The Village Bike..
(begun Tuesday 10th September at 3.45am..)

*Too hard-core for you?  I'm in the habit of telling the truth, despite that some of you may lose your lunch...*

What is it around 2am in the wee hours, that appears to have so many people suddenly awake for no apparent reason?  A couple of larger dogs nearby, howling miserably?  Their smaller companions yapping incessantly?  What sets them off at around the same time each dark morning?  Is that when the Project's Mischief Planners have a taxi pull in to your neighbourhood to disgorge a small band of dedicated trouble-makers?  Criminals whose brief it is to basically frighten the shit out of you and your family, and maybe let your dogs out into the road while they're at it?
We all know by now that fear itself is a powerful weapon, and after a few weeks of lying there sweating in the dark, you'll probably be ripe for the plucking and more than amenable to the idea of linking up to the neighbouring homes via your powerlines, in order that you may 'look after each other'..

Course you may have to lose that beautiful old oak tree that's been in your front garden for decades, but it's obstructing the line of sight to Mr. van den Berg's property across the road, and that astonishingly powerful wall light he installed recently... Oh - And if you could put in a few additional outdoor lights of your own, it'll improve the signal no end...
You or your teenage kids enjoy computer games?  Brilliant!  Then you'll have no problem learning to use the computerised laser program that forms the basis of this sophisticated monitoring system.. The Project Planners have had nine years to set up a core group of the laser program users in practically every suburb across eThekwini, although I suspect it's going to take a great deal longer to run the actual fibre to each and every streetlight...

A decade from now, there'll still be roads torn up and water flooding the streets, and blackouts, as the PTB attempt to cover every inch of the landscape in an effort to thieve your privacy... Much is being made of google's online spying, and of the invasive means that banks and the like are using to ferret out their customer's personal details...  None of these dire-sounding warnings should bother you much, if at all...
Not when the Mthiyane Contractor's shiny new truck was parked on a verge nearby just yesterday, and the crew were busy 'adjusting' a nearby streetlight.. Not when a waterpipe two doors down from you, burst a week ago, and poured it's precious load out into the street for five hours straight, before anyone arrived to shut it down...  Not when there's been a gang of wekkers digging up the street a hundred yards from your front gates, and you've been having ongoing problems with your landline..
You head out away from home to the office each day, and it's already the weekend before you realise that several nearby trees have disappeared?  WTF?  You too have been waking up each morning around 2am, and if you listen carefully, there's a strange electronic humming or buzzing that fills the air outside?  Once your ears have picked it up, it drives you nuts and you can't ignore it?

If any of these scenarios ring a bell, you should know that Sutcliffe's quantum laser/wireless 'communications' system has arrived in your area, and that fairly soon, one of your nearby neighbours is going to get to know more about you and your family than you could ever imagine...
You'd like to avoid this happening if possible?  In your dreams, although you could always contact MWeb, who are apparently the official re-sellers of this remarkably invasive technology, and question how you go about getting onto the so-called Grid...
I've no doubt their tech will take your details and say they'll get back to you, and that thereafter, a thorough investigation will be made to see which Sales Pitch is the most suitable to feed you...
Anyone in your home that would make a likely Recruit to the Data Collector's Army, or is it just the two of you, retired and barely computer literate?
All of these factors will no doubt be hastily researched by the re-sellers before an Agent is despatched to discuss the finer details with you...

How'm I doing, Jannie?  Anywhere near the truth of the matter, Mr. van Zyl?  Sure, here in Sydenham it's been more of a word of mouth system used to enrole great swathes of the community to this Experiment.. Mostly the churches and their leaders, that are dotted so heavily about the area, right? Once they'd been persuaded (often no doubt in return for financial assistance), that this technology is in fact a gift from god, it would've been a doddle to set about feeding it to strategic members of the relative congregations... All carried out in careful whispers, as there are unfortunately those like my Vice Chair and the redoubtable Missus A from Knight Road who would be appalled by the idea of spying on your neighbours...

