A hard nut to crack..
(Tuesday 11th September at 6.30am..)


Pretty darned disturbing to tootle happily around a bend in the road and find yourself surrounded by a frenzied and easily manipulated mob of Protestors, baying for blood...
In the push to create just the right amount of fear and panic, countrywide, few tools have been as useful as the Informal Settlements, ne Janneman?
I'm told there's unrest over at the Palmiet and Kennedy jondolos today, and they're to be avoided at all cost, and you can guarantee it's going to end in tears, if not bloodshed...

Is there a carefully muddied chain of command in these situations?  Who is it that contacts the plants judiciously placed in the Settlements, to issue the instructions for a mob or a fire?  One of your wekkers, Allen? *studies the Superintendent of Electricity for Durban... Is Mike Oliver still with the so-called Electricity Department's Security Division, and does arson fall under his jurisdiction?
I see the Bellair Road jondolo (Cato Crest extension?) came under fire this week.  Literally.  Not enough zinc down that end?  A few more shiny sardine cans required, to get the laser/wireless surveillance technology operating at optimum levels?   Hey - it's just one phone call and the deed is as good as done, and 30+ shacks are incinerated, soon to be replaced by sheets of zinc, or the silver containers, right?
Never mind that the poorest of the poor lose all their meagre possessions, and sometimes even their lives, for it's the Cause uber alles... *vomits...

That'll be one of the reasons why my Honourable VC has yet to be approached for recruitment, will it not?  That'll be why a careful smear campaign was embarked upon, to convince you that he has issues with those of the Muslim faith, not so?
A bigger load of hogwash it'd be hard to find, and I'm betting many of you are aware of this, but continue to follow your orders blindly, and without question... *looks at the Shadow sadly...  It's my bet that Barnabas and his cronies couldn't come up with a version of the Sales Pitch that my VC wouldn't see through immediately...
The various stories sucked in so avidly by those who've hit rock-bottom financially, or the many Devout, or the Islamic Community, and even the criminal element, are easy to imagine...

Once it was realised that the Honourable man would be a harder nut to crack than most, Balliram was unleashed on my VC's power supply, and the smear campaign took off.   You were told this was necessary, and you didn't question it?  *looks at N... Once I'd met you, I saw you for a good man and a thinker.  When did that change?  Could it be that you've allowed yourself to be willingly manipulated, without so much as you saying a word?  Good practise for what's to come, is all I can say on that.. *shrugs..

LATER at 7.20am

What would jesus say on the ease with which less-than-savoury criminals are now able to invade your privacy?  Small sacrifices to make for the greater glory of mankind?  Are you serious? *bolt-eyed..  Where do you stand on the furore created by the Secrecy Bill?  Silently in the shadows, smiling to yourselves at the distraction created by that particular red-herring?
Do you tell yourselves you have no choice but to believe the Tutor when he earnestly insists I've demonised him unfairly, and that all he's been doing is his job as Data Capturer for the experiment, and nothing else?
Hey, in the next breath you're going to tell me that you are your own man, and you'll no doubt take offence when I fall about laughing at your misconception...

You have no Millie the Gross to announce the Tutor's stealthy arrival in your home, and although you say your own immune system has been breached, it's not on a scale such as ours was damaged initially, back in 2005.. A battering that the GW had also escaped, as he headed off to Mt. Edgecombe to work, five out of every seven days of the week, in those early years of the technology's installation...
How will you tell if your own privacy and that of your family is being invaded, and do you even care?
If her joints and soft tissue gave increasing problems, and very often her eyes struggled to focus properly, would you zealously continue to insist that it's a small price to pay for the ultimate rewards? Do you think that the heaviest investors to this experiment will settle for your god ruling the New World Order? *baffled...

May I repeat that I consider myself lucky to have survived long enough to see these wonders of modern science for myself, and that yes, if the moral integrity of those chosen to be Area Controllers was unquestionable, I could most assuredly find some merit to this world-wide experiment...
The issues I have, begin with those at the very top of this steaming pile of manure, and not with the puppets such as the ShaikBoys, and the Druglord Barnabas, and their underlings...  A merciful god?  One who would condone the use of organised crime, murder and mayhem, in order to achieve everlasting peace and happiness?  One who would allow certain individuals to be singled out from the community and used as demo models to show just what this magnificent weapon of war can achieve?

