Double-guessing...
(begun Wednesday 7th November at 8am..)


Has she made Captain yet? Lieutenant? Majoor even?  She must have shot up through the ranks from your run-of-the-mill Housewives League, to have earned herself a chair next to the rest of the Eavesdroppers at the Radio Station on Ridge Road..
Leave it?  Ag, you're kidding me... There's nothing you lot like better than to have me trotting out my wild guesses and getting it wrong.. *chokes..
In her case, I'm happy to oblige, for she's easily the most interesting thing to have come along in quite a while..

The mish-mash of truth and outrageous fabrications makes it difficult to figure out what was scripted and what was ad-libbed... *applauds... Did Michael Zuma's Midway 2 vehicles really attempt to force her off the  road at around 9.30pm one evening, as she was heading home (From the Wireless Station?), or was she merely recounting an incident that had happened to a colleague?
Whatever.  I'd like to believe she's high enough up the so-called Intelligence ladder to have earned an attempt on her life.. Sadly, her successes have led her to overlook the drastic effects this astonishing surveillance technology is having on the population, and could ultimately have on her...
Barnabas makes frequent trips in and out of Swaziland?  Seeing as how he's the country's Prime Minister, I'd assume that's a given.. *winks..

The piercing look she gave the coffee-shop manager when he'd ventured too close to our table for the second time, keeps jamming up my Replay function, and I see a cartoon bubble floating out from her to tell the chap silently to bugger off, she's working.. *grins..
Though it was I who'd instigated the meeting in the first place, it had been the Intelligence Operative who had unhesitatingly said we'd meet at the NSA Gallery, in tones that brooked no argument...  I've already told you that I was aware that the surveillance technology would've been upgraded at that coffee shop quite soon after I'd gone there with both M and Sister S some years ago, and I'd have to assume that the so-called Manager on duty on Sunday was familiar with the Agent sitting opposite me.. *shrugs...

I'd also suggest that it doesn't matter where you sit out there, for you're on camera whichever way you face.. She was totally aware of them, and had played her part beautifully, right down to the sudden conspiratorial dropping of her voice as she made mention of one of several names she claimed were low-lifes in Wentworth.. True to form I'd leaned in and asked her to repeat the name while I made a note of it, while her eyes had darted in somewhat camp fashion from left to right.. *falls over...  Was there any real malice in that theatrical production?  No more than the mock hanging enacted for my benefit by the Rotten Apples?  She's unfamiliar with the physical pain caused by the artful weaponry she uses, apart from saying that she suffers from headaches?  Would her values change were a colleague to batter a particular area about her person via her powerlines until she got just a taste of the medicine they're dishing out of there in the Zone?

I guess not, and I'd hazard she's swept up by the glory of the chase, and much like van Zyl's front-line Soldier, BeVonk, she easily avoids thinking of the innocents who've been targeted for their entertainment.  Fully indoctrinated into believing that the Ruling Party are corrupt to a man, there's no possibility that she'd regard her own Handlers as far more dangerous and rotten than the lowest of the trough feeders.. A decade of brainwashing 'aint about to change her thinking overnight, if at all.... Yeah, it certainly bites that she no doubt fraternises regularly with the murderous Sadist next door, and regards him as a fellow Agent, wrongfully demonised by an Idiot, and you'd think in that area she'd be sharp enough to see the Truth...
Something tells me to STFU on that score, but when did I ever listen?

Did Glen Nayager's colleagues smile sweetly at him during office hours, while his erstwhile ship-jumping IT Monkey pumped his sleeping quarters at Mayville with the killer heart-palpitation frequencies?  You given that any thought, Balliram?  That doing unto others could so easily have you on the receiving end where you so rightly belong?  Do they still pat you on the back and cheerfully say it's all just sticks and stones, and that you're way too valuable for the old fart's shrieks to be taken seriously?
According to my logs, that amiable and hurt facade falls right off your face each time you jump into Fred's to check on me, and the levels of BackFire throughout the day yesterday were an ongoing testament to your rage and irritation... *yawns...

