The Hippy chick...
(begun Friday 17th May at 3.12am...)
I pick up my scribble pad, turn to a new page and 'thwack!' the dark Goblin smacks me hard in the side nearest der Bunker, and my LED light flickers and threatens to go out.. You settled there, Boss? Comfy? See alright?
I don't mind the early start. There's a wind sprung up, and if it wasn't for the fact that they've woken the Abomination on my back, it'd be as pleasant as always, sitting here chatting to you in the relative dark...
What was it that brought about Minister Cwele's statement in the Press the other day? See the Times, 15th May 2013, Page 4, Spooks to target varsities for recruits. Did he come up with the idea on his own, or was it suggested by an Advisor? Has it caused much dismay among the dozens of civilian Crime Intelligence Collectives already operating in neighbourhoods across the country? The promises made to those recruits who left school without any prospects, and certainly didn't get the marks or have the funds to attend a university? I can only speculate that they were told, depending on how proficient they became at using Petruccione's computerised laser program, that there'd be a well-paid job waiting for them in State Security?
Has the word spread among the enlisted that Minister Cwele doesn't seem to think they're good enough, and that he seems to have shifted the goalposts? We're back to the Haves and the bloody Have-nots? Those with the financial means and the brains to attend a University and get a degree, will now be given preference over the rank and file who haven't even managed to acquire their matric? Bummer.
Maybe if you went up and toyi-toyi'd outside the State Security offices, Cwele would relent and accept that you don't need much of an education to employ the computerised laser 'game' to invade your neighbour's privacy? Precarious times, folks...
Will your Handler reassure you and say the Ruling Party's days are numbered, and that everything will change to your advantage after the next elections? Sorry to say I doubt that's the case at all, and I suspect the murder and mayhem is set to continue for at least another decade, before anything like the truth is revealed...
How much does Cwele himself know and understand about Petruccione and Roux's collaborative surveillance miracle? Only what he's been told, and we've seen time and again that the various Sales Pitches employed, appear to omit many of the finer details..? If the Minister of State Security is a hands-on Chief, why did he not have his estranged wife's home wired with the surveillance technology the minute the marriage fell apart? What better way to ensure she toed the line? And yet there he was, claiming ignorance of the fact that the one-time love of his life was heavily involved in drug running... Something that will have caused more than a few disbelieving mutters among the population at the time...
He's Head of Intelligence and doesn't even know what his ex-wife is up to? You can bet there's already a decent sized Leverage File with his name on it.. A file that could be used to make sure he does what he's told, or risk losing his lucrative position..
Has the Shadow Minister of Police tried poking around the edges of this inhumane experiment a little further? Has she been fobbed off by her Superiors and told not to worry her pretty head about matters that don't concern her, and that everything's under control? Has Helen Zille herself suggested to Dianne that she focus on what she's been doing, and leave the Intelligence Department's Operations to the experts? Did she suggest ever so tactfully that Di herself might jeopardize her job if she began asking too many awkward questions, and that her loss would be a massive blow to the Opposition?
While I'm inarguably as thick as the proverbial plank, it's not exactly rocket science to see how cleverly this entire operation has been set up, and how easily holes may be swiftly shored up by the use of veiled threats and cajolery....
LATER at 4.12am
I'm briefly flattered at the lengths gone to by the nearby goonda thugs in an effort to impress me.. Rather like the HardyBoys practise of shining spotlights over onto the gumtrees, presumably to establish the specific direction for a laser session, some clever Dick has just flashed a powerful spotlight or laser beam onto the clouds as they sail up from the south.. Just two or three circular flashes were deemed sufficient to awe me, and they've stopped... Sheet lightning perhaps? Nope, I've seen laser light shows on the clouds before, and there's no mistaking it...
Anyways. The nut-selling ladies weren't there when we'd pulled in to the Farmer's Market yesterday morning.. Instead, sitting right up against the trunk of THIS big tree, where they usually set up their table, was a young lady, working feverishly at a small desk.. They were still setting up the main veggie produce stand so I'd wandered over to take a look at the latest arrival's wares... Though it was a balmy morning and I'd not even bothered with a cardie, she was wrapped up really warm, and appeared to be shivering from the cold as she worked on one of her pictures..
She'd been most forthcoming and had said that she lived over in Blue Heights behind the Westville Checkers Centre, and that she'd recently been very ill for three months, and had lost a great deal of weight during that period, to her undiagnosed sickness...
Will the stolen footage of that conversation show that my bloodshot eyes had no doubt bulged rewardingly at all this unsolicited information, when she'd gone on to say that she was aware her home had been invaded, and that she speaks aloud to her uninvited and invisible guest, and that her fridge motor alerts her to their presence?