Do you humbly tell yourself it's not your place to question how the experiment is being run, but to merely follow orders, and that all will be well in the end?  May I hear a baa, baa, baa?  You were probably warned that I would at some point focus on you and your participation, and to simply ignore my babbling and ride it out?  When it comes to the Project, there is no reverse gear available, should you have second thoughts, and once recruited, you're OWNED for life.. With that in mind, I'll continue to warn you of the clues this scurrilous Pervert and his proxies leave behind on their secretive visits to eavesdrop in your home..

Be careful what you casually say to each other, for an invisible third party present at the time may misconstrue even the most banal of remarks, and mischief will ensue, as sure as day follows night... Despite the lies and pretense, her character isn't in question, and she is being used to fool the neighbourhood into believing that a change for the better has been made to the monitoring operations...
A red-herring on a nauseating scale, and Balliram remains as vigil in our home as he ever was, whether by the use of his Elim Pool proxy, or his colleague at No. 12.

LATER at 2.20pm

Lord knows I'm a dumb bunny, but some things are just too deliciously intriguing to ignore.. I've just taken the little beasts up top for a run, and had finally remembered to look over at the Convent's carport with a little more than my usual cursory glance... It may have been sometime last week that I'd first noticed a new set of lights installed on what appeared to be the side of the carport structure itself.. As it happens, it was too far for my failing eyesight to pick out the additions and alterations..
The large pieces of light-coloured white board/wood? that Mr. Dawood had kindly dumped illegally in the bush below the carport had been effective for a while, but there had to be a better way of enticing the lasers to their target?

The enchantingly pretty pinpoints of light that glittered and played across the entire small section of Parkland undergrowth that adjoins that area of the Convent's property, was well worth the climb up our stairs..*applauds..
And there I'd though that draping the trees and bushes with old magnetic tape had been a bit of humorous mischief designed specifically as a red-herring to fool nosy-Parkers... My self-importance knows no bounds.. *chokes..

The GW just wiki'd magnetic tape, and what was the first word that jumped out of the results?  Cobalt.  *curtseys... And back we go to those German Goblins and the part they play in wirelessing the world... According to wiki it was 3mm who originally created the magnetic tape coated with cobalt absorbed iron-oxide, and I'm guessing some clever dick has found a stash of old VHS cassettes and donated them to the Cause?  And there they are, unravelled with gay abandon to decorate that little section of Parkland, and to attract the laser showers to that area specifically.. Whether outgoing or incoming to the additions made to the carport, I've absolutely no idea, but it certainly makes for a fine display as the tape flutters and glitters in the gentle breeze, on this sunny afternoon...

Funny how things work out, is it not?  Ironically, I have some glassware on my kid's window-sill, mere yards from Balliram's wall enhancer.. Two old wine bottles and a small vase, all in deep cobalt blue.. What a bonus for the Pig next door... *chokes... Only one of those two small windows is regularly open, and sure enough, those burglar bars are badly corroded, while the one that stays shut isn't bad at all...
It's the true weather-facing side of our house, and the damage in this particular instance could certainly be ascribed to the weather.. *winks..

I was just busy adding this last fascinating find to my scribbles here in the back room, when I was hit by a wave of heat..  It's occurred to me often enough that the Pervert is able to zoom in on even the written word, and certainly to take a peek over my shoulder at my photos, though I've no idea of the quality of the stolen information relayed back to him... He will of course have seen the GW's wiki search, and have figured out the reason for my interest by now, and be patting himself on the back for keeping up...
You happy in there, Balliram?  As trapped as ever I am?  Really?  My word, it's no wonder you unleash the fires of hell upon me, given half a chance, as the dreadul truth of your predicament hits home...
May I guess that you never ever could've predicted that fourteen years down the line we'd still be chained together inescapably? Maybe what goes round, does come round after all? And just maybe we deserve each other? *beams..
Peace..

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Wednesday 12th September 2012 at 9.11am...