Busted...
(begun Friday 10th August at 3.35am..)
Corporals? Lance-Corporals? *winks.. Doing their pracs every Thursday from 10.am till 2pm? Strolling over from where? Raftery? Mary? Told to leave the identifiable wheels behind, or as yet they have no wheels of their own? That would be about the fourth occasion that I've seen them slide into the Accountant's gates at No. 12, around about the time the GW picks me up on a Thursday...
Once they've 'graduated' will they tell their mothers that they have a 'proper' job, and they'll be given a sweet deal on a Beemer or Merc? Are they destined to join the official crew over at the Radio Station on Ridge, or will they be working from home with 'proxy' ahead of their names? *interested...
I figure it's time to stop beating about the bush.. Our Area Controller is Collin P. Balliram, and anything and everything that happens to the occupants/residents of the sections under his charge, is his reponsibility, and no others.... The two rookies unleashed in the Polo yesterday? They were operating out of Freddie's at No. 12, which puts Balliram in the clear? My Controller's own Beemer was sat on his driveway right up until the GW dropped me back home before 2pm. It was gone when I'd headed upstairs later on..*blinks...
Everyone pleased with the morning's work? The horrorshow produced and directed by the Cracker next door, as he egged the two witless recruits on, to greater feats of cruelty? Why the attempt at stealth? Why the diversionary tactic of having them work out of Freddie's? A suggestion found in the Spy Manual, Chapter 17, on further muddying the waters?
Has Missus Freddie seen the footage of Millie the Gross? Yep. Does she have any idea of what's going on when those two youngsters come over and head upstairs to the Accountants 'office' for several hours on a Thursday? *vomits profusely... Enough. I guess when Nostradamus referred to the 'yellow men' taking over the world, he hadn't meant the Chinese after all, but the armies of chicken-shit cowards who'd get to sit in the shadows and play god with the rest of the population....
I hadn't even bothered to update my blog last night, as I'd been thoroughly knackered after the onslaught... Noddy badges all round? Hey, don't celebrate too soon guys, as my flagging spirits were given a major boost early on in the evening...
Whether the Cracker was directing the Indian King Specialist at No. 12 to bounce off the toolshed's zinc roofing and hit me with the Knives to the Back, or was doing it himself personally, is unknown. Going by Balliram's past history, I'd have to say it was the former... Man, the dude may be an indisputable whiz at the computer, but for the rest, he operates like a 12 year-old, and always has done...
So - You consider you're on the Good Team, and continue to kid yourselves there'll come a time when your lot will get round to cleaning up the rubbish that the Authors chose to use, to kick off this fantabulous experiment? Really? Then you can safely add Fred Cochran at No 12 to your clean-up list, though he'll never be more than small-fry, and is being used simply as a means to an end....
That was the main reason behind the erection of the 'toolshed'? To give good old Freddie clear access to ours? Course it was... Nailed...
I'd picked up the Olympus just after 5pm, in an effort to catch the source of my increased pain while I sat in front of the telly.. The flash had only gone off about four times before the camera was summarily shut down and I was given the Batteries are Dead message.
I replaced them with a brand-new set at 5.30pm and had mentioned it to the GW, who was sitting on the sofa... See now, new batteries have never deterred my Controller for a second, and he can still shut the thing down anyway, as he'd demonstrated for me and Sue the Book, that day we were out watching the Comrades at hers....
Nonetheless, this time I'd been 'permitted' to carry on taking pictures before I put it away.. You want to see what I caught in my lounge before the camera had been switched off the first time? Check the three holograms hanging up by the ceiling fan HERE...*beams... It only takes one of those babies to set Millie off shrieking with pain, so I'll leave it to you to imagine what levels can be achieved by three of them...
I'd resumed my picture taking after 7pm, and had been rewarded with several stunning shots showing great swarms of holograms out in the front garden by der Bunker HERE and another cloud of them outside my kid's window, looking out into the courtyard at the back.... Course, they're in nearly every shot I take, but it's the ones showing them in their vast numbers that are my outright faves, as you may imagine.. *dances...
Already this morning I've netted THIS snowy beauty hanging up on the wall behind me HERE taken at 3.22am...
By now Jannie van Zyl and his Damage Control Team will have made a plan, and you can bet on it...
How lightly he'll shrug off the wireless song/tinnitus that you acquired within days of the technology being enabled on your streetlights... How calmly, and with just the right amount of humour, does he reassure the more anxious of his recruits that if anything, they may regard the 'tinnitus' as a badge of honour, and that it is of no consequence to their health whatsoever...
