Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Cuts like a knife...
(begun Tuesday April 2nd at 6.32am..)


I'd like to think that one of Kohler-Barnard's Friends actually bothered to track me down after I'd posted on her Facebook page..  I'd like to think that Friend had been sufficiently interested to continue visiting me here.. On the million-to-one chance that this is so, would you care to ask Missus KB where THIS little fixed- wing SAPS plane goes to each day, and who exactly it ferries to where?
Even if the Airwing operations are not a part of her political brief, she surely has the means to find out?
What about the chopper I have on my FB cover every now and then?  Who pays for the hours and hours it spends flying between the UKZN Memorial Tower Block wireless base-station and the microwave tower in Overport?

I've come to understand the costs of keeping a whirly-bird aloft are prohibitive to say the least, and yet that baby spends more time in the air than on the ground, parked down at Louis Botha...What section of the SAPS budget covers those enormous costs?  Care to enquire, Missus Kohler-Barnard, or will you be told in no uncertain terms to butt out and mind your own business?  Are those Flyboyz who work such long hours on behalf of the surveillance Experiment, being funded by International backers and if so, would the citizens of this country be surprised to find out just who it is that's so keen for South Africa to be wired to the maximum?  Who has taken our interests so to heart that they're happy and able to subsidise the billions it's costing to keep just that one chopper in the air?

I fully understand that should you embark on such a line of questioning, your own job could come under fire, and that you might ultimately decide that you can achieve more for the Opposition by remaining silent.. Will you remember my request once your term of office is over?  Once you're free to make a few unofficial calls of your own, or will it be too late, and your own home wired to the hilt, and your movements controlled to the nth degree?

What about Barry Bolter of the Umbilo Action Group?  Was he able to find my blog and was he allowed to make up his own mind as to whether I'm a raving lunatic or not?  Was she ordered to diffuse the situation and paint me as a crackpot?  Something that's probably still a simple matter to achieve.. *red...
In Ballirams long history of abuse against the canines in the area, I've often wondered whether he'd extended his grubby reach all the way up to Richards Bay a few years ago... When, just for a lark, the Sicko's idea of payback to B.Snr and his family had my friend's daughter arriving home one day to find their little dog stone- dead, lying up against their front door, for no apparent reason..  A feat that to Balliram and his web of connections, wouldn't have presented a problem at all, and is confirmed IMO, by the death of the dog in Dawncliffe Road.
They're only dogs FFS, and I should be more concerned for the welfare of humans?  If you say so, though I'll trot out again the 'a man may be judged by how he treats his animals', and leave you to make up your own minds on the character you've already allowed to tutor your own precious offspring.. *nauseated...

Wednesday 3rd April at 3.40am.

A text arrived noisily at 3.10am, and it was time to get up anyway.. On this occasion it hadn't been from vodacom, but was a message telling me I'd won the Brazilian Lottery.  Halleluja!  Another favourite of the Knob next door, so no surprises there... *shrugs..
It had been about mid-afternoon yesterday when I'd picked up the receiver and made my calls after all... The static was there, but it hadn't been deliberately increased, and I'd got the job done satisfactorily...
How's Missus Bernie from No. 17 doing after her 'stumble' and subsequent hip op?  Not too well apparently, as her 'good' knee is now giving her hell.. Two down, and two to go, Balliram?
They run their lights to order, but still they get no concessions? *gags...

I discovered that Missus B.Snr. had her tests postponed by the state hospital nearest them, and will only be going in next week.  If I were able to find out the details surrounding the early demise of the Director of St. Philomena's, would his symptoms have matched those of Missus B.Snr?  Does that streetlight they can see nearby out of their window have anything whatsoever to do with the agony she so often suffers these days?  Will the tests ultimately reveal the onset of colon cancer, just as Fabian had acquired across the playing field in Mary Road?  *snarls...

