Validation..
(begun Friday 5th October at 2.55am..)
*My stats say there are eleven of you currently out there... Any Good Guys amongst you, or all the dregs? I'd booted up the PC initially at 7.45am.. It appeared it was just too early to suit Balliram, and the modem lights had refused to load fully, despite that I re-set the wall-jack. Who is it the Cur panders to? Himself, or someone that's not available just yet?*
Will you look at the time? I had no idea, only that Nobby was sounding upset, and then I got to thinking, and here I am... I've got no shining orb of light that appears next to me, to set me apart from the rest, and the glowing coal on my back will have to do.... A coal that Balliram had fanned into flames of agony at some point during the night, in an effort to slake his urge for revenge... *shrugs..
Where to begin? There'd been no waves of pain as we'd pulled up at her gates at around 11am, under the watchful eye of that monstrosity a few hundred yards higher up the road, and it had stayed quiet until I'd settled down outside the back door to show her my pictures..
After that it was a no-brainer as they'd hauled out the Neck Squeezer frequency and laid into her, and we'd eventually had to move back indoors, her pain was that bad... Course, Millie was shouting the odds by then as well, but I guess the Eavesdroppers and their 'consultant' had been tasked to concentrate on the Mast Fighter during my visit, and they'd done just that...
So? What do you think, Jannie? When you got the report-back? Or were you patched through in person for the duration? Was I right? Did Balliram make the drive down to Kingsborough the night before, to assist that Area Controller, and make sure not a word of our conversation was missed? Ms. Dorny said that up until Wednesday evening the fall-out hadn't been too bad, but that all hell had broken loose that night when 'they'd' turned the Mast on, as she puts it... She'd also mentioned that the AirWing chopper had buzzed the house as some point, though that doesn't surprise me in the least..
They'd had the full tooties running the entire time I'd been there, and it's a shame I'm such a dumb klutz, or I would've thought to take some pictures.. Pictures? Yeah - Of the homes nearby that had ALL their outdoor lights burning at midday, when we'd finally pulled away... *winks... Remind me? It's a Telkom employee that lives a door or so away from Ms. Taylor? Sure it is, and I'd bet good money he's moonlighting as Controller for that section, and that he's sold the National Security Sales Pitch to more than a few of the neighbouring Suckers... You don't see the fire yet? You're still busy sizzling in the pan, and think you can avoid jumping into the flames? Just how long are you going to be able to kid yourselves that you made the right choice?
Just so long as those salary cheques keep coming in, and the trough-feeders are exposed in the Press, you'll be fine? And after that? When the realisation finally hits home that you'll never ever be able to say or do anything without the possibility that you're sharing it with the likes of Collin P. Balliram or his cronies? You still really don't get it, do you... That for nearly two decades the Ruling Party have been deliberately manipulated and actively encouraged to practise corruption in whatever ways they can...
The ShaikBoyz showed them how, and got away with it, and it was pretty much a free-for-all after that.. Grind the country down under the snuffling snouts of the Trough Feeders and then come galloping in to the rescue with your Grand Tales of a technology so amazing it will stop those Porkers in their tracks? Neato...
A technology capable of invading every last corner of those criminal's lives and rooting out their hidden secrets... Hell, you've got nothing to hide, and if it brings the Wikked to book at last, why not? But where will you find the hundreds of Monitors needed for the job? Ah - we'll simply use the Average Honest Joe off the street, and train him/her up, and the crooks won't see them coming... Course, I'm still dumbstruck that here in the Zone so many of the community fell for Michael Barnabas' make over.... But I guess that's where the many forgiving Devout were so cleverly manipulated and led to believe that the Druglord had had an epiphany and wanted to redress the sins of the past.. Splashing cash and contacts about, like there was no tomorrow, he'd had even the most hardened of sceptics regarding him in a new light...
Your average Honest Joe would be recruited as Monitors to operate the invasive surveillance technology? Not a chance.. Right across the country it was the Organised Crime Bosses and Druglords who were first approached to find the IT friendly stooges to run the powerlines..
Shush there, Janneman - Anything you say at this point WILL be used against you.. Not may, but WILL...
You've known since the outset that our ex-City Manager Mike Sutcliffe was tasked to promote and encourage corruption in the eThekwini Municipality, and that he was exceptionally successful at it.. The very technology he was handed, in order to build Leverage Files on his colleagues and employees, was used to ferret out the grubby details of his own private life, was it not? Pretty much ensuring he was OWNED for life...
