SHAKY GROUND..
(begun Wednesday 7th March at 3.50am..)

*Mischief as lame as ever, as I start typing here...I can actually watch the harddrive as it's blocked...*

Can you use the words numb and burning together?  That's the second morning in a row I've woken to experience that delight on two fingers and my thumb, only yesterday, the rest of me was crippled as well, while today he's managed to stop short at my hand.. *shrugs...
Lately the jackass has had the BackFire running spitefully high both day and night, and usually once he gets home around 4 or 5pm, he adds massive doses of Broken Hip and Hands to the mix.. Cest la vie...
By the time I've shuffled off to Cloud 9 at bedtime, he can hardly wait to vent more of his seemingly endless spleen in my direction..
I was quite clear about it last night, and told him aloud without mumbling and muttering, that he knew exactly what he was doing, and therefore nothing else mattered.  Hell, I can go on and on here about the possibility of him being incarcerated for his crimes against humanity, or even losing his Pet of the Month status and getting taken out.. But as long as I never sit and actively wish him ill, chances are that karma will fix the problem after all... *yawns...
There's no trickery or hocus-pocus involved.. All that's required is for him to be aware of what he's doing, and it seems that fate will take care of the rest... *shrugs..

*The nearby booster has just squeaked into life, and I wait stoically for the results.. What's it to be this morning, arsehole?  Toothache? Earache? Knives to the Head, or just plain Head Scramble? *

Who initially arranged for this disfunctional Sicko to be considered worthy of NIA clearance FFS?  Van Zyl and Barnabas between them?  No need to shake your head and back away there, Janneman.. You're a slippery customer and way more involved than you care to let on, and if it wasn't for your damning posts on the Craigavon iBurst tower thread, you may just have gotten away with it...
Your protege's behaviour was so foul yesterday evening, that I actually sat there in front of the TV, toying with the idea of writing to Mo Shaik on the matter.. You think that's funny?

Such a missive would never reach him ?  What if I pulled up at 343 Innes Road and told Security I wasn't leaving until he'd buzzed the house and they'd come up and fetched the envelope?  Schabir's staff are all owned, and it wouldn't even make it into the Arms Dealer's hands?  Maybe not, but he'd know it existed, as I'd most certainly fill you in on any such expedition, here... *grins...
Why would Mo so much as give me the time of day, when he's busy negotiating his own escape?
Fark, I've no idea except that it's an option that's maybe worth a shot...

I see that Sutcliffe slithered back into town a few days ago...
How long did it take him to figure out that the Ozzie Agents were onto him, and that every call he made was being relayed, not necessarily to friendly forces, back home?
The scurvy little Town Clerk is clearly confident that he's got enough stolen dirt to silence even his most vociferous critics.. Care to prove him wrong?  Has he collected enough damning evidence on the Opposition to have them back off as well?
Which bolt-hole has he chosen?  Felicity's pad in Durban North, or his beachfront apartment?

Shit, Mikey - Who knew your chum Petruccione's wondrous wireless surveillance technology would be used against you?  Any heart palpitations yet?  Knives to the head?  Google's Realtime streetmaps will have your every movement nailed, and the cameras in the cowlings won't be far behind.. What's it to be?  The Papwa Sewgolam greens?  You'd take a chance out in the open, despite the amazing telescopic sights available these days?  It's partly due to your exhaustive efforts on behalf of the criminal element, that life has become quite so cheap, and I'm guessing that any halfway decent snipers are a dime-a-dozen these days... *waves to Ridwaan...

Lean just a tad too hard on the wrong guy, Herr Doktor, and you may end up getting more than you bargained for.. *grins...  You're gonna try reminding Roy Moodley that you assisted in getting him all those eye-watering contracts for his Royal Security Company?  You think the Mpisane's care what happens to you as they scramble for cover themselves?  *chokes...
If Sutcliffe books himself another flight back to Warren in Oz, will airport security pat him down to ensure he's not carrying a couple more billions of rate-payer's hard earned money?   Will he be sent off for an Internal check-up? *teeth...