Sue the Book was back at work and only due to get her MRI scan results tomorrow, so we'll have to wait and see what the doctors recommend to alleviate some of her spinal pain... Are you surprised that these three people are showing signs of the results of all the attentions they've had from the Expert in the Field since 2005?  If I were to do a door to door in the neighbourhood, would I find dozens and dozens in the same boat?  Disintegrating bones and possible cancers?
If Sutcliffe and the Druglord Barnabas had given the job to anyone other than the dispassionate and sadistic Cracker at No. 6, would things have been any different?  Course that would never have worked, and a normal human being would've recoiled in horror at both the audible and visible results that their clandestine visits and manipulations of the power supplies had on so many of the Community here in the Zone..

It was his proclivity for causing pain to others, never mind his destructive Cracker skills, that would've made him the ideal choice for the job in the first place... He'd set another of his signal enhancers to flash eratically the night before last, and this time it's up tucked in by his walk-in security gate on the road, and it continues to flash on and off this morning...Such a seemingly insignificant thing, but I'm of a mind that those settings can somehow cause even more mischief to your health than when the lights are stable, but who among you has the knowledge or the balls to confirm this?   Allen Spence?  Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, and one-time well-rewarded associate of Herr Doktor Sutcliffe?

You know the answer to this one, Al?  Do those lights set to flash like that have an even more detrimental effect on the unfortunate home-owners nearby, or is that a closely guarded secret between Balliram and Petruccione himself?  *grossed out....
After all we've been put through since 2005, you'd think we'd have been retired with honours, but that's not how it's panning out at all... Worthless labrats, to be used and abused repeatedly until we drop, hey Francesco?
Has Balliram been re-deployed to the Organised Crime Team full-time?  Where he can feed his insatiable appetite for mischief-making to his heart's content, while Freddie up at No. 12 handles the tutoring instead?

Anyone care to tell me why, when this Sorry Excuse for a Human being is elsewhere employed, we can go for hours without suffering any serious pain?  It's a given that there's always a Monitor on duty in our home, and you know it... ALWAYS... And yet it is without fail, that on Balliram's arrival those levels will rocket through the roof... This Scum is purportedly the best you have down here in eThekwini, and yet his proxies manage the Look & Listen surveillance technology with more stealth and care than their Tutor?
His Superiors are well aware that he has *coughs* issues, and they pander to him happily, and will continue to allow him free rein until he's outgrown his usefulness... Not a happy ending for those stooges like us, unwittingly enrolled as Learning Centres...

Regarded as sub-humans, we're merely a means to an end, right, BeVonk?  Don't give me that He sees when so much as a sparrow falls, claptrap, when even you have swallowed the propoganda and been re-indoctrinated to regard this horrific injustice as somehow necessary... *spits...   I'm picking on you again?  Could it be because when you'd first stepped out of the shadows, you'd come across as Seriously Good, and I'd swallowed it hook, line and sinker?  Short-lived as it turned out, for soon afterwards you'd begun spouting van Zyl's party line, and I realised my error...
A bloody crying shame, but you can rest assured you're one of thousands who embarked on this experiment with the best of intentions, and yet who now find themselves up to their eyeballs in lies and corruption...

Patted and praised for the individual work you do, to the extent that you can turn a blind-eye to the vast number of inhumane practises taking place under your very nose... You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs?  Will you cringe down the line when your cavalier attitude comes back to bite you?  Or will you go to your brainwashed grave thinking you did the very best you could?
I'm not doing myself any favours by railing on at you easily-manipulated suckers, and I'm well aware of it...
I'm cornered and have known it for years, so you'll just have to put up with my apparent ill-tempered ravings on this near-chilly grey morning...

Do you watch any of the footage stolen from ours? No, not the horrific views of the Bathroom and  toilet activities that Balliram distributes around the neighbourhood among some of the sicker of the residents.. Just the general recordings thieved as we oldies shuffle about our business each day?  Do you see how often I lean down and apologise to my grey-muzzled animal for the pain and discomfort she endures at the hands of the Sadist next door?  Her bewildered gaze cuts me like a knife, and I'd have to say it's my Controller's finest achievement so far...
Peace...

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Wednesday 3rd April 2013 at 10.41am.