Knocked for six...
(begun Friday 8th March at 4.45am...)


The little dogs can't settle, and there's nothing I can do to help them... Whatever crap is in the house right now, is most certainly as unpleasant for them, as it is for me..
*The first Noise Assisted Transporter kicks in squeaking outside the window, and I shoo at it, and it falls silent...*
I'd looked out of the window at the Chickencoop well before 4.30am, and a few of the longer fronds of eugenia that Vincent had missed were waving about as if in a high wind... I checked elsewhere and there wasn't so much as a movement or breeze anywhere... At 4.32am I went outside to find out what was blowing those leaves about, and I let myself out onto the side path...  Turns out it was THIS aircon unit next to his wall enhancer that was pushing out such a strong wind that it ruffled even my hair as I stood there... Sjoe!

We've never had air conditioning so I haven't a clue how they operate, but it would appear they push as much air out as they do in, and then some... I'd only been standing there for a few seconds when I heard him suddenly raise his voice loudly, and her quieter reply.. Was he actually watching me, and having a go at her at the same time?  When he 'saw' me on the side path, was he sufficiently irritated to increase the volume like that?  Two really seasoned Thespians whose bickering was designed to float over to within my hearing, using the air from the aircon unit?  Double-guessing ain't my game, that's for sure..  Needless to say I was mortified to overhear them arguing and had no intention of sticking around to see what had upset her, and I went swiftly back indoors, embarrassed as hell...   A minute later and a cold little voice in my head said And you accuse the Pig of deliberately causing discord at No. 16?'  Crazy, hey? (Busy editing and the third pink Error Bar pops up.. busy, busy, busy?*

I don't see the Beemer on the driveway, and if I hadn't heard his cawing tones of anger, I'd have assumed he'd pulled another all-nighter elsewhere... Fact is, I'd been through here last night around bedtime, and I'd seen her car outside their gates, and had watched while it pulled back in to the bottom of the drive, and I'd muttered aloud that that was a long day by anyone's standards...
In retrospect, she'd probably had to pull out to let the Creep hide the Beemer in the garage, but it's pointless trying to second guess the games the Dickwad plays... *shrugs..

Ag, maybe I've got it wrong again, and they both just got in around 4am from some glittering function.. Maybe they both had a little too much to drink, and that's what caused them to be louder than usual, despite that it had sounded like a heated row to me... You're offended by my interest in your personal life, Balliram?  Geez, that's rich, coming from you.. How you dare raise your voice to her after all the shit she's put up with over the years amazes me... She's always been the real brains of the outfit, and has stuck by him loyally through thick and thin, and yet there he was, giving her uphill?  Bastard...

Yesterday?  It could've been worse... The Trackers seem to have concentrated on the new Abdomen Frequency, and by the time we'd taken the long way home via Sarnia and Bellair, I was feeling decidedly uncomfortable.. Nothing like the pain of the BackFire frequency, but a deep unpleasant ache that shifts about from my ovary area to under my ribs... Remarkable...
It's now 5.30am, and from a sudden flurry of Knives to the Back I guess she's gone back to bed and he's settled himself in der Bunker to come read over my shoulder... Forewarned has proven a godsend, hey Pigman?   The ability to read my scribbles prior to my going online and publishing, means you and Jannie van Zyl have your denials all neatly lined up in advance...
*First of the pink Error saving bars pops up* If you're repeatedly impressed by the Creature's ability to predict what I'm going to say here, don't be, for the Knob cheats blatantly...

Martin Welz?  Sure I often wonder about his sources, wouldn't you?  That piece on Sasol alone and the phone calls made, was interesting to the point where I had to question whether it was a legitimate whistleblower or three, or whether he has help from those who now freely intercept calls and conversations using the laser/wireless surveillance technology....
The thing I'd most like to ask that heroic Editor, is whether he's had problems with his geyser or aircon units over the past four or five years?  If so, did he have to replace either, or did he call out a repairman to come fiddle about until they were fixed?