Once again I don't have to waste energy on actively wishing him ill, apart from my snide comments here, (which I forget the minute they're committed to paper..)
While the BigWigs in the Telecom's Industry may reassure the ex-City Manager that he has their continued support, you can guarantee that behind their grubby hands it's a different story altogether...
That scrawny fellow can hop from hideout to hideout every few hours, for all the good it would do, but there's no way he can escape the surveillance technology..
It's for just such a scenario that the likes of Balliram and his ilk have been groomed, and have practised obsessively, to leap from tower to streetlight to base-station, as they follow their prey.. Ain't that right, Creep?

Are you involved in monitoring Sutcliffe's movements, or were you deemed too unstable for such a crucial task?  Were you overlooked, and several of your brighter pupils chosen for the job instead, as you've proven time and again to be untrustworthy?   Ouch!  There's a burn that must bite....
Hey Pigman - you can always console yourself that you've still got your witless guinea-pigs here in the Zone to fall back on, and you can spend hours taking out your rage on us, with no fear of getting caught...
The dog's food is cooling out on the verandah, and I must go do the trash.. Cheers...

LATER at 9.00am

When I took the stuff up to the gates at 8am, I slung my camera bag over my shoulder for a laugh... I put my cigs and lighter in to weight it, and trundled up the stairs to skinder with B.Snr... Apart from the occasional light bouncing off the little reflective device tucked next to it's more interesting neighbour, as cars went by, the real deal remained off, though before coming back down, I couldn't resist taking out my fag box and holding it up to the cowling, camera-wise.. *chokes...
Why the sudden coy behaviour?  The Beemers still on the driveway, so I guess he's using a work-around to tune in to our banal conversation... *belches...

Wasn't I s'posed  to show my deliciously irrefutable proof to the Motherbody Secretary as well as my Vice Chair?  It goes without saying that the GW, true to his nick, wiped off all the pictures on my camera when he transferred them to the computer, and that they sit now in Picasa, looking nowhere near as good as they did on the camera itself... *winks...
But that's five people now, who are aware of the computerised devices hidden in the cowlings, and how simple they are for an Area Controller to operate...
At least four too many, wouldn't you say, Earl?  Your Lackey grows more sloppy by the day.. *shrugs..

I hear we have new neighbours up at No. 734 Jan Smuts Highway, and that the fair Carol has finally managed to unload her lilac/purple house.. As useful as it's been all the while it's stood empty, with all it's outdoor lighting activated 24/7, will Balliram now reduce the levels of power he's been pushing through that property?
May I appeal to the Reservist, who makes it his business to know pretty much everyone in the area, to keep an eye out for our new neighbours?  If the lady of the house doesn't leave home much during the day, the odds are that she may soon be joining the growing numbers of ThinSkins in the area, and the same would apply to any full-time female domestic employed...
Any pre-existing conditions of diabetes or arthritis will mean that those women are destined to suffer the side-effects of the wireless technology one way or another, despite the Druglord's lying assurances...
Will the Reservist see to it that Mr. K is made aware of this, and that he speaks out loudly should the ladies show signs of becoming victims of our Controller's gung-ho behaviour?

We'd been standing outside the little meeting room before 8pm last Monday night, when the new mosque's Call to Prayer had kicked in, and what a pleasure it was to hear..
It didn't matter that it was right up close and personal, as the Caller had a lovely voice, quite unlike the gentleman I've heard in the past...
No doubt something that is deemed insignificant by the ultra-orthodox mosque members, but one that makes all the difference to this heathen toad-in-the-street...
In your continuing quest to spread the word of Islam, may I dare suggest you factor in even the Call to Prayer, for on Monday evening it was certainly compelling... Take care and
peace..

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Wednesday 7th March 2012 at 1.02pm.