There ain't no fool like....
(begun Sunday 23rd December at 10.15am...)
Not so much as a hint of unease, that you may just be staring Truth in the face, right this minute? That your orders to stay silent at all costs, and to ignore the yipping Labrat's cries for help, (in case my mouthiness alerts the Corrupt in the ruling Party to the dedicated attempts being made to topple them), could be simply another stalling exercise?
Apart from being employed to deliberately soften the citizens of this country by engineering crime on a massive scale, what has this particular surveillance technology achieved so far? A mass increase in painfully debilitating illnesses, and often death, which are questionably, all well worth the inroads you've made against the Trough-Feeders?
What bloody inroads? Why don't you sit back and study the growing ranks of the Yellow Army.. A whole new breed they are, as they're brainwashed into setting aside their moral integrity, and encouraged to find honour in their new profession..*chokes.. Are you assured that Balliram is just one exception to the ranks of what are otherwise good, honest, soldiers? Lordhavemercy, but a bigger crock would be impossible to find... The Sadist next door is no darned exception to anything, but is rather the Poster Boy for all cadets to aspire to...
Do you wisely keep your thoughts to yourself these days, halicon? Or do you take a chance and whisper them to a fellow officer in the ranks? Do you still find the elaborate secrecy and lies exciting, or have you tired of it yet? Silly question, ja...
What's an old fool to do? Fall silent and let the Pervert coach and egg his clones on, into picking off these ageing oxygen thieves one by one, with an oops! oops! here, and an oops! oops! there? Man, I'd rather go standing up and roaring, than meekly huddled, groaning in a corner...
Such a beautiful country with so much potential, and we never stood a chance... Someone in the shadows behind the telecom's giants decided we were a prize worth going after, and the rest is history, ne Jannie? Meticulously planned down to the last frigging detail, we were an accident waiting to happen, and the ease with which we've all been manipulated, one way or another, is mind-boggling...
Monday 24th December at 5.30am..
It ran perfectly all night, and it started up without a hitch when I plugged it in here next to the desk a moment ago... Someone nearby hit the jack, and one of the two tiny red pilot lights went out, and the fan switched off and wouldn't be restarted for love nor money.. Pretty conclusive that the feed to that plug was suddenly drastically altered, wouldn't you say?
Who's on official shift right now? *curious... Someone salivating for points at any cost, or someone so high up the ranks already, they'll engineer that mischief just to feed themselves? I know who I'd put my money on, that's for sure.. *yawns...
They didn't know there were lights on that adaptor, that give the game away so neatly, and clearly when self-gratification overrides caution, you're going to have fairly embarrassing results.
You remember when your genius Tutor used to amuse himself by spiking our hairdryer and switching it off, to suggest that it was overheating? Prameet? Sure you do... Great fun, until I'd pointed out something he'd missed, and that was that I NEVER run the thing on hot, so the whacks he was sending that device were pretty extreme, and gave the mischief away totally... Dangerous games for a responsible Area Monitor to indulge in, don't you think? Though you'd have to be a plank not to realise that Balliram is the furthest from responsible that you could find.. He eats, breathes, and lives malice, and as such is top of the heap as far as Controllers go, ain't that correct Mistuh van Zyl?
The big signal enhancer on the wall a few yards from my kid's room, remains out this morning.. That's not to say it's not pushing out it's usual wireless crud, and I sure hope you picked up on that, way back... A powercut or blackout certainly doesn't always include deactivating the wireless technology on those poles, and you'd be wise to bear that in mind...
The Christmas spirit is certainly in abundance down here in the Zone, and the more misery caused, the merrier, right?
The unfortunate Miss R rang my landline six or seven times last night, but was permitted to say no more than hello, before the line was dropped each time.. A fairly good indication of the level of grey matter that's running this show at the moment...
