Catching waves...
(begun Sunday 28th July at 2.10am)
It hadn't been a struggle to get up a few minutes ago... Au contraire, my Pain Administrator had made it so unpleasant on Cloud 9 that there'd been little choice left but to come chat to you here...
A similar touch of the pain the Director of St. Philomena's mini wireless base station would've been familiar with in the four months between his diagnosis and his death? The same pain that had so many of the Sydenham community scuttling off to their GPs and Specialists after the funeral, for a quick check-up, as they'd also been having bouts of discomfort 'down there'?
I'd fetched a coffee and sat down here at the desk when that rushing sound had kicked in by der Bunker,and I figure he's activated at least one of those aircon units.. A sound that was closely followed by a burst of the Backfire frequency and a rather frantic sounding squeaking signal enhancer outside the window...
Not going to miss a word I write this morning, are we dear?
I'd hit the sack at 8.15pm last night, and it hadn't taken long for the Knives to the Back to kick off.. Individual pokes to my cancer that I tend to regard at that hour to be the arrival of more participants.. By 9.30pm it had gone relatively quiet, and I'd felt that I was the subject of some sort of lecture.. Yeah - I know it sounds crazy, but it was as though one or two of the Onlookers were being treated to a brand new experience, but that the Sadist was carefully restricting himself to the basics, and had stopped short of assaulting me in his usual fashion.. Just why, is anyone's guess... He'd more than made up for it after 1am, and his frustrated rage and irritation are palpable even now....
Gory details that most of you would rather not know about, right? Options that are available to the designated Area Controllers once they've been given control over sections of the powerlines, and are considered to be 'experts in the field' at employing Sentech/Petruccione's computerised laser program...
I didn't get back to you on the Polo's visit to Alpine Motors on Thursday, what with all the other carefully engineered mischief in between.. You'll recall that she suddenly began misfiring and cutting out again on the Tuesday, and by Wednesday it was bad enough that he'd called the agents and booked her in...
The pleasant youngster that he deals with had expressed surprise at the notion that it could be the same problem they'd dealt with in December. A tiny coil by the spark plugs apparently, and a most unusual fault, according to Justin...
There are four of those miniscule coils, so you won't be surprised to hear that yes, this was a second one gone, and this time it hadn't cost the GW R1300, but a whopping R1500 (Edit: Oops!) to repair, and there are still two to go... (at Balliram's leisure?).
Speculation? You think? If I told you that while I was out with my Vice Chair on Friday he'd mentioned that his Audi had been playing up for the previous couple of days, as well? That his car had become impossible to start, and I seem to think the spark plugs were also involved? Making more sense now? Both vehicles stand out on the driveway overnight, and both vehicles have been tampered with previously...
Captain Patsa of Pretoria's Organised Crime Unit had duly called my cell on Friday morning, and after a slight hiccup, we'd arranged to meet them up at Sydenham Station at 12.30pm. My VC had cleared it with the Station, and we'd settled ourselves in one of the Admin offices so she could take my statement. She'd scrapped the effort I'd made the night before, and said it simply wouldn't do...
We'd all sat there rather awkwardly before my VC had suggested I tell the Officers about my old man's encounter a year or so ago, with a plain-clothes policeman and his picture, which I'd done forthwith...
After which Captain Patsa had sat down at one of the computers and had typed out a brief statement which I'd read and signed, and that was pretty much that.. I'd asked W/O Maluleke when they were due to head back up to Pretoria and he'd said not for a while, so I may yet get to see them again, who knows? *waves to Lt.Col. van Rensburg...
Funny how, the day before when they'd been at my gates, she'd insisted several times that I was very clever and was just 'playing with them'? Where on earth would she have come up with such an idea? Something Lt. Col van Rensburg had said, when he'd issued their orders? Had it been van Rensburg (who I'm guessing is a part of the Durban Organised Crime Unit) who'd stopped to show the GameWrecker the picture of the White Widow, all that time ago? My old man had been adamant that the Officer had been satisfied with his replies, so why would he now send his colleagues on a wild-goose chase? Is General Booysens aware of the miniscule role I'm forced to play in creating amusement for some of his troops, and could he care less?
As it was, I'd really warmed to the two visitors from Pretoria, and I'd added them to my list of interesting experiences, and said that the Captain could call me anytime...
