CALLING THE SHOTS..
(begun Monday 16th January at 3.40am..)
I only had a couple of candles burning here at the desk, so when I heard the bang at 3.20am, I'd thought it was an accident nearby. Silly me. Sue had called a minute later and said that Friday's three new copper lines had just bitten the dust, and the GW had staggered forth and gotten us an official Faults number right away. *yawns..
Can E.S. Electrical or 3-Core Electrical account for where ALL their vehicles were at 3.20am this morning? *winks.. I'd seen my old friends the Mthiyane Contractors pulled in near the Westville Hotel last Thursday, while they unloaded a gang of wekkers kitted out in Muni blue.. The same old pole scramblers as always, though it's an upgraded bakkie with a logo that now reads Mthiyane Plant Hire... Plant hire se GAT! *grins...
I'd been chatting to my Vice Chair at lunchtime yesterday, when he'd reminded me that his adsl service had been playing up and switching itself off for over a month. At that point my cellphone had been down to one bar and I'd warned him that my phone was about to die.. Which it did a minute later, at precisely the same moment as the GW lost our iBurst Connection on the PC.. Hau! I'd been sitting in front of the TV at the time and there'd been no sign of a dip or surge on the screen. He'd re-started and re-connected only for the computer to switch off again, much as I guess my VC had just been saying is happening to his adsl... *yawns...
Obviously Balliram had at that point felt the overwhelming need to demonstrate the simplicity of that particular bit of mischief, and couldn't help himself...
During the course of conversation my VC had casually mentioned that he's being bothered greatly by cramps, never mind the gout-like symptoms with his feet and ankles, though I didn't get to ask him whether they're the weird shin-cramps that I've blogged more than once in the past...
Things are getting really interesting, as he also tells me that she's told him that SHE now also has gout, but in her knee... *blinks.. Does her friend Earl imagine that if he puts her on the Pain-Wagon I will assume I've been wrong, and that in fact she's one of us? *interested..
Am I meant to believe that once the promises he made regarding her kid's political aspirations failed to materialise, she's turned against her would-be Mentor? *snorts...
Dominic? *waves... You managed to pick up any conversations in her home that could confirm this? I explained to my VC that I felt her latest brief was a fairly simple one, and that all it probably entailed was to break down the trust he has in me.. To slowly, and bit by bit, chip away until he writes me off for good...
Certainly not a task that with her awesome skills, would cause her to even break sweat.... Playing people off against each other appears to have become the Druglord's forte, and with access to their most intimate of conversations, it's now a simple matter to stir the pot, ne Earl? *winks..
The way I see it, is that while your failure to deliver on your promises this time, may cause her to look at you sideways, all it would take was one phone-call and a demonstration of Good Faith to have her safely back in the Fold...
BTW, I forgot to mention that I'd spoken to my VC much earlier in the day, while he was out and about, and he'd said he'd be staying home for the afternoon as he had work to do... Unsurprisingly then that when he'd called me at lunchtime it was to say he'd arrived home to a powercut... The Sad Creature simply can't resist temptation... *shrugs...
LATER at 5.55am
It must have been well after 4am when I'd gingerly clambered back on board the Sacrificial Altar and had been allowed to fall asleep... At 5.30am on the nose our Controller decided I'd had enough kip, and hit the top of my thigh with everything he had... As there's absolutely no arguing with a psychopath, I gave up and got up... Though that astonishing pain has miraculously since disappeared as I sit here at the desk, the relentless attacks on that specific area over the past month cannot but have crippled me forever... *shrugs..
LATER AT 7.24AM
Worth mentioning is that the courtyard is dry, as are the steps leading to the road. A road which looks remarkably as though a river passed down it during the night.. Are such details visible on the real-time google street view, and if you'd had ours pulled up on your screen between midnight and 3am, could you have witnessed such a runoff? *curious...
Is it sufficient to read in the press that the Fat Cat officials are going down like ninepins, quite clearly in main due to the fantabulously invasive properties of the Wireless Project? It doesn't bother you that so few are actually brought to book for their greed, at the expense of the country's power and water supplies?
That just in our tiny corner of Ethekwini alone, millions upon millions of litres of water have had to be deliberately wasted since 2005, on behalf of this Invasive Scheme?