LATER at 6.20am

When I'd pointed out to Vincent last Saturday, the large amount of white substance I'd discovered daubed on the terrace wall and hidden behind THIS clump of palms, he'd not hesitated and said it was a fungus... I'm not arguing, said I, but it's a fungus that made it's way here in some sort of container... I'd carefully taken pictures of the side steps the afternoon before, and when my horticulturist had disappeared from view for some time in that area on Saturday morning, I'd gone up with my camera to shoot all the new green splodges he'd just applied.. See - HERE's the before, and HERE's the after...(You'll have to wait for those).
His face had darkened considerably when I'd explained it to him, but I'd left it at that, as there's no point in falling out with him..
His Handlers would've been urging him to apply all and every chemical combination, lichen, and fungus they have available, to those walls, no doubt in order to see how long it takes before the plaster is eaten away and sections begin to collapse..
I occasionally find that after he's left some of the bigger stones in the rockery at the top have been dug out and moved to other terraces, whether to destabilise the top section and loosen the drive where the Polo is parked, is anyone's guess, but the possibility must be factored in as my landscape artist is OWNED by the Druglord's fanboys....

Do you throw yourselves around in a rage at the thought of shack-dwellers helping themselves to free electricity?  Something that I'll insist has been encouraged mightily since the arrival of the Smart City Project.. There sits our young Mr. Jali up in the Palmiet Settlement, with a satellite dish and several DStv channels of his choice, totally unhindered by the authorities...
When were the last fires set in that camp?  Hell, you can guarantee that at least some of those shacks were deliberately razed to the ground to allow the PTB to replace them with those laser-loving shiny silver sheets of zinc...
There's a dead spot over at Kennedy Road, that the signal can't reach?  A quick call to the likes of Jackson Gumede, and within a few days a candle will 'fall over', or a paraffin stove explode, and in the blink of an eye there'll be a silver sardine can or two, replacing the destroyed homes, to ensure the wireless-bearing lasers can reach that corner...

Are the abahlali aware of the surveillance initiative?  Has someone whispered to Sbu Zikode of a means that can be used to promote his organisation, and did he fall into the trap and buy it?
Are the good people in the Opposition party aware of the methods used by the surveillance technology Promoters to achieve their aims, or do they easily shrug off my claims as lunacy?  Constantly reassured that their guys are gaining the upper hand in the control of the airwaves, and to sommer sit vas for a bit longer, before a change for the better will take place?
How much ruination to the environment will you tolerate silently while you wait for this miracle to happen?
How many lives will be lost to the engineered crime and to the unregulated wireless that's blanketing the country, before you begin to question the REAL motives behind this push to control the population?
How many animals will suffer enormous batterings to their ears and jaws from the wireless, or be liberated from the safety of their property, only to be dumped terrified on a busy road, merely to compound the obvious? That the country is going to hell in a hand-basket, and change is needed?

Will you foolishly continue to point at the Ruling Party as the author of all this carefully engineered wickedness, or will the scales fall from your eyes and allow you to see that the Sutcliffes, Spences, and MacLeods are as much behind this inhumane scheme as the Shaikboys and the Guptas?
Leaving you precisely where?  Stuck in the middle of an almighty battle for control of the airwaves?
With Telkom carefully playing both sides of the fence, and all the other telecom giants on board, what chance does the average Joe have of surviving?

Since the installation of Mr. Patel's FTTH last Thursday at No. 4, I'm not faring too well at all, and I guess my fellow labrats are in the same boat...  A bloated and raddled blow-up doll would best explain my current plight, as any number of Data Thieves/perverts barrel on in over our powerlines to explore the effects of their wireless-bearing lasers on every inch, inside and out, of my aged wreck of a body...  Does it console me in any way to know for a fact that I'm not alone in being abused to such lengths, as some sort of Learning Aid? 'Fraid not, folks..
It's maddening to know they're out there, but they're as incapable of raising the alarm as I am... Did I say raising the alarm?  Hell, I've had going on nine years in which to warn you, and yet our situation is if anything, worse today than it was back in 2005, when Balliram and Spence had nailed my friend Basil so neatly..
All I'm doing here with my endless yapping is providing an example of the futility of fighting this behemoth, as it creeps inexorably across the land...
Peace..

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Tuesday 10th September 2013 at 9.35am.