The Flood...
(begun Saturday 25th May at 3.35am..)


When the old man finally took everything apart and fixed it, did I hoot loudly with delight, and applaud?  Being as how it involved the toilet flushing properly again and the cistern behaving itself after the last few weeks of leaking, I'd chosen to salaam him silently, and quietly give him the thumbs up instead... After all, you never know who's watching and listening, do you?   You think I'm kidding?  That fix lasted all of two days before I discovered yesterday morning that the cistern overflow pipe had a wet patch under it, out in the courtyard... I'd gone up to check our water meter inside the wall next to the Polo and sure enough, there was a slow drip coming from the tap....

I guess I told you how a couple of months ago one of the really good guys from our CPF had popped in and shown the GW how to stop that leak, and the tap hadn't given us a problem since then... It would have taken some pretty fierce pressure through those pipes to get the water dripping again... So I went back down the stairs to the second terrace where there's a sort of manhole giving access to another tap.. We've got four varnished wooden planks lined up over that hole and a couple of big slabs of stone holding them down, so my old man has easy access if he wants to turn the water off.. HERE...
I confess I was pretty disgusted to find that young Vincent had painted the whole areas around those planks heavily with the bright green mossy substance, and that it was flourishing...  Once again he'd concentrated his efforts around the water line...

Something that for whatever reason will make it easier for Balliram to target and surge with additional pressure, should the mood take him... I'd fetched the old paint scraper and done my best to get most of it off, but it's another case of closing the barn door after the bloody horse has bolted....
I'd also taken the paraffin to a familiar-looking mark daubed up against the water meter itself, but it's a lost cause... My Landscape Artist is due today and I've no doubt he'll be ducking down when the coast is clear to re-apply those handy laser attractors for his Handlers...
IIRC we've had our line burst twice over the years since the Pig was handed control of our home, and it looks like he's going for a third score...  Are you impressed?  You think it's OK for him to deliberately apply pressure to our waterlines in order to further demonstrate the control this technology allows him?

Like I said, the corruption currently surrounding Guptagate and Nkandhla, pales by comparison to the wickedness being carried out in the name of the surveillance Experiment, and there's no two ways about it...   If you're awed or even mildly amused by the R38k bill the Water Department have slapped on my Vice Chair as a result of some seriously scurvy operations carried out on his lines, and the obviously renewed pressure applied to ours, then it's about time you checked which Team you're aligned to....
Edit and added at 1.22pm Saturday 25th May:  Vincent called me just before he left to show me the water running from the first terrace, and down into the roof of our so-called tool shed... There's a couple of big palm trees balanced precariously right there, and I guess if sufficiently saturated, the trees and the wall will come tumbling down...   Is that the general idea Balliram?   It's not our water, so it must be my Good Neighbour's line... I called her, only to be told that godschild has just left for at least a week in Capetown.   What magnificent timing on my Controllers part, don't you think? *winks.. A leak that could well lead to a wall or two collapsing, just when he's out of town?  Bravo!

Did you check out the moon last night?  Beautiful hey?  It must have been sometime after 7pm that I'd taken the dogs up top with me and sat briefly on the stairs studying St. Theresa's experiment station across the valley... The tatty-looking orphanage building was lit up like a Christmas tree, and no expense spared.. There's been a new floodlight been added since I last paid attention, and now the entire back of the little chapel itself is lit to the maximum...

I'd called the exiled Nuns up in Pomeroy the other day to see how they're coping, and was told that little Sister Yvonne (who was singled out and sent off to Estcourt FFS), hadn't been well at all, and once again I question just how much Sister Frances was told before she arrived with her axe to deliver the horrendous news so callously....
Man, would I like to have been a fly on the wall when that outrageously cruel plan was hatched.. Just who sits there smugly insisting that it was for the sake of their health that they were relocated?  You'll forgive me if I smell that late-comer to Religion's hand in this sordid business?  That somewhere along the line our local Druglord Earl Michael Barnabas had made a few calls to the clergy to set the ball rolling, and to have those nuns uprooted and exiled...
Barnabas, who'd destroyed so many lives over the years here in the Zone, and yet who was deemed perfect for the role of Promoting and Marketing the Surveillance Experiment to his own Community...

I bet you'd rather lay the guilt for those Sister's brutal relocation on my shoulders, right?  My insistence that both Sister Maureen and Sister Stephen's health problems were as a direct result of the additonal attentions my Controller paid them once Id taken to visiting the establishment on a regular basis...
Rather than order the Druglord's sadistic Protege to lay off the nuns, some genius decided they'd kill three birds with one stone, right? Take away the reason for my regular visits to St. Theresas and move the objects of Balliram's spite out of the public eye where they can be dealt with at leisure?   Not going to happen...
If you knew Sister Yvonne and loved her, track her down to Estcourt and keep an eye on her health, for chances are that her new home has also been incorporated to run Petruccione's wireless surveillance technology and to act as a mini base station...

