State Security se GAT!
(begun Thursday 20th September at 7.30am..)
Have you been in ours since sparrow's this morning, or have you only just arrived? The BackFire frequency has been increasing steadily over the last half hour, and I imagine our Controller has jumped you on in, and told you he has to go out early? You might want to check his nose before you buy that crock...
Did the story go something like this - The Overseer Barnabas (more likely referred to ambiguously as the Powers that Be), has/have decided it's way too much responsibility for one person to manage an Area so large, so it's been decided to bump a couple of the sharper Recruits up the ladder, to share the workload? Ring a bell, Prameet? A?
In truth, Balliram has no intention of lessening his visits to ours in any way, but he's aware that neither of you have the skills to know whether he's present or not.. The woop! remote has been employed deliberately to fool you into thinking that those are the only occasions he jumps on in to our power supply, when nothing could be further from the truth.. Sure, the woop! tightens up his viewing and listening pleasure, but I've not heard it this morning and yet, as I scribble here I take a sudden flurry of Knives to the Back as he attempts to peer over my shoulder....
It's 8.40am right now, and I'd be interested to know whether he's just suggested to either of you that you increase the levels of BackFire? Yes? No? All I want is for you to see precisely how you are being manipulated to ensure that our misery continues unabated... That I can in actual fact spend an entire day pain free, and still have my every move monitored... *shrugs...
Polela? A fine young man, though he's looking rather harrassed these days.. Electing to have five children and then defaulting on maintenance for any of them would've given his carefully created reputation a knock, whether he believes it or not... Does he not speak every bit as beautifully as our Mad Bob?
Is he a part of the counter-Intelligence team set up to overthrow our Jacob, or does he consider himself to be employed by the official National Security Agency? *curious...
Is he in the same boat as Nathie Mthethwa and Zuma, in that he knows a great deal about the laser/wireless surveillance operation, but that several key details were left out of the Sales Pitch they were sold, leaving him easily accessible to our front line Eavesdroppers?
Our Good cops, sworn to secrecy for the sake of National Security, and unable to left a finger as they watch the Organised Crime Teams doing their thing with the aid of the technology, assisted by the very people who purport to be saviours of the human race.. *chokes....
LATER at 9.20am
This Half-Wit has an opinion on a lot of things, and if it's Experiment-related you're going to hear it sooner or later... Looks like I'm to be the dish of the day for the Trackers, and the BackFire was cranked up in my little banger even before I'd left Sherwood... Who's heading the Team up at the Ridge today, as they leap from pole to mast after me, with such careless and brutal abandon? BonerJoe himself, making a rare pop-in to the office to exact a bit of payback, carefully disguised as official business?
I'd headed back from Westville into Sherwood to find the well-connected (!) 3 Core Electrical contractors busy on the verge at the corner of Garbutt and Locksley.. Eight years into this magnificent project, and still the same crooks are raking it in from this cash cow...*eyeroll...
LATER at 10.30am
I'm sitting up at the Knowles parking lot. Someone's more than making up for last Thursday's happy day out, and it's straight to the Knives in the Back up here in Pinetown... *mops brow... Blame the fierce wind that sprang up out of nowhere on the necessity for the hugely increased levels? More lying crud... I can go past any number of masts and aerials without feeling so much as a twinge, and it's only when the booster that's hidden away in the Polo is activated, that I'm in such trouble... *mutters angrily..
Friday 21st September at 3.40am
I'd still been tidying up the papers off the lounge floor at about 3.20am, when he'd thumped casually into behind the TV right next to me.. A sudden deep ache in my neck and that was it... Boy, did I get a surprise when I opened the front door and walked out into what I suppose you could call a Berg wind...
It's that cool indoors that I'm kitted out in my warm gear, only it's a baking summer's night out there....
However long I sat and looked at the cloud cover, it didn't appear to be moving, and yet there's a big wind blowing in the tops of the gumtrees...
Eventually he'd activated a thready NAT down by the avo tree, but it's unlikely he could tell just how confused I was, by this freaky weather...
The assaults had only been resumed seriously at 5.30pm yesterday, when I'd been sitting in the lounge, and he/they'd not bothered with the BackFire, but had gone straight for the Knives to the Back and the side of my neck nearest the window.. *spits....