A corner of the city that apart from Balliram himself and several of his cronies, holds no criminals of a stature that could begin to justify this appalling waste? *curious...
Seven years later and they still don't appear to have got it right?
Mr. Spence's highly technical computerised anti-theft devices have turned out to be the joke I'd predicted, and the new water lines laid, appear to 'burst' as often as the old ones did... Apart from our designated Area Controller's stunning successes in destroying our health by a means already heavily documented in other countries, and thereby providing endless cruel entertainment for the otherwise bored-out-of-their-wits Troops, I see nothing to justify the vast sums of money poured into this tiny area.. But then I wouldn't, would I? *winks...
Tuesday 17th January at 5.20am
It must have been mid-morning when the GW had said there was a ladder up against our pole.. Halleluja! I'd gone into my kid's room and studied the droog at the top of Baliram's pole, and the thick single-line cabling that he was struggling with, before fetching a 2-litre bottle of iced water for the crew. I'd painstakingly made it to the top only to find that it wasnt the Raw Power gang doing the job this time, but a different lot altogether..
I expressed my delight to the Head Honcho who'd emerged from the seat of his bakkie at my call, and asked him whether they were the E.S. Contractors I'd seen by the Madressa last Thursday, stringing up that humungously heavy-duty cabling...
Yes, he'd replied. They were the same crew that did that job, but they weren't the E.S. Contractors, but the ---- and at that point the gentleman turned back the collar of his red work jacket and studied the logo on the pocket before showing it to me.. The DJF Contractors! *falls over laughing...
Quite clearly the chap had to check to see which of the myriad Muni-created Contractors he was managing on this occasion, and when I'd offered him some cigarettes for his wekkers, he'd had to ask the fellow up the ladder whether he smoked.. Something that, as the GW had pointed out later, he would've known had he worked regularly with that crew.. *shrugs...
Small errors I grant you, but they go a long way to confirming my allegations that these contractors never know whether their next callout will be to cut and remove cables, or to replace the ones that their counterparts nicked the night before... Sies vir julle....
Our power came back on at 1pm sharp, and I'd sent a text to Sue the Book straight away, as she was at work and no doubt anxious about her old mum being without power..
It had come as a nasty surprise then, when Missus B.Snr. had called me at 6.20pm yesterday evening to ask if our power was on.. *vomits..
We'd checked only to find that while the rest of us suckers had had our lights restored, for some reason only No. 4 remained without theirs..
When I'd gone up top to see the GW off after midday, the crew had still been hard at it, and I'd remarked to my SO how I'd watched a redsuit-kitted droog as he'd stood at Balliram's gates as if he were waiting for something.. How a minute later he'd looked down the drive, given a thumbs up, and grinned... Was he confirming that they'd seen to it that No. 4's power would remain dead after the switch-on at 1pm? Was he simply looking at No. 25 (the maid) or the home-owner himself, at the time? Oops?
Oddly enough I'd subsequently had 2 calls during the afternoon. One from Ephraim? asking whether my lights were back on, and much later, the official call where the lady was clearly marking off the work-load for the day, and I'd expressed my thanks to both..
I'd sent another text to Spence straight after Missus B.Snr's call, and I'd mentioned my disappointment at this latest dodgy behaviour. Whether he got it or not, is unknown.. Fact - the slimy Bastard next door had seen to it that my friend's power wasn't restored at 1pm, and I'd not be surprised to find that even now they remain without electricity, and have done since 3.20am yesterday morning..
The thing of it is, Al old boy, that 'they' don't all look the same by a long shot, and I could pick that guy out of a line-up with ease, were you to care to follow up my accusations.. Let's ask him exactly WHO he was looking at, down in Balliram's property, and who warranted that nod and thumbs up just before the crew packed up and left, and whether or not he knows why No. 4's power didn't go back on with ours...
I'd noticed later on last night that the overheads by Kasim's at No. 2 were out as well, and I guess Mr. Smarmy will cover his tracks by saying he's merely filling his load-shedding quota and that B.Snr's home was included in the exercise.. *spews..
A right bunch you signed up to work alongside, hey Mistuh Spence, and you're most certainly not calling the shots in this neck of the woods, and never have... A fact that in no way makes you any less guilty of what's going on here....
