A nation in decline...
(begun Tuesday 30th April at 5.40am...)
The little LED light flickers and almost goes out before, predictably, the minute I open my pad to start scribbling, it brightens and settles down... A few casts of his remote wand at the battery to remind me who's in charge, before he leaves it alone to illuminate my words of wisdom to his benefit...
If you actually grasped the import of that last sentence there's hope for you yet. If you didn't, and you snorted in disbelief at the idea of someone being able to interfere remotely with a simple LED, then you can go to the back of the class, as you've not been paying proper attention.
As the easiest and most rewarding of their targeted victims, the Lurkers in the little shop of horrors up at Sydenham Station had laid into me while the CPF Meeting was still underway... Afterwards, standing chatting outside in the cool night air, the Unfortunate Creature had unleashed the Backfire frequency to the point where I thought I might spontaneously combust...
In response I'd taken out the Olympus, but it was a half-hearted gesture at best, and the flash was easily dumbed down... When I'd walked back into the house a while later, my pain had dropped to zero, as that vicious little clique had stayed on up at Dodge to sift through the stolen conversations... Who's set to feel the backlash of their rage this time? Laz?
LATER at 10.30am
You'd never know to look at him, but it turned out the Honourable Man was fairly pissed off last night, and that all his efforts to have our Sector Commander's transfer overturned, are apparently well on their way to being undermined... Slow-witted as I am, I'd imagined the reprieve was a fait accompli and had been pleased we were going to get to keep at least one cop who gives a rat's arse after all... Ooops! Did he fall out with you over some minor matter, Laz? He earned your ire by actually assisting the community, so he had to go? Deja vu indeed... How long before Captain Peters is also assigned to some far-flung station as well? Scuzzy little band of criminal mischief-makers up there, protected by an effing Druglord made good, and you would whine that you're with the GOOD guys? I don't think so...
The nice-looking lad that had pitched for our Meeting last night on the flimsiest of excuses, was there because? Does he attend the Westville gym perhaps, and he'd come to rubberneck at the Freak who'd dared suggest there might be steroids doing the rounds in the locker room? Farked if I know, but he was that pretty I couldn't help but hope he can avoid falling into that trap himself...
LATER at 11.15am
The Jerk had set off his house alarm at 7.15am, probably at about the same time he was heading off back down to the greens and the Clubhouse to run a check on all the new monitoring points installed during the Lotto funded renovations... I discovered soon after booting up around 9am that Balliram has been busy in his capacity as our Network Administrator and OWNER of this computer..
The picture I'd posted on my Facebook cover of the SN Retic droog helping to erect our new streetlight? I opened that folder and found that a great many of the pictures have now been corrupted, where there'd been little if any pictures deliberately damaged prior to my posting... Corrupted? Just a blank white space where the pic had been the day before...
I've told you often enough that I have a history in pictures of the Surveillance Experiment's arrival here in the Zone, and it looks as if I was right again... Unless you have the clout to persuade this Arsehole to keep his grubby fingers to himself, you're not going to get to see the other 29 CD's of photos I've been accumulating since 2007, and if you're cool with that, so be it... *shrugs... Why would I bother transferring them to the computer in order that the worthless Knob next door may destroy them? Your call, I believe...
Wednesday 1 May at 3.20am
It was probably around 2.30am when I'd surfaced to find I was sharing my bed with something other than fat Sophie or Cola.. A spider, or merely an illusion created by el Maestro for his own amusement? I'd put the light on and searched for the little crawling beastie to no avail, so I'd decided to get up for the day...
The Special Operative clearly hadn't liked my suggestion blogged recently that his *whoop!* remote may have backfired due to overuse, and at 5.25pm yesterday afternoon I heard it's first strangled sound as he gave it a practise run..
After that he'd held off right up until 7pm when the GW was still up on the driveway unpacking the shopping, and the Twat had given the familiar triple-whoop! blast on his remote... *chokes...
Twelve minutes later and he'd swopped the extreme levels of the Backfire frequency for the now regularly employed Abdominal Special... Another strangled electronic sound at 7.37pm, this time with his chirrup remote, and I guess someone had gone off somewhere, as the rest of the evening had been tolerable...
What had that old Albatross fixed-wing been doing down in Durban on Sunday morning? Bringing some of the Gupta's guests back home after the wedding celebrations? Misappropriation of State owned assets? It's heartening to see that Kohler-Barnard is indeed paying attention to the Airforce's activities, but she needs to look at way more than just the Gupta's power playing FFS...