When it was repeated viciously at 6pm, I guess I lost the plot and I'd had a fair amount to say out loud, had I not Balliram? Stuff along the lines that it was time for me to approach the Good Man at No. 16 and fill him in on the atrocities taking place down this end of the Crescent... Though I'd have to guess he's got a pretty good idea already, it could provide an awkward situation to say the least...
National Security? That's what's been tossed around so freely since 2004, to fool so many people into enlisting? *falls over choking.. National Security? When everyone's homes are being freely accessed via their powerlines by a bunch of criminal thugs? Does Jacob Zuma realise for one minute that he's on a live satellite feed, 24/7? Has His Chubby Shinyness, Malema, been persuaded to believe that counter-Intelligence will assist his bid for power? Ah - the delicious manipulations now easily achieved by using this astounding surveillance technology...
Hell, I've skirted the topic often enough, but only after I'd read Vic Livingstone's blog did the darned penny drop with a thud...
There'll be plenty of Good People out there who would've been awed and impressed by the term National Security, and, toss in a few thousand fake NIA clearance certificates their way and they'd be all too eager to dance to the Puppeteer's tune... Ain't that a fact, BeVonk? Shame man... *eyeroll... Feed the DumbBunnies enough exposes on the rot and corruption that's rife among Government Officials, and they'd be blinded to the real premise of the experiment... Neatly done, Janneman... *applauds...
Mygod, how this Thicko has struggled to figure out what magical Sales Pitch could possibly have blinded so many Seriously Good people en masse, and in the end, it was something so simple I missed it...*snorts..
State Security, FFS... The enchanting incantation that has unbelievably mesmerised droves of highly intelligent citizens into supporting this inhumane violation of human rights, without so much as questioning the methods used to control the masses....
It's not like you aren't aware of them, now is it? After all, I've given you a blow by blow (and I mean that) account for yonks, and all you've done is to duck down behind your yellow banners and whimper 'State Security'? Ai...
And this latest outrage? Who among you thinks I'm being done a huge favour by letting Students manage the monitoring in ours? Who among you seriously believes that el Sicko is going to get over his obsession and turn over a new leaf? Just how far gone are you?
Tuesday night's shenanagans weren't enough to convince you that if anything, the brutality is on the increase?
I forwarded that Vic Livingstone blog to the Principal, the Director, and to my Station Commander at Sydenham SAPS, though whether the latter gets past the Druglord's Lambkin and is even read, is unlikely.. Geez, small wonder the Captain had regarded me so pityingly when it's the supposedly terrifying STATE SECURITY that's been tossed around... *chokes..
You'll sit there and allow yourselves to be conned by all this bullshit? To be deliberately frightened into silence when you can see for yourselves that criminals are running this Show? Do you seriously think these worthless Labrats lives would improve, simply by introducing the Students to ostensibly handle our monitoring?
Come now, it's not rocket science.. Forget the careful propoganda you've been fed and the buckets full of lies and secrets you've been persuaded to buy.. Until this Area Controller is removed and replaced by someone who's managed to cling to so much as a vestige of moral integrity, this criminal savagery is set to continue across the Zone...
No, it's no good looking at me like that.. As kind as you are, the fact remains that you've been suckered... Imagining for one moment that you are handling the surveillance *ahem* data capturing in our home without Balliram present, would put you in the Dunce's corner forthwith... Did you even bother to go through the time frame I gave you for Tuesday night's shocking fiasco? Did you? *looks at No. 16.. does he insist you run the higher levels due to the greater distance between our properties?
Are you absolutely certain the Good Man wants to be a part of this change of plan? *snarls...
Do you find yourself encouraged by Balliram to giggle like a girl at my roars of pain? Don't be shy - that's the way this Show has been promoted from the getgo, has it not? It's been all about the delight experienced at others misery.. Schadenfreude.. A lovely word with an ugly meaning...
As I'd lain on the Sacrifical Altar on Tuesday night just before midnight, my Controller's last word had included poaching both of my closed eyes in warm gravy, and I suspect he'd pulled that charmer out of his arsenal as the cherry on the top of his night's activities... You may check with the Radio Frequency Engineer whether such a frequncy exists, and you can guarantee it most certainly does...
Take care out there and
peace... (PS Needless to say it's now 8.55am and the BackFire is going through the roof. Lovely.)
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Friday 21st September 2012 at 8.43am.
