Carnage...
(begun Monday 17th December at 4.15am..)


Did they sit for hours in a huddle, trying to decide which stolen information they could offer the Good Team, and what should remain hidden?  Was it the Druglord's own idea to have Balliram jump ship and join the other side?  Barnabas would've been getting individual reports from all three of his Stooges, and I'd have to bet it was the Crumb who first began ratting on his Commander... He would've started testing the waters cautiously, and when he discovered his Mentor was interested, the floodgates would've opened, and he probably snitched on all manner of dark, dirty secrets that Nayager had chosen to omit from his own reports...
I'd lay odds that the one-eyed erstwhile Station Head had gone out of his way to gather dirt on his own Mentor as well, and that would've been the straw that finally broke the camel's back...

Was that it?  Nayager, in return for Balliram's safe passage across the fence into the bosom of the Opposition?  Lord, do I have issues with that concept...  As el Monstro fed his new brethren the carefully chosen snippets, did he play down his part in the wickedness he carried out personally as Nayager's IT Monkey and sidekick? *vomits...  Not that they will have cared either way, as you should have come to realise there's very little to choose from, between the two sides operating this inhumane Game...

LATER at 4.55am

The extreme levels of BackFire frequency as I sit here scribbling at the desk, confirm that for the moment at least, the Monster next door has reclaimed ownership of his worthless Labrats... Stuff the camouflage, when there's fun to be had, right Balliram?  Tis the Season to be jolly?
I'd been up top yesterday morning when I'd noticed the very tail end of a vehicle squeezed in behind another, in the Sadist's garage HERE...  The GW told me later that it's been around for four or five days already, and he thinks it's a Tazz or something similar... Slumming it?  Hoping to fly under the radar?  They'd all gone off somewhere yesterday morning, ostensibly leaving THIS guy to hold the fort, though I'd bet good money that his Host had also stayed behind to keep him company, and was at his post lurking in der Bunker as usual...

I'd come down and fetched the Panasonic.. An operation that will have been noted by the beady-eyed criminal next door, so that by the time I'd gone back up and unlocked the garage, he'd had his chommie posed artfully leaning against the front deck railing HERE...  You recognize the chap?  That's a Balliram butt if ever I saw one, but of course that's pure supposition... The only other Balliram of note that I ever stumbled across, was on the Board of Directors at Absa Bank, and somehow I don't see that larnie gentleman being persuaded to use a cheap little car, even to promote a theatrical production intended to fool anyone that might be interested....

LATER at 5.45am

While the hateful BackFire frequency has at last been dumbed down to bearable, it's been replaced by a sudden heatwave.. A wall of hotness that's not restricted to this room, but pervades the entire house..
You want to give us a rundown as to how and why this happens here daily, Allen, my good man? In layman's terms if you wouldn't mind? *studies the Super of Electricity for Durban keenly...  You never did get round to clarifying the reason for those two blue lines of fire running down our front windows, nor did you explain the reason why our powerlines were cut just hours before Ms. Dorny was due to arrive here with her emission measuring devices.... Cat got your tongue, young man?  You've grown so comfortable working alongside criminals, that you see no reason to justify this obvious and blatant abuse?

I've just been back up top to find that pretty much every inch of the Sadist's driveway is filled with cars... *blinks.. Tis the holidays, is it not Master?  And what delightful theatrical productions have you laid on for your guests this year?  Productions that are guaranteed to cause further misery to your own personal guinea-pigs?  Can I guess?  I'd not be surprised if top of your to-do list was a demonstration of the control you wield over the neighbourhood water/sewage lines.. Bingo?  Something that became glaringly clear once the old fire hydrant was removed from below No. 11's wall, and replaced with a smart new one within easy reach of your grubby fingers, on your own verge...

To confirm this, one only had to see the messy laser-enhancing substances applied to the lines entering our house, to know that they were somehow an integral part of this scheme to control every aspect of the citizen's lives, my Master's lines included...   I guess it's fairly predictable that it's our sewage line you've chosen for your Party Piece, and the amount of time young Vincent spent down there under the avo tree and over the wall, would confirm this... Not yet a major catastrophe, chances are the shit will literally hit the fan on either Monday 24th or Tuesday 25th December, when it's quite possible that family will arrive to celebrate with a braai, right next to that line? *winks.. 