Did she report back that I'm every bit as thick as I insist I am, as she pocketed her winnings?  That she felt not one ounce of compassion for the tortures we guinea-pigs have endured in order to entertain the Troops? My impatience is a curse, I grant you, but how much longer are we to wait before Monitors that are impervious to the Omnipotence Disease become the order of the day, and begin to replace the barbarians who rule our lives right now?  Not before Drapa's Mind's-eye robotic monitors become a reality, would be my guess...*mutters furiously...

LATER at 9.45am

We've just gone through the regular job of my holding each of our four animals steady on top of the little chest freezer, while the GW applies flea-drops to the scruff of their necks..  Standing just a foot away from the microwave each time, had our Controller testing out the latest enhancement he's had placed against my Kind Neighbour's outdoor kitchen plumbing.. A rectangular piece of white polystyrene?  Would you care for a report-back, you Chop, or are you content knowing that you've done me a mischief? *spews... A nasty dull pinching ache at the base of my spine each time I line up to the Microwave or stand at the kitchen sink is a fairly new experience, and I would guess achieved through the use of that innocent-appearing addition to their outside sink... *spits at the Pig...

My struggles to form a picture of where and how Stef Roux's lasers showers are emitted into the free space, continue.. It's easy enough to snigger at my mindless stupidity when you're standing in the inner circle, so give me a break...
My inexplicable obsession with the Overheads/Mothership down by No. 2 is already apparent on the first few pages of my photo album No. 1.  Typically undated, but I guess taken around 2006, they're a very different set of lamps to those installed after 24th May 2010, as haste was made in readiness for the activation of Roux's fantabulous Laser shower machine...
See HERE how the IKUSA CTC crane lifts the headless pole into position at seven minutes past five in the afternoon, just before dark?  I missed the placement of the 6 new lamps on top, but two days later HERE they are...  Longer arms to create a space in the centre, at the top of that magnificent white-painted pole?
After that I find I have a fairly good record running right through to the 5th June, as tests were being carried out..

A small white panel can be seen HERE on the side of a west-facing lamp, and the glass of the lamp facing up our valley was removed... You're nodding off?!  You're waiting for me to come right out and say that it's those overheads that are emitting Roux's laser showers?  Not just the huge 6-lamp individuals, but the single lamp ones as well?   Like THIS one, near the top of Piedmont Road, and the one outside the Meeting room up at the Hall?  Ag, it's a theory is all, and it's set to stay that way...
Interesting to find that I'd taken a picture of the fire-hydrant that had been moved from across the street onto Balliram's verge HERE just a week before the overheads were replaced... With it's bright blue-painted top, I've no doubt the lasers find it enchanting, and it would give Balliram total control over the waterlines as well..

So ja - 2010 stands out for the huge Lotto-funded upgrades made across at the mini base station at St. Theresa's, and the new and improved overheads and fire hydrant, not to mention it was probably around that time that the over-qualified RF Engineer, Rezah Isaacs (ex Sentech) rode into town to share his skills with my Controller...  Now if only I could open the relevant CD's and view all the pictures I took during that period of time, without my Controller gobbling up those he doesn't wish shared publicly.. But of course I can't.. *sighs...Would you care for a dekko?  Hey, you know where I live, and just bring along a fully charged laptop and they're yours to see...

Any of you spot any rockets/flares going up on Monday night to celebrate Guy Fawkes? Less than a handful of Indian Kings have gone off in the last few days, and certainly no brilliant pyrotechnic displays here in our neck of the woods...
The reason?  It did cross my tiny mind to wonder what the flare from a rocket would reveal as it soared up into the so-called free space above the Zone... Thousands upon thousands of brilliant pinpoints of light as Roux's laser showers were revealed in all their glory?  Lights that might prove impossible to ascribe to a standard rocket exploding at it's zenith? Ooops!   Could be awkward, so rather spread the word that pyrotechnics are verboten for the moment at least, and your already eager-to-please sheep will be only to keen to oblige.. *chokes...
Peace julle..

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Wednesday 7th November 2012 at 12.38pm.