FEAR AND LOATHING..
(begun Thursday 15th March at 11.05pm)


*Jumpy, Creep?  Or merely looking for further affirmation of your genius?  Did you actually sit up when I wrote
'What if it isn't a liquid after all, that V. uses to mark specific areas around our property?  What if it's something as basic as a piece of chalk-like substance that's picked up easily by a laser or infra-red camera? in my Not Missing a Beat blog on February 28th? You bet you did...*winks... 

Once he starts mucking about with the Tight Chest Special, you may as well decide to get up and make yourself a cuppa, as I did.  *shrugs... You're gonna cough whether you smoke or not, ain't that right o Master Mine?  A dry and totally unproductive barking, which can be fairly useful at times.. Like if you've gone quiet for any length of time and he's lost track of where you are in the house? (Believe me, that doesn't happen often..) He'll get you to bark into the mike, and voila, he has your position nailed.. *grins...

The GW's rustling about quietly in the lounge as he puts the newspapers down in case of 'accidents', but otherwise you can hear a pin drop it's so thick and quiet... Not a 'nunu' so much as stirs, and I guess they're feeling a little coy right now?  It seems they've gotten wind of my ongoing mission to out them, and are giving me the silent treatment as a result... *winks...

I see the Netherlands continue to fall over themselves to help with our water issues.  See the Mercury, 15th March, Page 6, Foreign Funding for Waterworks.. Was it some sort of lotto held between first-world countries, and they drew the short straw?  You'll notice Japan are keen to assist as well.. Form an orderly queue there guys, and you'll have us all wired and gasping in no time at all...
 Stupid old cow that I am, for ever thinking we might be ahead of the pack, when countries like the UK have been wired for yonks...

The toothy little bantam cock has decided to try the 'attack is the best form of defence' route, and has set about intimidating those he sees as the most vulnerable.. Check out the Mercury 15th March, Page 3, Sutcliffe vows to sue, left, right and centre..  Not content with the billions he and his son Warren have made off with already, he's going after another 8 million... *rising gorge at the greedy bastard.....
His stolen dirt is worth more than YOUR stolen dirt?  Hey, that's basically what this battle's all about.. Whether the Leverage files he has access to, contain sufficiently incriminating evidence to silence his accusers... *yawns...
If only I could convince you that neither I nor, I'd wager, the average man in the street, no longer give a rat's arse for the nepotism and corruption you've indulged in, when it comes to nailing Herr Doktor Sutcliffe once and for all..
We'll be happy to overlook your transgressions just so long as you give us what you've got on that little creep, no matter how smutty it is...

The claims in the press that criminal charges will be laid at his door have made it that much harder for him to get another job? *chokes...  Dear heavens, Mikey!  I would suggest that it's the stories doing the rounds on your private life, that might just give a prospective employer pause for thought, and not so much your many other corrupt practises...
Man, I blogged that salacious titbit years back, and I'm still having it confirmed today, from different quarters.. Your private life is private?  You're joking me, right?  Do you actually see the irony, little man?
You've spent years running this City into the ground and encouraging the corruption to flourish about you, while you kept careful records of all the misdeeds, for possible use at a later date...
Is that now Allen Spence's theme tune I hear you singing in that trembly squawk, Herr Doktor?  The 'Just Doing my Job Blues?'

You'd have known from day one that this section here in Sherwood was to be the trial area for the Wireless surveillance project.. You'd have supported the wireless/fibre over the powerlines system with glee.. The violation of our right to privacy by a Druglord and his two criminal henchmen didn't phase you in the least bit.  The fact that every last cough, fart and whisper made in these homes was relayed back to avid listeners, would've amused you no end...
I vote that you now afford us the same delights regarding your own so-called private life, starting with why the wife called it a day and walked out on you in disgust... Yeah - Disgust, Mikey...  You've subsequently shared some of the loot with her, so there's no chance she'll shop you, and you bought Warren off a long time ago...?
I guess the Suckers you've bled dry over the years are sick of hearing about tender-rigging and fraud and corruption at City Hall, and they'd much rather enjoy a good old scandal, so let's have it?  *waits... Tsk, where's that darned whistleblower when I need him/her?
Right, I'm back off to Cloud 9 and the Sacrificial Altar, to be further cooked on high by another seriously deranged megalomaniac who, like you, would have us believe he's just doing his job...*snorts..