My VC is an extremely well-known figure in the community, and he'd asked the Officers if they'd like to provide him with a picture of this Samantha Lewthwaite (aka Natalie Webb), and had said he could circulate it among the many people he sees on a daily basis... His offer was declined, and it appears they're not actually looking for her, but are building a picture of her movements (The W/O had used a word to describe this process, but alas, it's not one that I'm familiar with, so I can't tell you here).
I'd been fairly taken-aback by their polite refusal of my VC's sensible offer, as he knows the area and the people so well, but then again I suppose it's safe to assume that Interpol are on it, and have a fairly good idea where she's hiding out anyway.... We hadn't seen a date on that fake passport that google came up with.. The one made out to a Natalie Faye Webb residing at 8 Harris Crescent Sherwood.. I'm betting if we had, it would've been issued prior to Glen Nayager's death, and that somehow he and Barnabas had a hand in creating that sick amusement, to be tucked away for a rainy day... That rainy day had arrived on Thursday for some reason, but so far, just as with so many of Collin P Balliram's other *coughs* enterprises, has been another grand FAIL, and like I'd said to the amiable W/O, it had been a genuine pleasure to meet them...
Man, what I'd give to be able to share with them some of the finer details of what it's like to be on the receiving end of this wireless weaponry... To ask whether either of them are aware that something as seemingly innocuous as the bright shiny silver metallic bands that hold the cables to the streetlight poles provide perfect targets for the laser program operators to activate, in order to eavesdrop and view conversations being held nearby...
Something that hopefully by now you've come to realise is a fact.. That the recording devices hidden in the streetlight cowlings may be activated remotely by a nearby laser Operative, simply by hitting one of those hard-to-miss silver bands....
That in fact, there are more than enough Monitors on the ground to track any number of targets, be they fellow Officers or not..
Are the Pretoria Organised Crime Officers aware of the growing civilian army? Of the sheer number of men and women in the street, who now clutch pseudo-security clearances, and who have become proficient in the use of the quantum laser program, and may be called on at any time to access the airwaves in their area?
Is every single Officer au fait with just how invasive this technology is? That the very vehicle they've been assigned to use has an onboard computer which is vulnerable to a wireless attack at any given point? W/O Maluleke had said he was aware of the new surveillance technology, and I believe him... What would surprise me is that his superiors have filled him in on every last option available to the invisible Trackers, including the ability to zoom in and read what you're writing, in real time...
Are those two Officers aware that this remarkably advanced system employs a bouquet of previously unknown wireless frequencies as full-on weapons of war? That specific frequencies may be used with devastating results? I'd tried to tell Maluleke that IMO, the authorities would be using the technology to control the masses at the Informal Settlements as well, but of course he's an educated man with an excellent job, and I doubt he'd lose much sleep over that....
When I'd eventually found the time to log on yesterday, I'd seen an odd little comment on Chief Clark's wall, in reply to one of mine.. Did you see it? *gosh, my hearing is more impaired than usual this morning, and the sound of a heavy vehicle passing on the Freeway fluctuates wildly, in a sort of pulsing fashion*
I'd been going through the latest comments on his page the day before, when my Like option had suddenly been removed, so I'd left and gone on to another page... I confess that it had crossed my tiny mind at the time that he'd blocked me for some obscure reason, but by yesterday it was working fine again...
He'd posted something on Credibility that was way too profound for me to grasp, but in the light of my own total and ongoing lack of credibility it had jarred, and I'd simply typed Ouch! (touchy old cow, even after all these years?) and he'd taken the time to reply...
Artistic? Moi? Was he possibly inferring that I was some sort of con artist, or was he referring to the years of bullying I'd endured online, when Balliram had homed in on me with his fellow hackers and had made my life so utterly miserable? At the time I'd taken to using Window's basic Paint program, as some sort of therapy, and though my efforts with clip art were naive in the extreme, they somehow helped me through that dark patch...
So Stephen - were you among that slavering throng who'd followed me from IRC #trivia channel to #triva channel, in order to nail the opinionated old bitch back then, or was your use of the word artistic referring to something else entirely?
Whatever. I'd happily taken the gap and had posted of the visit by the POCU, and hope that satisfied the Chirpster for the moment... By then I'd felt foolishly empowered, and had gone over to post a similar tale on the Shadow Minister's page.. Will she have seen it and been advised to ignore it totally, or will it have been hastily removed as soon as I hit Post? We'll have to wait and see...
Peace julle..
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Sunday 28th July 2013 at 9.53am.
