A war of words...
(begun Monday 22nd July at 4am..)


I've just had that tight cap dropped over my skull as I sit here at the desk, only this time it included my forehead as well.. Oddness..
When I'd gone to bed last night, all three of the usual culprits had still been running at half-mast, but at some point Balliram has jerked his garage wall light back into flashing eratically...
You don't find it strange that a chap who apparently had enough copper stolen just a month ago, to warrant a SAPS Sydenham Officer coming over to take his statement, hasn't bothered to repair the lighting in that specific area?  Has he put in a claim with his Insurers yet?  For how much exactly, when I'd not seen any structural damage at all?

Between 10.12am and 11.35am yesterday morning, their house alarm had rung it's full course on at least four or five occasions.. Another theft imminent perhaps?  His blue Beemer had been standing alone on the drive all morning, and yet when I'd taken the dogs up for a run around midday, the Landy was sitting out in the road, waiting for the gates to open.  I'd watched long enough to see a dark-coloured Tazz-type vehicle nip out of those open gates and head up the Crescent with the driver studiously avoiding my gaze.. Clearly he'd been tucked out of sight into Balliram's garage, and I'd bet he was lounging in der Bunker when the alarm was going off...
The Landy had swung into the driveway after that, but had vanished when I'd checked a little while later...The GameWrecker said there's no way it could squeeze clear of their garage roof to pull in there and disappear, but I'm not so sure...
It's probably all standard procedure to be found in the Spy Manual, but it certainly makes for some light entertainment, and those that were indulging in that musical chairs game at No. 6 hadn't treated me badly at all, which made a pleasant change...

As I'm still relatively new to Facebook, I confess I was astonished by the reaction to Caron's kidnapping and the resulting war of words on both Chief Clark's page and Brad Nathanson's page... A great heaving mass of shouting and finger-pointing had ensued between the two camps, and thankfully our Stephen had left the scene to take 'a little break'.  You can guarantee he'll be back today with a further outpouring of common-sense and words of wisdom, and once he's been through that thread and noted all the names of his detractors, it will eventually disappear...
The lady who'd told him to keep his beak out of the kidnapping drama had turned out to be a fellow Officer, and he'd turned on her with such speed that I'd almost caught the familiar whiff of greasepaint..

Were her comments scripted, or had she temporarily gone brain-dead? Hard to tell these days, when nothing is what it seems... If someone had wanted to fan the flames of discord even higher, what better way than to have a fellow Officer diss the honourable Chirpster in public?  Chief Clarks immediate 'You talking to me?' had said it all in an instant, and once he'd posted that he knew who she was, it was game over, and the unfortunate woman had grovellingly begged forgiveness for her transgressions...
If it wasn't a setup and she'd really spoken out of turn, I wouldn't be in her SAPS-issue boots for all the tea in China.
It's quite possible that all the hours spent working under that mast have turned our Stephen into a Jekyll and Hyde character, and that Mr. Hyde will be going a-hunting in the near future to wreak himself some sort of revenge....
I have issues with both protagonists.. Stephen for his irritated and patronising attitude to we lesser-mortals, and the PI for his often nauseatingly holier-than-thou posts.  Even so, they're both obviously good at what they do, and if they were to work together, they could achieve way more on the positive side than what appears to be a carefully manipulated feud...

Did Lt.Col. Tommy Stewart volunteer to take such a public fall, or was he ordered to enter the fray?  He must surely see how bad the lack of immediate contact with the recovered hostage appears to the average onlooker?  The first 48, etc?  Ag, it's a bloody shame those two can't work together, though I'm sure they have their reasons, and deliberate discord may well be at the top of that list...
See how neatly it divides the citizens of those suburbs, as they pick a side and vociferously defend their chosen champion?  Just the sort of mischief  beloved of the Experiment Authors, and it'll be a huge plus to their Create Diversions Section...