Will you now smarmily claim that the idea hadn't crossed your cooked mind, but it's a good one, and you'll see to it asap? *eyeroll.... It's the simplest of things that make your job such a doddle is it not?  The blue glass bottles decorating the GW's windowsill, and the glass bead curtain hanging in the lounge window?  Even something as unremarkable as a couple of discarded dog bones, shining white in the darkness? I've just been out and tossed them over the wall, and have rubbed off some of the yellow-ochre substance put on those rough steps leading down the bank...  The bright green moss comes off easily, as does the cloned Physcia Grisea, though I'd have to assume my efforts are way too late... The flat slate slab he'd balanced upright under the little mulberry tree will be removed as well, though I'm aware these are all futile gestures...

Alas, young Mr. Jali is irritated that the stupid and over-chatty old woman queers at least some of his comfortable pitch, after all these years, but of the two of us there's no question he's the brighter, and he'll figure out ways to continue pleasing his Jaguar's Club Handler in the end... *sighs...  As useful as he's proved to be, sitting up in the Palmiet jondolo, he'll be regarded by his Handlers as expendible, and easily replaced, and for that reason I continue to watch his health with keen interest...  Has it sunk in that the very technology he employs can be turned on him, and that he can fall ill overnight, and within an astonishingly short period of time he could be just another forgotten statistic?  Like I said, when you have so little to begin with, you'll be all too grateful and willing to dance to your benefactor's tune, no matter what it entails...  *applauds the Planners for their foresight...

As the number of guests increase next door at the ChickenCoop, so will our persecution be stepped up.. Even now at 6.30am, someone has just begun prodding away at Millie senselessly...
He'd come on in at 1am this morning, with a bang, and had thought to repeat his performance of the night before, and I'd muttered aloud for their benefit, and asked whether Missus Courageous and her girls would be proud of him were they to know the true extent of his endeavours... The sheer savagery and perversion that is part and parcel of a side to him she declines to see or accept, and that he'd like to keep that way... *vomits...  I'd been allowed to sleep after that, though I've no doubt he'd busied himself showing off cruelly in some of his other target's homes, to their cost...
At 3am I'd woken to hear the doef-doef music from der Bunker as I was treated to more jabs from his cattle prod....
A reminder of his ownership that's unnecessary in the extreme, but one that his bullying insecurities will have him employing for the rest of my days...

Are the Good guys making any headway at all?  As truly insignificant a part of this Grandiose Scheme as I am, I'll repeat - Why can godschild not show me the areas on our property that should be cleared to facilitate the laser's path, and I can see to it that it's done?  I'm as enchanted by the laser activity as the next Fool, and my beef is now, and always has been, with the quality of the designated Area Controllers and their close bonds to Organised crime... Why do the Chosen not volunteer their own homes to be used as Hacker Hubs, unless it's common knowledge there's a high risk that the occupant's health will be damaged?  The swift ruination of our hearing and eyesight are sterling examples that this is indeed the case, so best to allow this abomination to continue?

I'd gone out on the front lawn after dark last night, and each time the Olympus' flash had gone off, the air was filled with particles of gold dust.. Have you tried it yet? *waves to the Director.. I would be astonished if the air over in Hugo Road wasn't filled with the same prettiness, or are you afraid you'll be seen and snitched on, were you to try this simple to achieve exercise?
That's the beauty of all this careful planning, hey Earl?  The citizens of your Empire no longer know who they can trust, and who is tasked to report to you, on whom...
I'd be remiss if I didn't admit that this most recent increase in assaults has me thinking more and more about freedom and flying, but as I can't afford to fluff it a second time, I guess you're stuck with me for a while longer..

The clouds have rolled in, and I should go do a few chores on this pleasantly grey morning.. Look out for yourselves, and be happy while you can...
Peace...

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Monday 17th December 2012 at 8.25am.