The sound of mischief...
(begun Saturday 19th January at 6.15am..)
That unpleasant noise that had kicked in suddenly, while we were cruising around Hillcrest on Thursday, had me go up now with the Panasonic to take some pictures of the wheels and their mechanisms under the Polo.. Did I find anything unusual, that could've led to that erratic sound?
As much as he tried, the GW couldn't recreate it.. Touching the brakes hard or softly didn't cause the noise to re-occur, and going around different corners with my head hanging out of the window didn't cause so much as a squeak...
Bearing in mind that your sadistic so-called Expert in the Field had shown off his long-distance skills once before when we were up in Hillcrest, by killing the Polo's remote, chances are that disturbing sound was being created remotely as well... Too far fetched, even for me? Rubbish. Keep up guys, for like I keep telling you, the magic of wireless knows no bounds...
While I found only one point of interest behind the back passenger side wheel HERE, I thought I'd include the front wheels while I was up there, just in case... Anyone care to tellus what THIS is? I was that startled when I'd looked at the results, that I'd heaved my bulk back up those 52 stairs, to take some more shots..
Do you still rotate your tyres as was recommended in the old days? *interested... Is that done as a matter of course when your vehicle goes in for it's regular service? Is there a logical explanation for the Polo's two front tyres bearing that pretty blue pattern HERE, that's nowhere to be found on either of the back tyres? See how it matches the blue garden refuse bag exactly? A colour that I've previously suggested may have been chosen specifically for it's appeal to the lasers? *waves to the clever Goblins at Cobalt....
I'm going to have to stagger back up there and have another dekko to see what that pattern looks like to the naked eye.. I've told you how the GW's car has provided a useful booster point for the technology, sitting up there on our driveway in the open... How it's on-board computer is OWNED by the Criminal Next Door, and how the audible thunks as it's system was activated yesterday, were carelessly made as I stood next to the car...
I've pictures showing the eerie green glow that appears to come off the front grille, long after it's been parked off for the night, and it's cooled down...
Am I telling you stuff that you know already? Is Booysens aware that his own personal vehicle is most likely compromised, as is yours? That the Mob have their contacts planted at all the reputable dealers across town? That's about right, hey Dom? I see you sent me an e-card yesterday.. Thanks, but no thanks.. There's a problem with your gmail chat function? You and halicon were both together in gmail a couple of days ago, and you'd had more than enough time to initiate a chat, so wassup, dewd?
Anyways, back to the Head of the Cato Manor violent crimes Unit... Do you already have an Advisor to tell you of the myriad ways you can be tracked, and your off-air conversations relayed back to an interested Eavesdropper? *studies Major Booysens...
Taking strain in your joints yet? Maybe a persistent dry cough that tightens up your chest and wont go away? Black curtains on your house windows might help, but it ain't going to keep the buggers out of your power supplies, inside of your home.. You've got aircon? One of the units had to go into the shop last year? Well, I'm guessing you already know all about how easy it is to rig up a booster device in those particular devices? *winks at Majoor Groenewald.... Any problems with your geyser? Has your Missus got herself a larnie computerised washing machine, purchased within the last two or three years? See, if Thoshan and his buddies want to keep tabs on you, it's unlikely you'll keep them out...
Who keeps your garden neat and tidy? Does your trusty wekker reside in a jondolo with a somehow untouchable illegal power connection, and a subsidised subscription to Mr. Bekker's delightfully mind-numbing Multi-Choice offerings? Right now Johan, you need yourself someone who's ultra-paranoid. Someone just like this old fart, who's had several of your colleagues chuckling snidely for years, but who's finally woken up.. Right down to the copper sulfate compound carefully applied to the screw heads on our chrome-plated door handles, in order to attract the lasers indoors, could I fill you in on a few details that may just have been omitted from the Sales Pitch you personally were fed...
Are you going to sit back and watch as your good officers are knocked off one by one, by the Recruits hand-picked by a Druglord, for their criminal tendencies?
LATER at 9.20am
I updated my blog after 7am without incident, and eventually I went and had another look at the Cato Manor Facebook page, and their web page as well... You want to chat about Eva's untimely death due to a bacterial infection of the heart? He saw a cardiologist before he passed away? Was that so-called specialist in actual fact baffled as to how the cop had acquired that infection, and did he admit it to anyone at the time? I'll say it again, FFS.. There are NO doctors in this country who are qualified to recognize and diagnose radiation-related illnesses... You missed the previous ten times I've told you that? *snarls...
I've probably deleted the picture I took of my scabby old arm blown up like a sausage after Balliram had directed his focus to my left wrist night after night... My enormously swollen elbows a couple of years earlier, had left my GP visibly mystified, and I'd bet good money that whoever diagnosed and treated Eva never came close to a satisfactory reason for that infection...
Is this a part of theThings That Should Never be Discussed Out Loud party line, Mr. van Zyl? Things that may only be hinted at, in order to keep your Recruits toeing the line with fear, but are tossed aside with scorn out in the open?
Eva and Auerbach were taken out, finish and klaar, and despite another search this morning there's still no sign of my comment posted on Tuesday on the Cato Manor Facebook page.. Anything you'd care to share, Pig? Who was it that decided that post was possibly inflammatory and dangerous, and it had to be removed at speed?
Turns out the GW bought four new tyres a couple of months ago, from Tiger Wheel in town... See now, what I have to do is take a damp cloth to those minute and uniform splodges of blue, tucked in between the treads on those two front tyres... They look almost machine applied, but I forgot to check the back of those tyres to see whether the line of blue goes all the way round or not...
They're invisible without my strongest reading specs, and if I'd not taken those photos I'd have been none the wiser.. If they wipe off easily, it should trigger alarm bells..
The conversation I subsequently had with the GW on the subject of tyre rotation, and just what he thought those blue dots were for, was of great interest to BigEars at No. 6, and earned an immediate and loud chirrup of the Pig's remote as he raced to enhance our chatting.. *eyeroll..
LATER at 10.15am
Okay, so I've been back up to take a picture of the rear of the driver's side front wheel and HERE it is.. Those tiny blue dots go in a neat line right around the whole tyre... How and when were they applied, and will they come off with a damp cloth, or require something like paraffin to remove?
Can I guess? When the GW had set off to get his new tyres, the Pig would've tracked him closely, and once he'd established where my SO was going to make his purchase, it would've taken Balliram less than five minutes to establish which of their Mob contacts worked there, and to make a call to have those neat markings applied... Are you beginning to grasp how stunningly simple it now is, to have a target set up?
They've had a decade in which to amass an army of obedient contacts employed at all pertinent outlets, and I'm willing to bet there's an alphabetised data base accessible at the tap of Balliram's keys... Are you curious? Are you going to take some point and shoot pics of your own tyres with the flash, to check whether your car has had surruptitious embellishments added to it?
Am I aware that the GW's brakes can be made to fail or lock up, as he's flying along the Freeway to Gateway, or his engine overheat and catch fire? At the tap of a remote key? More so than most, ja... This Brave New World has gotten off to a really shaky start, controlled as it is by what I can only describe as rank cowards, dancing to an as yet unseen PuppetMaster's tune..
You ain't it Janneman, and nor could any of your Superiors or associates fit the bill.. Any ideas who they ultimately answer to, or is that to remain the best kept secret of this entire inhumane culling experiment?
Peace..
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Sunday 20th January 2013 at 6.39am..