Friday 16th March at 5.45am..

It was barely light when I finally surfaced around twenty minutes ago, and yet I could hear the sound of outdoor sweeping over at the Chickencoop.. An unusually early start for No. 25, or a sleepover for Patrick? *interested... I use the term sleepover loosely, for there's a chance that he was a fairly busy lad once I'd been allowed to finally pass out?   Tippy-toeing about, removing any possible traces of V's dedication to duty and reward?  *grins...

LATER at 9.10am

My Master is sticking close to home this morning, and the doef-doef of his sound system carried faintly from der Bunker, as I wielded the long-handled broom out on the front bedroom window-sills a short while ago...  I came in once I'd finished and fetched the camera to take a couple of daylight shots of the brickwork on the verandah..
Something that I was totally unsurprised to find, he'd been anticipating impatiently, as at that precise moment, he gave a swift single 'woop!' on his newer remote, to enhance his audio/listening pleasure.. *falls over laughing...
Did his designated Wall-Jumper carry a neat bit of gadgetry that easily revealed V's efforts that are dotted about our yard?  Efforts that either Patrick or an equally agile colleague had orders to hastily defile, on the off-chance the old bitch had stumbled across them? *snorting with mirth....

Were I to be fortunate enough to fall over whatever it is that creates the reflected sound of man-made crickets/grasshoppers, designed to boost my Controller's audio/visual monitoring, WTF would I do?  Call SITA and have them send out a tech to investigate?  Phone Pretoria and arrange for an NIA Agent to collect the evidence?  I guess I'd go with the latter, as it would be easier to achieve, being as how every other youngster in the Zone now has NIA clearance... *collapses...
Seriously?  I'd keep my pictures to include as part of the classes I could run to educate those deemed unworthy of being a part of the Wireless Surveillance project.. It's quite possible that a great many of the Chosen who enjoy frequenting their local WUGS and who've added more than a few 'special' outdoor lights to their outside walls to assist in boosting the wireless signal, have little idea of the existence of the sophisticated technology tucked into the streetlight cowlings, or the means used to enhance your Monitors eavesdropping that are now dotted all over your property..

Even if the Strategist had admitted such devices do exist, he will have laughingly shrugged off the possibility that there are sufficient Controllers to monitor those minute cameras... He will have strenuously denied just how simple it's been to employ the terror tactics across the country by setting up crimes that fully utilise those hidden devices to the benefit of the criminals......  Punch in a suburb, and the code of the pole you require to activate, and bingo, you have the perfect view of the Mark's home, via satellite....
Call your hireling on his cellphone and he and his cohorts can be ready to pounce when given the order.
Are the Chosen automatically made aware of these aspects of the Project that, despite their willingness to assist, may be used against them at any given point?

While it's an easy matter to see those devices when they're active during daylight hours HERE, I defy you to pick them out once the main bulb in the cowlings is switched on after dark.. How would you know if it was YOUR address that was pulled out of the hat to send a message of fear to the community?  You're a wugger on the local Network and are therefore exempt from such mischief? You think?  *eyeroll...

A non-descript silver car with a GP registration plate pulled out of the Chickencoop at a fairly early hour this morning, leaving Balliram's Beemer sitting on the driveway.  By yesterday his rear number plate was still absent, and I guess it's safe to assume that it's one of the perks that comes with the awe-inspiring NIA clearance?  One set of rules/laws for them, and another for the Suckers they control?
Did young hal and the wizard allow their heads to be turned by their somewhat upgraded status?  Do they regard Simpletons like myself with a fear and loathing that borders on hatred, as those skilled in the arts of IT are encouraged to do from an early age?  Are we simply regarded as unavoidable collateral as we drop like flies across the country?
Read my wrinkled lips dudes, and say after me - BRAINWASHED...

Does the Sadist consider I missed the fact that I was deliberately kept from sleep for several hours last night, to ensure that once I finally hit the sack I was less likely to surface and catch his hireling as he crept about his business? It was actually the little dogs unusual restlessness that had me questioning my own inability to nod off, long after I'd initially put my light out..
Will I be rewarded for my efforts at keeping up, and no, I don't mean with the painful donkey-kick on my hip or the eye-watering levels of BackFire that the Knob employs so freely today..*spews...
Peace..

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Friday 16th March 2012 at 1.12pm