Hidden tragedies...
(begun Friday 15th February at 6.30am..)

*Stallage..   I'd booted up at 8.15am and the screen refused to load.  I reset the plugs and tried again unsuccessfully... Third time lucky, just as the GW had predicted... The screen loaded with a window saying that Chrome had crashed.  Relaunch now?  A tad presumptive perhaps? Pffft.. *

When I'd gone up top ten minutes ago, it was to find the view into the Graduate's bedroom has changed again..  Do I think she's a bad person?  No. Not really.  Is she aware that she and her kid are being used to deflect attention from her one-time Tutor and his genuinely murderous activities?  My guess would be yes.. *chirrup! and there's a Knife to the Back, and I have the Pig's added attention as I sit here scribbling at the desk...*  Idiot that I am, I yet have the ability to put myself in other's shoes and to see things from their perspective, and you have to know that the prized Graduate at No. 11 is more tightly bound than any of the victims whose homes she invades to order...
I have to literally force myself away from empathising with her, as I'm momentarily swamped by a cloud of gloom... Her situation is easily as dire as that of any of those who get to feel the sharp edge of her laser sword via their power supplies, or to endure the fumbling skills of her youngest, as he's directed to use the program in our homes... You think I'm kidding?  I wish it were so, but the fact remains that there lies a complicated and yes, a tragic story, and I struggle to see a happy outcome, despite all the grandiose promises they've been made...

You wish me to sign your petition to have the Death Penalty re-instated, when it's already here and operating across the country?   Did good old Tex ever whisper to you of the marvel wrought by Roux and Petruccione's collaborative efforts for our ex-City Manager, Sutcliffe?  Did the Councillor for the Opposition speak in hushed tones of a technology so advanced, that's being used to infiltrate the ranks of the Corrupt, and would ultimately topple them from power?  Why would you not be thrilled by such news?  Why would you not be enchanted by the idea of sticking it to the Trough Feeders at last?  Why would you even think to question the characters of those designated as Monitors, to invade the privacy of the Corrupt, and whether their invasions would come to include the homes of innocents as well?

You're forced to take the Sales Pitch at face value, and trust and hope that the chosen Area Controllers are honest and worthy of the huge responsibility given them?  When Sutcliffe handed over Managerial and Promotional Rights to the Druglord Michael Barnabas here in the Zone, it was easily as good as re-instating the Death Penalty for many of our innocent community members... Fact.   In nine cases out of ten it was to be the innocent and honest who were to pay the ultimate price for having their power supplies accessed and their privacy invaded...

Agent Frost, Sir?  You may be excused from this particular session, as I very much doubt there's so much as a chink left in the exterior shell you've built for yourself, that I could ever hope to penetrate... A suit of armour without which you understandably couldn't survive... It's my bad luck that I can see how you might battle internally with what you used to regard as honesty and integrity, and how you've come to regard those traits as more of a hindrance than anything else... The Surveillance Experiment allows no room for kindness or compassion, and I guess you've learned to deal with each new horror, and plod on regardless?

How many of these Players do I regard as genuinely evil specimens?  Very few, if truth be told... Many of those who go out of their way to cause physical pain to the occupants of the homes they're ordered to invade, are merely Puppets, whose actions are manipulated to the nth degree... It's those that lurk in the shadows behind them that you want to look out for... The truly psychologically disturbed individuals who cannot live without the pleasure of watching individuals suffer in agony, as a result of having their powerlines accessed, and the laser/wireless weaponry unleashed upon them...

Top of that list would have to be the mighty Telecoms Agent, Jannie van Zyl, followed closely by 'Earl' Michael Barnabas, the 'reformed' Emperor of the Zone.. The malevolent spite that pervades those two characters is unimaginable, albeit they are both themselves as manipulated as the lowest ranks in the burgeoning Yellow Army..
Allen Spence?  He doesn't quite make the grade, although I will have said on more than one occasion he deserves a cell at Kokstad's Max Correctional facility.. I'd nearly choked on my tea the other evening when I stumbled across a quote in the newspaper made by another Alan Spence employed by the Muni Electricity Department, in regard to some mischief or other with the power supplies.. A small attempt to deflect attention from the Superintendent of Electricity for Durban by introducing a wekker with such a similar name?  Allen Spence is your man folks, and not this usurper to his throne - Alan Spence... Silliness....*As I edit this update now online, at 9.13am, someone has taken to prodding me in my right side continuously.. Charming.. *

Would Collin P. Balliram make it onto my list of incorrigible evil-doers?  I figure you already know the answer to that one.. Someone who has taken such enormous pleasure for over eight years, in causing immense suffering to the Innocent, can only be regarded by the Planners as prized beyond rubies, which would explain why he remains untouchable... It also goes a long way to showing the efforts gone to, to deflect attention from this truly murderous psychopath, by employing the unfortunate so-called White-hatted Graduate at No. 11 to muddy the waters... *yawns..