The fun and games over on the corner of Knight and Spearman appears to have picked up a pace, and thankfully the young DA Councillor seems to at last be making some headway, despite that the odds are stacked against him... More good news for the Wikked, is that I may have offended the embattled Missus A, and she no longer acknowledges my input at all... I can't say I blame her, for I only have to open my mouth to put my foot in it...
No matter. Hopefully she's heard enough of what I have to say, and will keep an open mind as to whether the Sydenham residents have, in their entirety, been sold downriver by Mo Shaik, Barnabas, Sutcliffe, and Telkom... Hopefully she'll come to see that her own home, and that of her nearest neighbour will, once the mud has settled, be firmly linked to Sutcliffe's quantum laser/wireless surveillance system, whether she likes it or not..

Has the young Ward31 DA Councillor been filled in at last?  Has anyone seen fit to enlighten (!) that young man on the covert operations surrounding the water and powerlines across Durban?  Has he too been fed the idea that this inhumane technology will aid in ousting the Ruling Party from power, and lead to a better life for all?  How's he coping with the pain of his recent rupture?  I would suggest that even once the discomfort has subsided, it can be re-introduced at any point by the judicious employment of certain wireless frequencies...
Mental? Moi?  Watch and see if the chap isn't laid low again in the future, with the same problem...
His own home will have been accessed regularly since he moved in, and his immune system will be taking strain as a result, just as it will be affecting DKB in her home..

Has her own son been recruited to the ranks of the Yellow Army?  If that's a yes, you can bet he's been excluded from the more brutal forays being made across the airwaves and powerlines into innocent people's homes.. Does our Shadow Minister of Police knowingly have Sutcliffe's fibre crammed through her water/sewer lines from the kerb?  Was it an option offered to her to ensure that she always has a fast internet connection to aid with the work that she does?  *curious...  In the event that this is so, I have serious concerns for her health, and can only hope that they've put someone qualified on, to manage her power feed.. By qualified, I mean an RF or EE Engineer, as opposed to a skilled Cracker who answers to a Druglord..

It had been a fellow sitting on the verge opposite, in a Muni-marked Electricity bakkie, who'd said to me some years back that the dangers of wireless are nothing compared to the dangers of electricity, and I've never forgotten that passing remark....
The heat in my bedroom overnight has reached ludicrous proportions.. With both windows wide open, and clad in just shorts and a vest, I spend most nights covered by just a sheet.. Can wireless be causing those tropical temperatures, or am I being regularly cooked to a crisp by copious doses of EMR? *interested...
As I sit here now at the desk I'm wrapped from head to toe in my winter gear, and I'm still cold enough to debate whether to fetch my fingerless gloves or not.. A fairly remarkable change in temperatures, wouldn't you say?

Anyone manage to assess just how much water has gone to waste over there on Spearman and Knight?  One standard-sized swimming pool, or two? More?  Neil?  Do you insist your hands are tied and that you can only do what your ANC bosses allow you to do?  A cleverly employed mantra that's allowed you to get away with the engineered runoffs since day one, when Groesbeek began funneling the fibre through the stormwater drains here in the valley, and the great colonies of toads that always bred down there had left for good...
Hell, I even remember back to when the water used to cascade down the hillside opposite, as it was run off below St Theresa's Senior Boys Hostel.. That had gone on for ages until I began taking pictures of that river of water, and a crew were sent in to the horse-yard to set up a less obvious means of runoff...

Illegal water and electricity connections?  Hell yes, but certainly not by the poorest of the poor... Corruption of water and power in eThekwini is down to one thing, and one thing only... To gain the means to access every business and home stealthily, in order to control your lives.. Object, and see how quickly you fall prey to all manner of mischief.. Cars on your property tampered with, your dogs falling ill, gate motors stolen etc, and if that fails to bring you into line it will be your health that suffers next...
When did YOU acquire the Big C?  Anytime after 2004?  Do you reside here in the Zone perhaps?  (that would be Sydenham, Sherwood, Asherville, Clare Estate and Reservoir Hills).  For, thanks to your homies the Shaikboys, and their collaboration with the Sydenham Druglord Michael Barnabas, you have been blessed to be the recipients of a thick blanket of unregulated wireless frequencies being carried across the area by Roux's ultra-short laser showers.. Aren't we the lucky ones?
Peace..

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Monday 22nd July 2013 at 9.01am.