C'mon Al - How's about you hook up with Karl Muller and Tracey-Lee Dorny and come knock on our doors to find out exactly what's been done to us since you handed over the power circuits in 2005 to a carefully disguised Druglord and his minions?
Then let's get a Sunday Times journo in to do a piece on the OTHER side of the Project designed to oust the Ruling Party, where it would reveal that the corrupt FatCats outed by the surveillance technology are not one iota as wicked as those actually running the scheme..
Peace..
---oOo---
Tuesday 17th January 2012 at 10.23am..
Monday, January 16, 2012
CATCHEE MONKEY...?
(begun Sunday 15th January at 12.55am)
A couple more hours of kip would've been a treat, but hey, we were brought up to make do, and make do I shall...
The top of my outer thigh is taking rather longer than usual to forget how badly it was being assaulted just twenty minutes ago, and Millie the Gross still gnashes her teeth furiously...
Godknows what keeps him at it night after bleeding night, but I'm guessing the description Psychopath isn't far off the mark at all...
When debbie had come out with that remark all those years back, along the lines of 'an individual abusing the power he's been given', I'd clung to it like a drowning rat to a straw, and had foolishly thought she'd been aware of the Wireless Project and the recruitments taking place at mybroadband...
In the cold light of day however, it's more likely she was referring to Balliram's online status, and had no inkling of the hell we were being put through, here in the Zone, by someone she'd regarded as little more than an Internet Bully... Nothing has brought home to me the futility of my quest more, than glancing at those pages of single-lined gibberish yesterday.
How could anyone in their right mind be expected to take the author of that hysteria seriously?
I've always tended to use the boy who cried wolf as a metaphor for my situation, but of course that's not right by a long shot... There've been any number of genuine wolves prowling about, and they certainly weren't figments of my imagination...
*The muted wireless song has just ceased and been replaced by the tentative squeak of a wirelessed nunu device, as the heat here at the desk goes up and up....*
Trotting out excuses for my years of mainly non-confrontational diatribes (oxymoron?) is pretty pointless at this late stage, and I've no doubt that those of you blessed with logic and commonsense would've seen a dozen other paths I could've taken, rather than shrieking mindlessly like a banshee in Outlook Express...
On the plus side, as green and thick as I was, some of my guesses weren't too shabby in the long run, and I'd have to say the fact that we had our computer zombied courtesy of Collin P. Balliram in 2003 was the truth, and that we were subsequently handed over to the GuptaBoyz and Sahara for official monitoring in the same year, was obvious from all the Norton Firewall log printouts that I shredded yesterday... *yawns..
Why didn't the GW take umbrage at this early violation of our privacy? I was using Mirc to play trivia in IRC and downloading music using Kazaa.lite, and he'd read about both of them and ascribed the mischief to that fact, rather than to a personal and dedicated effort being made by a veangeful neighbour whom I'd embarrassed online...*shrugs...
He's certainly never accepted that we'd been zombied or that we had the GuptaBoys and Gary Alexander on board.. Shame...
It wasn't long after that, in 2004, that I found myself facing the red-eyed Muni Project's Manager over our top wall, as he earnestly assured me that he avoided using computers as much as he could..
*Suddenly it's raining hard outside.. A delightful sound, as unexpected as it is...*
Clearly rubbish, as it was he himself who'd described the spaghetti installed on our streetlights as Highly Technical Computerised Anti-Theft devices.. *blinks... It's still a bloody puzzle how a fully qualified Electrical Engineer came to be consorting happily with the likes of the Curry Mob-affiliated Glen Nayager and his IT Monkey, the Cracker Balliram, though I believe that Tweedledumb and his Monkey had been recruited specifically by Michael Barnbabas, and they came with the deal...
Whether the Druglord dealt personally with Sutcliffe in matters pertaining to the Project, or whether a less dodgy intermediary was used, is unknown...
Frankly I wouldn't be surprised to find that Francesco Petruccione had met Barnabas socially on at least one occasion, if not more...
Would I be giving Jannie van Zyl more credit than he deserves, were I to suggest that he himself sat in on several Meetings with Sutcliffe and Petruccione during 2003 and 2004? As a self-confessed Strategist for the telecoms industry, our Jannie has carefully and deliberately underplayed his role in the Project from the getgo... One glimpse of the mybroadband get-together pictures and his glass eyrie perched atop a hillside was all it took this Simpleton to figure out that everyone's best mate, Sir Frangelica, was in fact a lead Player in this deadly game..