Who let those curs out? Why you did, simply by being too fearful to speak out, and now you want to keep your fingers crossed that you or yours don't hop onto their To-do list, despite your priviliged position.... Is Miss R to be the Pretender to my Throne? Her trials and tribulations certainly remind me of my early years, of a chicken running amok in circles, with it's head cut off... Great entertainment for Balliram's little army of equally snide and vicious 'soldiers'...
I have my innate stupidity to thank for seeing me through that wall of malice, but I doubt she has that claim to fame and she will no doubt suffer accordingly... Will the hours put in by these pathetic Creatures and their malicious plotting not eventually turn full circle and come back to bite them? Do they seriously think that their IT skills will protect them from fallout?
It's all about living for the moment, is it not Creep? Feeding your warped desires, and to hell with the consequences? Lordknows why I waste quite so many words on a Creature that is by now replicated across the country... All the years I spent out there on irc #trivia, just trying to fit in, only to find my failure was a lucky escape, and that I truly prefer to remain the Village Idiot who clings to the belief that I can still tell right from wrong...
LATER at 6.25am
I'd gone up top in the moonlight at ten past nine, to watch the Airwing chopper as it circled endlessly over the massive stormwater drain renovations on Waterfall Road.. I'm guessing it's being set up much as Bulwer Park is undergoing those enormous changes..? Some sort of water catchment area, vital to the Project?
I eventually grew bored and came back down, as they were clearly going to continue circling until they ran out of gas.. A fairly expensive operation on it's own, paid for by whom? Hey, you can take your pick from any number of countries, and their surreptitious handouts...
I'd been woken sharply at 1am, and by 1.15am someone had Millie shouting the odds, and the cattle prod was being put to good use in my abdomen... That was you? Wow, how clever you are! Give yourself a Cinderella badge and 20 points for courage and heroism, why don't you? *snarls... When I'd finally woken around 4am, the results of all that jabbing and poking were obvious, and my back felt like glass, ready to shatter.. *applauds wildly...
I'd gone out onto the verandah at 4.15am, to be met by the smell of a BushDweller's campfire, and the smoky mist that goes with it... Oddly enough, some two hours later, that misty effect persists, and I very much doubt a vagrant has much to do with it at all... Could it be such a dense layer of spheres all jammed together and forced down by the cloud that's come in since I rose, that's causing that hazy affect? Your guess...
I feel the urge to poke at that still open wound, so why hold back?
It was 2010 when that magnificent 4-phase Lotto funded upgrade began over at St. Theresa's, and IIRC, the Sisters were told that their home was included in the refurbishments, and that they'd simply be shuffled about a bit, until the job was completed... Refurbishments se GAT!! Money was poured in, simply to enhance that establishment's role as a mini-base station for Roux and Petruccione's laser/wireless technology, including the two booster cages that were affixed to the walls outside the orphan's dormitory, above the kitchen and dining room.. *vomits..
Did they finish off by using an EMR repellant paint on that building? They most certainly did not, though what they've done on the Recreation Centre walls is not visible from here, and is anyone's guess... Having achieved what they set out to do, did they simply abandon the balance of the four-phased project, or was it decided that the 'upgrade' to the nunnery itself was going to be so complicated, it would be best just to get rid of those good Sisters once and for all? They could have re-housed them temporarily in those larnie guest rooms down at the Rec Centre, but I'm guessing the emissions in that particular area could prove fatal to those already compromised and elderly ladies?
What a tangled and vicious web this Project weaves, as it trundles inexorably across the country, destroying people's lives literally and figuratively... All to the ultimate Good, Janneman? Whose ultimate good, FFS? The Experiment Authors and Planners have conned both the Good and the Savagely Bad equally, and I should find that some sort of sick consolation? I can't be doing that. Take care and
peace...
PS: As I update online at 8.45am, there's a steady prodding going on in my side here at the desk. Who will claim credit for this cleverness? Are you aware that you're not alone in monitoring us at this moment? Now 8.54am and that cattleprod was hastily tucked away as soon as I mentioned it.. tsk, tsk....
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Monday 24th December 2012 at 8.46am..