It should be simple enough to drive past after dark and check for the telltale enormous signal enhancing lights that I'd hazard are by now festooning the convent walls up in Estcourt... The other two Sisters will surely be safe tucked away in the godforsaken town of Pomeroy, surely?  Don't count on it... Sister Stephen had mentioned not long ago that she'd been offered a wireless alternative to connect to the internet, so I'd have to question whether that humble institution has gained any more lights on it's outer walls since the Sisters arrived there...
It would certainly appear that once you're tagged as a Labrat by the Foul Creature next door and his Mentor Barnabas, you'll be stalked to the ends of the earth...

Had I not mistakenly thought that B.Snr and his family would be safe from harm once they'd been forced to move all the way down to Port Shepstone?  How wrong I'd been... Once B.Snr had told me of the ongoing problems they were having with their landline down there, and that they could actually see the techs/Muni wekkers busy up the pole nearest their home, I got the picture soon enough, and it explained why Missus B.Snr's health problems were increasing, despite their move..
While Balliram shows daily that having no conscience is a bonus, and will have you rise swiftly through the ranks of this Yellow Army, I can't help but hope all those that went into a huddle to decide the Sister's fate come to regret their participation in that particular piece of mischief, one way or the other, and you certainly know who you are..
Sanctimoniously citing the Sister's own health as the reason for their relocation cuts no ice with me at all, and I'll be reporting on the fortunes of those three victims of Balliram's hatred for as long as I can...

How long did it take the UK to set up their version of the wireless surveillance system? I'd been watching an episode of The Secret Millionaire yesterday afternoon, and the chap had been in some obscure little town over that side, and everywhere he went there'd been lights blazing out on houses and buildings during daylight hours.. A dead giveaway that they're already wired to the monitoring technology in some way...
Hey Frosty? What do you think?  Another decade at least, before we reach that point?  Another ten years of carefully nurtured murder and mischief before we all fall under the control of one massive data based satellite in the sky?
Maybe you'll understand why I find it fairly depressing that after eight years they're still struggling to get it right, just in our corner of the world....
That they're still bursting water pipes and having cables nicked in order to get alterations done under cover of darkness, when you'd think after all this time the system would be up and operating smoothly..

Is our Minister of State Security right when he blames the lack of quality recruits for the delays?  Have they come to regret handing the initial control of this astonishingly invasive technology to downright criminals?  Criminals that have since been allowed to cross the floor to join the purported Good guys Team, where they can don a white hat while continuing to rampage across the airwaves under the guise of being Experts in their Field?  *pukes profusely....
Does Glen Agliotti feel any change in the wind at all, or do his contacts in theYellow Army still cover his back?  Does Michael Barnabas himself have moments when he feels his comfort zone may have been breached? Unlikely in both instances...
The buzz-word for this entire mammoth operation is 'stall' and it's as effective now as it was when the Experiment first kicked off properly back in 2004.. Put everything on hold for as long as you can, including General Booysen's Unit, while Spence and his droogs race around the suburbs wiring up the surveillance technology...

We'd pulled off the Highway at the Kloof SPCA turnoff on Thursday, and there they were.. No time to take a picture alas, as the GW hasn't the patience to slow down and feed my habit... All those foreign-made road working machines that I recognized immediately from the operations carried out on the Freeway HERE are now parked up in Kloof... Small wonder there's been such a shocking increase in crime in the Upper Highway area... You do gettit by now, surely?
The residents of that leafy tree-lined suburb MUST be properly terrorised in order to encourage them to remove obstacles that may hinder the desired LOS for Petruccione and Roux's  light-chatting technology, and to be open to joining the Yellow Army ranks...

Already the signs are there, and wherever we drove there were enormous stumps of trees, hacked down by the Project wekkers.. Stumps that didn't appear to be infested with white ants or any other disease at all... You wonder that your local park is no longer cleared regularly, and is an overgrown haven for vagrants?  Those Parks wekkers have been redeployed in the ongoing war against any plant life or tree that might present a problem to the desired line of sight, and the home invasions and mischief will continue until you comply and clear your garden... Fingers crossed you'll be among the Chosen, and invited to join the Surveillance project as well...
Peace...

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Saturday 25th may 2013 at 2.13pm.