I've said it before Janneman, and here it is again - Siyabona...*waves...
The cherry on the top was the current 'what do forumites names make you think of ? thread in mybroadband's Off Topic Forum, where some wag had added jannievanzyl's nick to his list, and had simply typed tech next to it..*chokes.. A deliberate misnomer of hysterical proportions, fosho...
*It's now 2.25am and I've just taken Cola outside for a dump. The rain has stopped, and there's a fearsome rough Wireless Song filling the valley.. My Controller confirmed his dedication to duty by activating a couple of his wirelessed nunus for my benefit, as I stood there on the verandah...*
Is there really some sort of secret society along the lines of die broederbond, that have been manipulating Telkom from the shadows for decades? Despite that I'm aware it's not helpful to my case in any way to drop these wild conspiracy theories about, for some reason the idea of a brotherhood of boere keeps popping unbidden into my head...
Is Pieter Bezuidenhout still down at Roggebaai, or did he really retire, Jannie? And whose idea was it to use the likes of Agliotti and Barnabas and their counterparts across the country, to achieve maximum coverage in the minimum time? Vodafone? Is that how it was done in the UK? Did tenders go out when it came time to choose the birthplace for the Wireless Project, or was Barnabas and the Zone always to be the kick-off point, due to Mo Shaik's careful appointment as Head of Intelligence, and the fact that he's a Sydenham homie?
Was Spence told even before the Project's start-up that he'd be working closely with criminals, and that doing so was the quickest means of getting the technology to cover the area? It's remarkable how an otherwise well-educated and supposedly civilized individual could be so easily convinced to fraternise with the very dregs of society, but that's exactly what came to pass, and our Al actually found he had a taste for the lies and cruelty that go hand in hand with this Wireless Project...
Our Mr. Spence Jnr. (whose daddy coincidentally was also a Sparky with the Durban Municipality), has embraced his new role with enthusiasm... To play a prestigeous part in preventing Armageddon from taking place in South Africa, was something he'd never imagined doing in his wildest dreams...
A shame then that the role he plays in the continued torture of the original test dummies here in the Crescent, diminishes him from Hero to Criminal...
That he's now so deeply embroiled in this den of thieves that he's simply opted to settle back and make the most of it.. We all have a streak of cruelty, do we not Mistuh Spence? Some, way more than others... *shrugs..
LATER at 3.15am
Having brutally yanked me from my fitful slumbers at 1am, it appears from the repeated activation of his nearby wireless enhancer that he's very much the busy beaver, even at this hour, and the continued high level of BackFire confirms this..
Do you still persist in adding a bucketful of salt to my allegations of Balliram's murderous activities? Or have you come to accept that I've proven beyond a reasonable doubt that Collin P. Balliram is one sick puppy who has found his forte to be physically assaulting far more innocent homeowners than just we guinea pigs down here?
That the heavily-camouflaged Barnabas, who so generously set you or your kid up with a lucrative little business sometime within the last ten years, had a clear agenda, and that as a result, the fellow owns far more than just the dozens of properties dotted about the Zone.. That in fact he now owns both you and your family, and your undying support. Godhelpyou were you to try and distance yourself from this apparently mild-mannered criminal, for by now he will have had his Monkey in your power system, eavesdropping on your private conversations, in order to ascertain just how loyal you really are..
Frankly he could care less about the health risks that go hand in hand with the Information Theft technology.
Enjoy the laptops and the smartphones and even the little second-hand cars that your Benefactor sees to it you receive, and if you bow and scrape deeply enough, and do as you're told, odds are that he'll miss the beads of sweat on your brow, and the inner-turmoil that's driving you nuts... Better men and women than you have fallen for this gigantic scam, and you're not alone in being rooted to the spot by fear... *shrugs..
My VC insists on saying that I'm the only person he really trusts, and I suspect that this statement, overheard on more than one occasion by our BigEars, has worked like a red flag to a bull... Well, not so much bull as mule... *winks..
