunu' devices, or he's at last found a frequency I can't pick up, I can't really decide, but I don't recall hearing them outside the window here, for a couple of days now.. *shrugs..

I'm amused to find that Mr. Petulant has his shorting front deck light active again.. For a Special Operative, he still rises remarkably easily to the bait... I'm betting the arsehole read my 'nervous anticipation' line yesterday and as usual, took it literally.. *snorts...
Again, the term bottom of the barrel springs to mind, and I'd have to say that there's more to monitoring than being a skillful cracker with a sadistic streak a mile wide... Not that the Strategist and his colleague Michael Barnabas would see it that way at all...
All they're looking for are IT proficient and easily-manipulated goons with a notable lack of conscience... *yawns..

Did you see the anxious disclaimer on the front page of yesterday's Daily News, Spy Bill rings Alarms? *falls over laughing...  Sure, I've asked more than once on these pages to be shown the warrant that's allowed the Creep to invade our lives, and it now appears that's an aspect of the surveillance scheme that's got the Top Dogs worried...   And ja, there are people out there like my Vice Chair who still go by the book, and who, were he to suddenly realise the extent of the invasion of his privacy, would expect to see the official documentation that's allowed such a thing to happen, hence the hasty track-covering exercise revealed in the press..
You'd have to be really short on grey matter to think I ever seriously thought that such a piece of paper existed.. After all, it was Glen Nayager and his pet Monkey Balliram that were running the show down this end.  Not the sort of thugs you'd expect to follow the letter of the Law in any shape or form, so no - last night's press revelation came as no surprise at all...

I'd been struggling to keep up as usual at last night's Sector Policing Meeting, when Balliram thought he'd amuse his cronies by suddenly and very visibly cranking up the audio-enhancing technology.. The neon-strip light on the ceiling had flickered wildly and had then brightened considerably and settled down..  Not before Millie the Gross had shrieked in dismay, confirming that the Eavesdroppers were paying us increased attention...
You should ask yourselves why, with all the genuine corruption that infests every corner of this country, so much manpower and money is being thrown away on peurile exercises like this...  I'm sure you'd have to agree that residents who take the time to attend their local CPF Meetings are in general good, albeit concerned citizens...

Certainly not candidates that merit your hard-earned taxes being frittered away on their being monitored... Were Earl to trot out the 'practise makes perfect' excuse, I'd have to tell him to shove it where the sun don't shine... If, after 6 years of owning the ability to gate-crash any residence or Meeting via the powerlines at will, you still insist that your guys need to practise, maybe you should consider letting them go, and hiring somewhat sharper employees?  *teeth... Admit it.   Your stooges, including Balliram, have nothing to do with genuine intelligence gathering for the good of the country and everything to do with adding to the mischief designed to bring this country to it's knees, before Big Brother steps in to save the day...*spews..

While I've no doubt there'll be some Good officers at the wireless station on Ridge Road, who will have picked up on genuine corruption via the monitoring technology, chances are they're bewildered as to why nothing has come of their efforts...
Will they eventually see and accept how this gigantic game is being played?  That it's the personal Leverage File system that's being employed by Barnabas with such remarkable results?    Are they aware that the boring hours they put in monitoring some possible criminal, won't necessarily result in a court case or incarceration?  That it's more likely the dirt collected via the stolen information technology will be stored away in a Leverage file and used by the Druglord and his colleagues to manipulate the file owner for their own ends, at some later stage?

Blackmail on a mammoth scale, hey Janneman, and when it comes to political figures, it can be employed to stunning effect... *applauds...
The biggest joke of the lot?  That our Earl is by now in the advanced stages of the Omnipotence Disease and will consider that he can easily out-play his own PuppetMasters, should the need arise...
It appears that the Druglord's latest theatrical enterprise involves a full-on drug war.. See Page 3 of the Daily News, February 6th, Shot in front of young son.  Currently the bullets are whizzing about the Zone, to further cow the inhabitants into compliance...

One little query Earl?  If the drug war situation has really reached such dangerous levels, why aren't your guys wearing their bullet-proof vests when they're on duty?  To the casual observer, their complacence would suggest that your stooges know in advance when there's going to be gunfire exchanged, and will therefore have plenty of time to take precautionary measures... And there you pretty much have it, folks..  This is the chap you see as some sort of saviour..
A fellow that juggles and manipulates the lives of the thousands living here in the Zone, even as he did when he was no more than a low-life and fulltime Dealer, though on a far grander scale these days...
A well-dressed and outwardly respectable member of the Community who has been encouraged to believe he's some sort of god... *eyeroll..

Any of you out there who've finally seen the truth of the matter but have decided that you don't care?  You should, as it could be one of your family members lying in a hospital bed tomorrow, with symptoms that baffle the medical fraternity..
Did I tell you the conclusion reached by my Vice Chair's doctors as he continues to lie in hospital?  That he is suffering from some sort of super viral bug... *falls on over.... A diagnosis that will no doubt be trotted out by GP's and specialists across the land, for want of a better one... He says the treatment appears to be working, and so of course it will, once he is removed from the debilitating wireless transmissions that are being flooded into his home via his own power supplies... *blinks..

As predicted, Karl Muller's brief reply to my latest mail politely ignored my reference to Ms. Dorny's nearest streetlight being involved in her trees getting fried... In an ideal world the Mast Fighter would recall reporting that streetlight as not functioning, shortly after the iBurst tower had been removed and the attack on her home began in earnest... You want to know why?  You're asking a technophobic Moron for an explanation? *chokes..
Well, okay, I'll give it a shot... See, there's both electricity and wireless feeding out from the streetlights, and I can only guess that the huge levels of wireless required to cause such damage to the trees would be more easily obtained if the power was shut down first, and only the concentrated wireless transmissions were employed...

How'm I doing Al old son?  Am I still stumbling about getting it all hilariously wrong, to the delight of you and your cronies?  Did you know in advance that this magical technology would be employed in this fashion?  You certainly did in our case, when you obligingly handed our circuits over to the crooked Sydenham Station Commander and his IT Monkey Balliram to operate... May I bet that by now you've managed to tell yourself that none of the guilt is yours, and that you are, like so many of your fellow officials, just following orders?  Sit tight and it'll all be worth it in the end?  Do you even remember back when good was good, and bad was bad? *interested... It's light out and I must go...

LATER at 7.05am

I recall contemplating here that I would sit back and simply allow V to hack back my shrubs drastically to enhance LOS for Balliram. It's still my perogative to change my mind... Something that appears to have displeased my landscape artiste somewhat...
I've just been up to put the blue garden refuse bags out for collection and found that most of them are only half-filled and badly split.  Those darned bags cost an arm and a leg and restricted as he is, the young man has still managed to make his point... *grins..
When he'd arrived to work on Saturday I'd marked the places I wanted him to avoid cutting, in case he 'forgot' and hacked them back anyways, and I'd told him that my jasmine was supposed to stay green all year round and not go brown and die back to within an inch of it's life...

I also told him that I'd sent off pictures of both the mulberry trees and the avo tree that appear to suffer from a mysterious disease, including black streaks, and that the Good Cop's superiors would be keen to know how the finer details of this enormous operation are being run... When I continue to insist that V is a fine young man, I mean it, despite his well rewarded extra-curricular activities, and I've no doubt that I will have relented by his next visit, and will allow him to follow the orders he's been given.. Far be it for me to deny him a few of the otherwise unattainable finer things in life...

Peace...

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Tuesday 7th February 2012 at 9.32am..