Like Rajen Aiyer, Glen Nayager used to claim that Selebi had given him his own Airwing chopper, although I suspect our now demised Station Commander was speaking the truth, as opposed to the cooked-in-the-head claims Aiyers is making...
Is Aiyers aslo due to suffer a fatal 'heart attack', for knowing way too much about the Surveillance Experiment, and being prone to the loose-lip syndrome? Nayagers 'gift' from our Jackie had been made as a cover to explain away the hours and hours that little blue and white whirlybird had spent flying back and forth over the Zone as it captured every streetlight rigged up with Petruccione's technology, with it's onboard computer.. These days it's being deployed further afield as the technology spreads it's tentacles across the entire province, but it can still be seen occasionally as it bustles between the microwave tower in Overport and the MTB at the Uni, capturing the updates in between...
If Dianne Kohler-Barnard were in fact to show an interest in that particular chopper's daily activities (it's picture and registration are in one of my Facebook albums), would an Advisor whisper hastily in her ear? Would someone she trusts implicitly tell her urgently to drop her enquiries, as that chopper is now part of a mission to oust the Ruling Party once and for all? Would she buy that crap? The fabrication that the Good Guys are winning the battle to wrest control of this astonishing technology from the hands of the criminal factor?
See Missus KB, for all you will be told I'm a lunatic, you want to start asking around about Michael Sutcliffe's fantastical laser 'communications' system set up for him by Stefanus Roux and Francesco Petruccione, while he was still busy single-mindedly destroying eThekwini....
You should be aware that that scurvy little crook made the most out of his buddy Petruccione's technology, and that the very first thing he did once it was installed was to get his IT ferrets to invade the privacy of his own colleagues and staff... To thieve every last bit of juicy personal information he could find, in order to build each one an individual Leverage file that he could use to manipulate said Sucker, should it become necessary... Why do you think he's sticking so close? Is he assisting the Auditors from the shadows to rework the incriminating Manase Report until it contains no references whatsoever to anything linked to his laser/wireless 'communications' system? A system that renders the feigned outrage at the so-called Secrecy Bill a joke?
Would our Shadow Minister of Police be persuaded to think it's okay for ANYONE to have their home and privacy invaded via their powerlines, as long as it ultimately led to the end of the ANC's rule? Will her Advisors vehemently insist that the Good guys are ahead in the battle of the airwaves? Will she come to appreciate that the line between Good and Bad has become so blurred that pretty much anything goes, right now?
I'll go back to the Amber Valley complex in Cowies Hill, and the indisputable evidence that that quiet area is now wired to the max with Frankie and Stef's Surveillance technology, and that my uncle is probably not the only one whose health is suffering due to those stealthy operations...
Who is the Area Controller for that section? Would Dianne care to enquire whether that individual has a record of any sorts? So much as an outstanding parking fine? Could she ascertain whether that Area Controller is employed by the Good Team or the Seriously Rotten Team? (try SITA?) I'm damned sure I read of criminal activities taking place in the Birdhirst Road area just the other day, and I would question why this is happening if the Good guys are operating in the area.... Are there still die-hards living on those little roads in Cowies Hill? Die-hards who have yet to be converted to this grand technological Cause, and therefore the Organised Crime and Mischief Makers have been sent in to show them the light? Gross...
Has Missus KB found the time to check her own property for traces of the GM'd physcia grisea lichen, and all the other laser-attracting compounds that must surely have been applied to strategic areas in her garden? Hell, you're on your own here Dianne.. Ain't nobody going to admit that your home is wired to the Surveillance grid... Where's your nearest fire-hydrant situated? On the pavement right next door? Any water running regularly in your road? Any 'leaks' or pipe bursts, or are you carefully kept too busy to notice?
How's about the chirruping 'cricket' at your front gates? You're listening out for it now? What about outside your lounge or bedroom windows?
Me and my nearby friends were unknowingly rigged up in 2005 here in Sherwood by the now Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, Allen Spence, to provide centres for the laser-wielding civilian army recruits to come on in and practise their skills... You need a Consultant to fill you in on the single most inhumane experiment the world has ever seen? As the prime pinata for the Cowboys these past eight years, I figure I'm sufficiently qualified for the job...
Peace...
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Wednesday 1st May, 2013 at 9.04am.