Undermine his trust with carefully made mischief, and you'll be suitably rewarded? I'm as much in awe of her skills today as I ever was.. If the standard method of entrapment has been seen as a no-go, I guess it didn't take too long to figure out a work-around? Softly, softly, catchee Monkey?
Peace..
---oOo---
Monday 16th January 2012 at 2.31pm.
(begun Sunday 15th January at 12.55am)
A couple more hours of kip would've been a treat, but hey, we were brought up to make do, and make do I shall...
The top of my outer thigh is taking rather longer than usual to forget how badly it was being assaulted just twenty minutes ago, and Millie the Gross still gnashes her teeth furiously...
Godknows what keeps him at it night after bleeding night, but I'm guessing the description Psychopath isn't far off the mark at all...
When debbie had come out with that remark all those years back, along the lines of 'an individual abusing the power he's been given', I'd clung to it like a drowning rat to a straw, and had foolishly thought she'd been aware of the Wireless Project and the recruitments taking place at mybroadband...
In the cold light of day however, it's more likely she was referring to Balliram's online status, and had no inkling of the hell we were being put through, here in the Zone, by someone she'd regarded as little more than an Internet Bully... Nothing has brought home to me the futility of my quest more, than glancing at those pages of single-lined gibberish yesterday.
How could anyone in their right mind be expected to take the author of that hysteria seriously?
I've always tended to use the boy who cried wolf as a metaphor for my situation, but of course that's not right by a long shot... There've been any number of genuine wolves prowling about, and they certainly weren't figments of my imagination...
*The muted wireless song has just ceased and been replaced by the tentative squeak of a wirelessed nunu device, as the heat here at the desk goes up and up....*
Trotting out excuses for my years of mainly non-confrontational diatribes (oxymoron?) is pretty pointless at this late stage, and I've no doubt that those of you blessed with logic and commonsense would've seen a dozen other paths I could've taken, rather than shrieking mindlessly like a banshee in Outlook Express...
On the plus side, as green and thick as I was, some of my guesses weren't too shabby in the long run, and I'd have to say the fact that we had our computer zombied courtesy of Collin P. Balliram in 2003 was the truth, and that we were subsequently handed over to the GuptaBoyz and Sahara for official monitoring in the same year, was obvious from all the Norton Firewall log printouts that I shredded yesterday... *yawns..
Why didn't the GW take umbrage at this early violation of our privacy? I was using Mirc to play trivia in IRC and downloading music using Kazaa.lite, and he'd read about both of them and ascribed the mischief to that fact, rather than to a personal and dedicated effort being made by a veangeful neighbour whom I'd embarrassed online...*shrugs...
He's certainly never accepted that we'd been zombied or that we had the GuptaBoys and Gary Alexander on board.. Shame...
It wasn't long after that, in 2004, that I found myself facing the red-eyed Muni Project's Manager over our top wall, as he earnestly assured me that he avoided using computers as much as he could..
*Suddenly it's raining hard outside.. A delightful sound, as unexpected as it is...*
Clearly rubbish, as it was he himself who'd described the spaghetti installed on our streetlights as Highly Technical Computerised Anti-Theft devices.. *blinks... It's still a bloody puzzle how a fully qualified Electrical Engineer came to be consorting happily with the likes of the Curry Mob-affiliated Glen Nayager and his IT Monkey, the Cracker Balliram, though I believe that Tweedledumb and his Monkey had been recruited specifically by Michael Barnbabas, and they came with the deal...
Whether the Druglord dealt personally with Sutcliffe in matters pertaining to the Project, or whether a less dodgy intermediary was used, is unknown...
Frankly I wouldn't be surprised to find that Francesco Petruccione had met Barnabas socially on at least one occasion, if not more...
Would I be giving Jannie van Zyl more credit than he deserves, were I to suggest that he himself sat in on several Meetings with Sutcliffe and Petruccione during 2003 and 2004? As a self-confessed Strategist for the telecoms industry, our Jannie has carefully and deliberately underplayed his role in the Project from the getgo... One glimpse of the mybroadband get-together pictures and his glass eyrie perched atop a hillside was all it took this Simpleton to figure out that everyone's best mate, Sir Frangelica, was in fact a lead Player in this deadly game..
I've said it before Janneman, and here it is again - Siyabona...*waves...