That continuous slight Parkinson's vibration certainly made it appear as if she was either ill or in need of some of Barnabas' warez...
I'd finished my shopping and was standing back at my car some considerable distance away, when I'd hauled out the Panasonic to get a better picture of the new lamp that's been fixed to the tree where the young lady was sitting... I got THIS one for you, and lowered my camera to find she'd gotten up from her chair and had turned away from me...
Coincidence, or had she thought I was taking a picture of her? Why would that concern her, when she was well hidden in her hippy-chick gear, beanie included? I'm well aware that my paranoia can make even the most innocent of actions appear suspicious, but it turns out my Tracker for the day wasn't amused by the sight of my camera either... I was about to get into my car when an acquaintance had walked by and had passed a remark, at which precise point my Monitor du jeur had seen fit to stab me savagely in the back at least three times, and I'd looked up at the activated overhead and cursed out loud with the pain....
So - Was this newly-arrived young artist a would-be Spook, installed carefully next to that big tree in order to test the new lamp's efficacy? To strike up a conversation with passers-by in order that those behind the controls could adjust the audio-monitoring to it's maximum?
In truth, if that young lady was indeed being made ill by copious doses of EMR flooding into her flat at Blue Heights, the position she'd chosen to sit at the Farmer's Market should have exacerbated her symptoms mightily... Literally in DLOS to that towering mast that stands beyond the end of the Clubhouse Playing field, not to mention the awesome overheads right behind her on the field itself, and the new lamp in the tree a few feet above her...
Would she still have been drawing at her desk had I returned some twenty minutes after my departure, or had she packed up and left soon after us?
I'd blogged just the other day that the Westville Mall is wired to the max, had I not? So why not entertain yourselves by arranging for a recruit, who conveniently lives in the line of fire at Blue Heights, to be seated under that deliciously interesting new lamp? Did I burble on long enough for the system to be satisfactorily adjusted? Sure I did, and my bill's in the post... If she's there again next Thursday, I'll try and take a picture of her and you can decide for yourselves whether she's a genuine victim or a plant...
Do you still firmly believe that Collin P. Balliram is a bona fide member of the Good Team, albeit he's a johnny-come-lately and a fence jumper? *the frequency in my ears has just done a massive hiccup* Do you still consider that I've demonised the Creep, and he doesn't deserve my contempt? I've said repeatedly that as my Owner, any mischief occurring on our computer may be laid at his door, and his door alone..
It matters not whether the actual deed is carried out by a proxy or one of his graduates, as they couldn't access our system without his permission...
I'd successfully (or so I'd thought) posted some of my photos onto my sister's FB wall the other day... Snaps that I'd taken during their last visit out here a few years ago, but that she hadn't seen...
I'd gone back in a couple of times since then to see whether she'd ticked the Like option to show she'd seen them. Nothing. Two days ago I sent her a text to remind her to check her page and she'd come back yesterday to say she'd found a couple of pictures of strange 'thin poles' and a photo that my kid had posted, but nothing else...
So I'd gone back to her page yesterday afternoon only to find all the pictures I'd posted, but no sign of the one she says she got from my daughter.. Magic.... It would appear that we've not moved on at all from the mindless Cracker mischief this now supposed Expert in his Field has employed since the early days... The way I understood it, way back when the Reservoir Hills CPF Member had unwittingly admitted that she and her husband were being coached into hacking their neighbour's PC, was that the object was to look around quietly, and not to announce their presence at all...
Is this not the standard procedure for the civilian recruits to follow, or are they all being encouraged and taught to cause mischief on their target's electronic devices?
Is Balliram in fact deliberately setting an example of how he wishes his students to behave? Do their lessons include How To surge a washing machine until the override switch kicks in, and it suddenly stops working in mid-cycle? Does he teach his pupils how to spike a kettle or toaster until they burn out, and have to be replaced? Why would a responsible Area Controller mess with some innocent holiday snaps posted to my sister's FB wall? Is this what the State Security Minister was referring to, when he said they're going to start recruiting 'quality' as opposed to your rubbish, criminally affiliated Cracker in the street?
Sadly I sense no real committment from Minister Cwele, only a rather lame effort at damage control..
Druglords and Crime Bosses will continue to see that the puppets of their choice join the ranks of this Yellow Army.. Puppets like my own unfortunate Controller, who are tasked to leave a trail of mischief and misery behind them...
Peace...
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Friday 17th May 2013 at 8.44am.