Yeah - I'm well aware of just how mental I sound, but the fact remains that geyser problems are one of the first indications of the Home Invader's arrival to gatecrash your privacy... You've forgotten already how Devi from Carte Blanche had her home flooded while the family were away?  An expensive payback exercise no doubt contracted by one of the many crooks she'd offended... You can guarantee that once that massive damage was fixed, her home was wired to the max, with boosters hidden all over the show...
Why would the Master of Expose's home be exempt?  Even if it did turn out that he was getting help with his investigations from several of the Agents of this Inhumane Experiment, you can bet that both his home and his office are wired to the Look & Listen technology anyway...  After all, they're not about to take any chances that he'll start sniffing around the Project itself...

Were he for instance, to question the remarkable quantum laser 'communications' system set up by Stefanus Roux, in collaboration with Sutcliffe and Francesco Petruccione, here in eThekwini, I'd have to lay odds that within hours Welz would come to hear of something so big that it would distract him from that path of laser investigation... The Experiment Planners have had years in which to ferret about in all manner of organisations and businesses, and have only to pick one out and dangle it in front of the Editor's nose for him to shelve his possible interest in the invasion of privacy technology.. The longer they manage to distract him, the more ground is covered by the Look and Listen system.. Easy..
Would Welz buy into the Trojan Horse spiel?  Not unless he was in the habit of rubbing shoulders with the likes of Koos Bekker and Richard Boorman, hey Jannie?  Not such a far-fetched concept, and though it pains me to consider that Noseweek could be a carefully engineered distraction in itself, it's a possiblity that has to be factored in.. The paranoia talking again?  If you say so.. *shrugs...*Aaand editing still, a fourth pink Error bar pops up... *

I'd gone online yesterday to find that Logie Naidoo has accepted my Facebook Friend request.. Was it done casually and without much thought, or did the chap actually trundle over to my page and read my monologue addressed to his erstwhile Boss?  *And the second pink Error bar pops up at this point... *
Does Sutcliffe have a Leverage file on our Logie?  Was the Pope a Catholic?  Have any of my Share my Pain texts reached him, and did he put two and two together to figure out that I'm one of the suckers his good buddy handed over to a Druglord and his Cracker IT specialist to abuse, as entertainment for the laser/wireless hackers?   Course he will, as there's  no flies on that gentleman at all..

Pretty much the same dumb in your face principle I employ each Thursday as I totter into Sydenham SAPS Station, and insist they acknowledge my fugliness?  That at least some of them, like Mr. Naidoo, are forced to acknowledge that I still exist, despite the very best attempts by their colleagues to destroy me.. *waves to Laz...
It's now 6.20am, and glancing over my shoulder I see the Beemer is back at the top of the drive, and I never heard a thing.. Miss Marple fails again... *chokes..
My word, but the hairs dying in my inner ear right now are producing a seriously high-pitched scream.. A scream so invasive that I figure it's time to go feed the birds and do a few chores.. Cheers..

LATER at 7.16am

I just did a double take when I looked out of the window at the Chickencoop.. There's not so much as a single leaf stirring on the eugenia hedge, and yet the sun is already high enough to be noticably warm here in the back room... That great rushing wind hitting the side of our home as it poured off THIS aircon is no more.. WhyTF would he have switched it off when it's most needed?  Why indeed, unless it was as I suggested, employed to carry their theatrics over to within my earshot?   Both your geyser and your aircon units are clearly considered useful tools to enhance and aid the monitoring in ways I can't begin to imagine..

There were more sanctimonious lies in one of the papers I'd looked at yesterday.. More lies on the value of water and how precious it is.. *vomits..
Explain then why THIS runoff down the Jan Smuts by-road taken at 8.03am was still flowing freely HERE at 9.41am?  This section has had all the old waterlines replaced with the new, and I probably have the pictures to prove it.. Just how long that river had been flowing down across the stopstreet before I'd gone up at 8am to see it, is anyone's guess....

The determined effort to have you believe that Eskom loses a staggering amount of money due to cable thieves, applies just as easily to Neil MacLeod and the bullshit propoganda he spouts... The water runoffs are vital to the smooth running of the Look and Listen Surveillance technology, as are the enormous amount of lights left active 24/7... To identify the real thieves, you need look no further than Sutcliffe, Spence, and MacLeod, as they continue to cripple the ratepayers under cover of lies and more lies... It's not the FatCats like Roy Moodley who are feeling the pinch, but the embattled middle class ratepayer and pensioner who are getting knocked for six, just as my good friends down at No. 4 found to their cost...

Peace...

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Friday 8th March 2013 at 9.49am..