How the hell do you get an entire country to keep their lips zipped on a secret so enormous? You get the youth to regard it as some sort of hilarious laser-related computer game, and you persuade their elders that it's in the interests of State Security... That a counter-Intelligence Team was being set up to infiltrate the private lives of those at the very top of this carefully engineered and created mountain of rot, and that all they had to do was to follow instructions, sit tight, and watch the Greedy Pigs get taken down...
Fark, how this Dimwit had sweated to figure out how so many seriously Good citizens had been lured into working willingly alongside the very dregs of society... And there it was, all along.. State Security FFS...
A bigger crock of codswollop would be hard to find, but said with a straight face, in hushed undertones, who wouldn't fall for it? Every Pastor, Deacon, and Priest here in the Zone was whispered to, and they in turn would've entreated certain members of their flock to support the Experiment.. Why not every worshipper? No, only those whose homes were strategically placed to promote the Blessed signal, while the rest were to be kept oblivious to the invasive technology for as long as possible...
Slow as I am, it was only after I'd left Kingsborough yesterday that I'd figured out just how lucky I'd been.. The card reader that I'd bought to send to the Rocket Scientist hadn't worked, though it had never been taken out of it's box until yesterday. She'd had one of her own, and I'd handed over my least favourite camera card, anticipating the worst... She'd successfully put all of those pictures onto the laptop, and I'd cautiously put the memory card back into my camera, expecting a meltdown.. Nothing happened, and the card read perfectly.. Hau!
Turns out that laptop has never ever been connected to the Internet. How lucky was that? *chokes.. See now, with half a brain and hindsight, I now know that I would've been able to load ALL five cards on there, and gotten away with it.. Dammit! *laughing... Never mind. One will have to do, and though the evidence on that particular card is nowhere near as damning as some of the others, I've at last got the validation I've been waiting for.. *dances..
I showed her the pictures taken on that misty Saturday morning at 6am, and she'd been suitably astonished...
Will the Rocket Scientist ever get to see them all? Anyone brave enough to fly him down here and have him stay over, until he's seen enough to convince him that the answers to the mystery of the worldwide Experiment lie right here in the Zone?
Where an out-of-control, power-drunk and sadistic Area Controller has slowly but surely provided enough pieces of the puzzle to reveal more than enough for Karl Muller to get his teeth into? The individuals who are so determined to keep Muller in the dark are Criminals, for it's glaringly obvious that the Educator's only crime is that he cares for his fellow-man. You want to step out of the shadows there, and show us that there's one iota of Good in this Project? Well, here's your opportunity... Over-ride the Thug's squeals of horrified outrage, and approach the Rocket Scientist openly... Fill him in honestly on all the sordid methods used to enslave the country and it's population, and fund him to study ways to improve the situation...
It wouldn't work? Why fix it, if it ain't broke? Come on guys... There's got to be at least some of you who haven't yet been totally brainwashed by now? Forgodsakes find each other and make a stand before it's too late...
For every day you dither, another suburb reels under the fumbling efforts of a newly created and often criminally minded Area Controller.. A controller who will ultimately be encouraged to practise tortures every bit as appalling as those carried out by Collin P. Balliram on a regular basis.. If you've been told that the Sadist has been withdrawn, and is now employed in other areas of the Project, and you actually believe this, then you're as big a Fool as I am..
My trials and tribulations continue, though on a heightened level, and no matter what lies you've been fed, Mistuh Balliram and his insatiable lust for petty revenge is the cause... *shrugs..
When I'd requested several times last night that the levels of the BackFire frequency be lowered, there'd been no change at all. Why not? Just two old people sitting watching television, and yet someone saw fit to push those levels of monitoring through the roof and keep them there...*gags...
LATER at 5.15am
Our water supply has changed somehow, since the installation of the new pipes.. The toilet cistern takes easily double it's previous time to fill after flushing, and when you turn the cold tap on in the bath or basin, it comes out fiercely before immediately dropping the pressure dramatically.. Any ideas why this should be? *interested...
Why do I not give up my attempts at meeting the Political Science student? She's made it more than plain she wants nothing to do with me.. I can't answer that one, only that I'm nudged repeatedly to try again, and not take no for an answer... She'd stood out like a ruddy beacon of light in my early days at mybroadband, and Jannie van Zyl still fears her mightily, though if pressed, I doubt he'd be able to say quite why that is...
Will the Mast Fighter persuade her to change her mind, and would such a Meeting change anything at all? I dunno. I just do as I'm told, and plod on regardless... Take care julle..
Peace...
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Friday 5th October 2012 at 9.24am.