It's now 7.30am, and my Master has just decided that it was time the GW was up and about, and the old man's phone rang loudly with the usual query about the sale of his car, effectively rousing him from his slumbers..  The small demonstration of control that the unfortunate SOB next door simply can't live without... It must be at least three weeks since an ad was fraudulently placed in an online site giving the GW's cell number to call, regarding the unbelievably cheap sale of his car... www.usedcarsouthafrica.co.za is near enough to the addie... He'd written them not long after he'd taken the first twenty or thirty enquiries, and had requested they pull the ad, as it was obviously a scam... That's not how it works, is it Balliram? *winks...
I'd bet that site was created for no other purpose than to cause irritation and mischief?  There was never any real intention to scam suckers out of their money, just to drive them nuts with constant calls coming in day and night?  A truly pathetic ploy that reeks of Balliram's juvenile involvement... A ploy that will doubtless be regarded with snide amusement by his cohorts, and will further deflect from his truly foul activities....

It's now 7.45am, and a sudden jab to my left side announces the arrival of - whom?  Is she up and about to take the morning shift, or is it her spawn that sits tucked out of sight over there, being directed to poke away at my side repeatedly, as was done yesterday afternoon continuously, from 4pm onwards?  The kid would have been better served learning an honest trade, and making bucket loads of cash to support his parents, but that ain't the way it's worked out, is it?  Like I said, there are tragedies going on under your noses, that you'll never come to hear about...

Saturday 16th February at 4.15am

One of the aircon units has kicked in fairly quietly, at the same time as the pinch in my lower spine arrived, along with a shrill nearby NAT.. I'd actually been woken at 2.30am with a truly venomous session of BackFire and Knives to the Back, which had barely ceased when someone was prodding away at my side... Master Class in session? *eyeroll...

In the beginning, I'd thought the stolen images taken after dark would probably translate to Balliram's monitor as greenish and fuzzy.. Infra-red or night vision, or whatever it's called.. Turns out I was way off the mark.. You're lying there in a pitch-black room and in winter, under a good few blankets, and yet the technology allows the lasers to pinpoint a precise area of your body for your Attacker to focus on... That's pretty darned impressive, wouldn't you say?  Never mind that they may zoom in and read the written word over your shoulder...
Course, in our case it's been somewhat simplified, and it's rather like shooting fish in a barrel, with so many bounce-off laser attractor points applied both in and out of our home in our absence... Even so, it's darned amazing, and hardly surprising the youthful Recruits/Gamers become so addicted to it, never mind their scurvy Tutors... *gags..

Where was the Controller for Pistorius' larnie complex when the shit hit the fan?  Every last second of that tragedy caught for posterity?  Not yet linked to the Grid? More lies..  The fellow was a local celebrity and as such would've been of great interest to the Privacy Invaders.. That's the whole point of the Monitoring, is it not?  To get personal data on everyone, and if they're any sort of public figure, even better... So - Was it an addiction to some sort of steroid that had the chap burning such a short fuse, or is there a tower nearby his home?  Both?  Was he suffering from Mast Rage, due to the amount of wireless frequencies being flooded into his home?  Both little Penny and Sue the Book's kid have been down that road, and it ain't pleasant... Will the Telecom's Agent ever admit that Oscar's home was wired, and his privacy regularly invaded, and that the footage of the murder is doing the rounds among the more privileged even as I scribble here?  Highly unlikely..

You might want to go check out Caxton's www.looklocal.co.za site, and scan through the recent articles to get an idea which areas are currently being wired up down our way... Tales of 100-year old trees being randomly destroyed by Muni Contractors (for LOS), and huge unattended-to water losses continue to give the game away and make the news, although I didn't see any mention of electrical fires wiping out anyone's home this past week...
Balliram had kicked off almost as soon as I'd put the bedside light off last night around 8pm.. By 8.45pm I'd hauled out the Olympus to catch all THESE spheres hanging on the walls.. The cocky buggers didn't even try to hide...
Peace...

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Saturday 16th February 2013 at 9.22am...