The cherry on the top was the current 'what do forumites names make you think of ? thread in mybroadband's Off Topic Forum, where some wag had added jannievanzyl's nick to his list, and had simply typed tech next to it..*chokes.. A deliberate misnomer of hysterical proportions, fosho...
*It's now 2.25am and I've just taken Cola outside for a dump. The rain has stopped, and there's a fearsome rough Wireless Song filling the valley.. My Controller confirmed his dedication to duty by activating a couple of his wirelessed nunus for my benefit, as I stood there on the verandah...*
Is there really some sort of secret society along the lines of die broederbond, that have been manipulating Telkom from the shadows for decades? Despite that I'm aware it's not helpful to my case in any way to drop these wild conspiracy theories about, for some reason the idea of a brotherhood of boere keeps popping unbidden into my head...
Is Pieter Bezuidenhout still down at Roggebaai, or did he really retire, Jannie? And whose idea was it to use the likes of Agliotti and Barnabas and their counterparts across the country, to achieve maximum coverage in the minimum time? Vodafone? Is that how it was done in the UK? Did tenders go out when it came time to choose the birthplace for the Wireless Project, or was Barnabas and the Zone always to be the kick-off point, due to Mo Shaik's careful appointment as Head of Intelligence, and the fact that he's a Sydenham homie?
Was Spence told even before the Project's start-up that he'd be working closely with criminals, and that doing so was the quickest means of getting the technology to cover the area? It's remarkable how an otherwise well-educated and supposedly civilized individual could be so easily convinced to fraternise with the very dregs of society, but that's exactly what came to pass, and our Al actually found he had a taste for the lies and cruelty that go hand in hand with this Wireless Project...
Our Mr. Spence Jnr. (whose daddy coincidentally was also a Sparky with the Durban Municipality), has embraced his new role with enthusiasm... To play a prestigeous part in preventing Armageddon from taking place in South Africa, was something he'd never imagined doing in his wildest dreams...
A shame then that the role he plays in the continued torture of the original test dummies here in the Crescent, diminishes him from Hero to Criminal...
That he's now so deeply embroiled in this den of thieves that he's simply opted to settle back and make the most of it.. We all have a streak of cruelty, do we not Mistuh Spence? Some, way more than others... *shrugs..
LATER at 3.15am
Having brutally yanked me from my fitful slumbers at 1am, it appears from the repeated activation of his nearby wireless enhancer that he's very much the busy beaver, even at this hour, and the continued high level of BackFire confirms this..
Do you still persist in adding a bucketful of salt to my allegations of Balliram's murderous activities? Or have you come to accept that I've proven beyond a reasonable doubt that Collin P. Balliram is one sick puppy who has found his forte to be physically assaulting far more innocent homeowners than just we guinea pigs down here?
That the heavily-camouflaged Barnabas, who so generously set you or your kid up with a lucrative little business sometime within the last ten years, had a clear agenda, and that as a result, the fellow owns far more than just the dozens of properties dotted about the Zone.. That in fact he now owns both you and your family, and your undying support. Godhelpyou were you to try and distance yourself from this apparently mild-mannered criminal, for by now he will have had his Monkey in your power system, eavesdropping on your private conversations, in order to ascertain just how loyal you really are..
Frankly he could care less about the health risks that go hand in hand with the Information Theft technology.
Enjoy the laptops and the smartphones and even the little second-hand cars that your Benefactor sees to it you receive, and if you bow and scrape deeply enough, and do as you're told, odds are that he'll miss the beads of sweat on your brow, and the inner-turmoil that's driving you nuts... Better men and women than you have fallen for this gigantic scam, and you're not alone in being rooted to the spot by fear... *shrugs..
My VC insists on saying that I'm the only person he really trusts, and I suspect that this statement, overheard on more than one occasion by our BigEars, has worked like a red flag to a bull... Well, not so much bull as mule... *winks..
Undermine his trust with carefully made mischief, and you'll be suitably rewarded? I'm as much in awe of her skills today as I ever was.. If the standard method of entrapment has been seen as a no-go, I guess it didn't take too long to figure out a work-around? Softly, softly, catchee Monkey?
Peace..
---oOo---
Monday 16th January 2012 at 2.31pm.
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