Karl Muller had insisted that it was the first clear sign that your immune system had been breached, but Karl Muller is a scare-mongerer, and doesn't know what he's talking about, hey Janneman? *winks
Brace yourselves, for here's another question.. What sort of conditions are created in ours when Balliram or his carefully nurtured proxy, the Accountant, remotely hit my camera batteries? A frequency that has no ill-effects on humans whatsoever? You'll forgive me if I'd prefer the Rocket Scientist to answer that one, and not the silver-tongued Telecom's Prevaricator.... *snorts...
Would you care now to make a note that Balliram has successfully blown his cover, and that both Freddie Cochran's increased participation, and the ulterior motive behind the erection of the 'toolshed' with it's laser-attracting zinc roofing, mere yards away from ours, is now public knowledge?
Has Missus Freddie arranged for her two youngsters to be out of the Zone as much as possible, since her hubby's upgrade, just as Missus Courageous attempts to achieve? Some boarding-school, deep in the country, that's as yet unwired, perhaps? *sad.... Will those two kids be among the strong that survive? *breaks into the chorus of Life's just a gamble....
LATER at 5.35am
Several vicious stabs to the back ten minutes ago, and we have more company at ours... The two of them, whispering and nudging, as they hop from house to house, checking on the occupants as they stir for the day? Balliram showing his puppet how to access bathrooms, using the geyser or a tagged digital washing machine?
Any electrician who wishes to stay in business will now do as he's told, and unless he's your father or your brother, youll be unaware of the signal boosters that are being installed surreptitiously during his call-out.. *shrugs.. You haven't resorted to hiring anyone yet? Then your electrical problems are set to continue until you do...
It's pretty darned amazing what mischief can be achieved simply by surging one's geyser, is it not O Master of My Universe? *winks... (*At this point online, I'm being given repeated An Error occurred while trying to save or publish your Post messages as I type up my blog )
I'd had a word with my CPF Secretary last night, and she'd told me that the problems with her Telkom landline were a thing of the past, as she'd just acquired a brand new wireless phone.. I'd then proceeded to tell her of Professor El's visit to ours, and of how his measuring device had gone noisily nuts as he'd entered our lounge... How he'd explained that wirelessed phones were way more dangerous than cellphones, and how I'd boxed ours within hours of his visit, and had reconnected our old phone with it's irritating cable... Was it enough to convince her? Highly unlikely, but I'd given it a shot.. *shrugs... I'm off back to Cloud 9 to rest my sand-blasted eyes.. Cheers..
LATER at 6.45am
The Pink-Eyed Tracker dot that had appeared for two consecutive nights on the walls in our lounge, had vanished last night... Even after a gaily announced double-woop! from the remote, that had sounded from der Bunker early in the evening, that Target Seeker was history, and I'd have to suggest it was an error that I'd seen it at all, but with the assaults now being re-routed via No. 12, something that couldn't have been foreseen...
The headaches and increased jaw aching are another indication that Balliram has acquired himself further camouflage by way of the Accountant, and Mr. Smooth will tell you they're just teething problems and they will be sorted out... Teething problems? Yesterday's assaults made on me in the Polo were TEETHING PROBLEMS? Sure they were, you CHOP... *snorts in disbelief....
My habits are disgusting? No more so than some of yours, but that's purely a matter of perspective, is it not? Yours aren't on camera, (you hope), being used as a method of persuading all and sundry that I'm worthy of your revulsion and physical attacks.. Ah yes, Mistuh Balliram - I'm with you all the way there, and I realised a long while back, just how useful that stolen footage would become.. (*it's now 6.55am, and I imagine that our Fred has just been ordered to access ours and join his PuppetMaster in their Games, as the Knives in the Back announce their arrival here at the desk in the back room..)
Would you have any compassion at all for the fugly disfigured creature you've been shown? Or would you instead be so repelled that you'd avoid her like the plague, leaving her to her well-deserved fate? Don't bother answering that one...
I'd never have dreamed that you too, would have happily viewed those clips? My dears, I've got news for you, and in my book you're now on a par with the pseudo-PAGAD member and his offspring who squat over in Mayfield Place, pretending to give a shit about the drug scene here in the Zone, while wholeheartedly supporting the Druglord himself.... Some of you I can forgive, while some of you.... I'm working on it.. *grins..
Peace...
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Friday 10th August 2012 at 10.52am.
