Gone up in smoke..
(begun Friday 31st January at 4.20am..)


Twice I've managed to see that enormous jumbo as it headed low, east to west, over Sydenham, and I've a feeling there's more to it's presence here than we'll ever be told.. Trials?  What trials FFs, and who's on board that gigantic plane as it goes by so slowly that it looks ready to fall out of the sky?
It's the paintwork on it's underbelly that has me interested, and I don't recall seeing a jet with that dark finish before.. Some sort of special repellant substance perhaps?  To protect it's onboard computers from the great banks of ultrashort lasers and the loads they're carrying?
Are British Intelligence on board those flights, gathered in a huddle as they do their calculations?
Surely no pilot in their right mind would fly at such low altitude over an area literally choked with unregulated wireless, unless they knew exactly what they were doing, and were deliberately testing some form of safety features?  Poisonous Wabbit?  Anything you'd care to share with us on the operations being carried out by those BA airline pilots?  Is that dark charcoal finish indeed designed to deflect the worst of the crud that blankets the air above Sydenham?

It had become apparent that the UK Spies were involved in the Smart City surveillance Project way back when the Newtons were still living at Moth Cottage No. 11 Harris Crescent.  Little Missus N and her youngest were making a fine contribution to the Cause, and between them and their dislike for the tenants at No. 5, they'd have been hammering her over the airwaves on a regular basis... Where are they now?  Still over in Bartle Road, and have they found other targets as worthy as Sue the Book?
As a graduate of Balliram's tutelage, Missus N would have no problem picking up the threads since their relocation, no matter where they went, although I can only hope that by now their three or four unfortunate wireless-battered dogs have been put out of their misery.  Why were they forced to leave No. 11 like that?  The real reason if you please?  Had my regular conversations with Sue the Book at No. 5, and the fact that our symptoms as a result of the Recruit's attentions, consistently matched, played a part in their enforced relocation?

Once it was decided that the only way to close that leak was to invite the Librarian's kid on board the Project, to ensure his mother's silence, was the writing on the wall for the Newtons?  I've no doubt Agent Newton had eavesdropped on one too many derogatory conversations regarding her youngest's dubious character, for her to ever work comfortably alongside a Recruit from No. 5, and so they had to go...
Our gung-ho Operative at No. 6 will of course be seeing to it that the already battered Librarian still gets her fair share of painful attention, but he'll cloak it under the guise of the change-over, and his Handler's will let him get away with it...
I've maintained all along that the Monitoring can be achieved with the minimum of pain being caused to the targets, and last night had proven to be a stunning confirmation of this...

Sure, I'd been forced as usual to shut the window behind my TV chair in the lounge, and to pull the lamp plug from the wall, but on the whole, the now regular vicious personal attacks hadn't materialised...
What had changed to cause that respite, however temporary?  Could it be the GameWrecker's unexpected interest in Duncan MacLeod's article at TechCentral?  The piece he wrote back in 2011 on Groesbeek and i3africa and their intention to lay fibre across the country?
It had been my better half who'd subsequently pointed out Groesbeek's reported failures in both the UK and Oz, to set up a similar network through the stormwater and sewage lines, and I was all too ready to point out that there was clear evidence of the problems this caused, right next door at No. 10...

The sewage effluent run off onto our property, and the heavy stench of raw sewage that floated over to ours more often than not, confirmed my claims that my Excellent Neighbour has been gifted with fibre for the sterling work she does as a Monitor for the Smart City surveillance Project, and you could see that the penny had finally dropped, as my old man digested the facts...
Is my husband's revelation after nearly a decade of denial set to improve my lot in any way?  I would hazard that to be a no...
Although Someone had woken me after 3am in the nicest possible way, (no doubt generating the usual snide amusement in a cruel game that's becoming less funny each day), it was followed shortly afterwards by a wall of the BackFire frequency as my Shift Monitor was joined by a crony or two, pushing those hateful levels up off the wall...

So no, despite there's a chance they might well practise just a tad more caution during daylight hours, until a complete rethink is done on the over-the-top levels set by the sadistic Area Controller Balliram, his original labrats are set to continue suffering from random assaults...
How simple would it be for this one-eyed King of the Blind to cause interference to the monitoring technology, and to insist to his proxies that the higher levels are necessary to overcome that interference?  A doddle, right?
And yet, on the occasions that  (I'm guessing) No.10 have been given the reins, the relaxation of pain has been astonishing...
Yeah - of course Jesus' Sunbeam at No. 12 will have been keeping a close watch on her, as he and Balliram have a 'special' relationship...
Nonetheless, if Missus G can monitor our home with the minimum of fuss and unpleasantness, why do we continue to suffer astonishing heatwaves throughout our home, and all manner of aches and pains?  Even now as I sit here at the desk with all the windows open and the ceiling fan going, the sweat drips from me.. There's a cool wind blowing outside on this grey morning, and the temperature in these rooms should've adjusted accordingly.  It hasn't...

Friday 31st January at 4.24am

Plagiarise?  Thieve it, change it subtlely, and OWN it?  Could I ever look myself in the ugly mug again?  After all, Allegations R Us has a standard to maintain, and we're pretty proud of the successful guesses we've made so far...
It's a daunting 8-page read for this tard of little brain, but maybe that's the way to go... Peruse carefully, pick out the stuff that's really interesting, and dump the things you find too far-fetched?
What shall I call it?  The Manase Report ll?  What was it on that eight-page diatribe that had our then City Manager tossing his toys from the cot, and threatening to call the cops unless that site was shut down?
Read it, and just maybe I'll find the answer?
Cops? What cops?  Glen Nayager's long gone up in smoke, Jackie's on dialysis, and Mpisane has left the Metro Force to concentrate on counting his wife's millions..  So - Which cops would our Mikey have called back then?  Richard Mdludli perhaps?  Anwar Dramat? Would Johan Booysens have come to Sutcliffe's rescue, before he was so neatly taken out of action, or would the General have gone after the Town Clerk himself?

Did anyone that actually matters get to read that 2011 TechCentral report on Groesbeek's dreams and aspirations for the sewers of cities across South Africa?
Anyone that's not on board this nefarious scheme already?  What exactly is i3africa and H2O's connection to the Sivest Developers, and would we recognize any of the names behind that company?
Has anyone given a copy of those allegations to our Shadow Minister of Police to read, or is damage control hastily reassuring her that it was a load of unsubstantiated bullshit, and not worthy of her interest?
His name was on that document, but it doesn't mean that he was the author, and it's always possible he was simply doing the real whistleblower a favour by publishing it on durbanite.co.za...

My Watchers will have seen me put out tentative feelers in an effort to engage him, and that so far, he's not responded... Was the dude ever made to regret his participation, however oblique it may have been?  I've not so much as bothered to glance at the piece that I magically found the other day, tucked in an old folder in a box by the desk, but I'd have to bet there's a whole bunch of criminals whose names appear on those pages.. Criminals who were among the very first lot that Sutcliffe had 'gifted' with his astonishingly invasive quantum laser/wifi 'communications' system...
Handing the means to invade their neighbour's private lives to this scurvy lot wouldn't have precluded the fact that they themselves would've had their own privacy violated just as soon as the technology had been rigged up to their streetlights, and the toothy little Town Clerk would've begun building his store of Leverage files right away...

By now you can guarantee that he's got the goods on just about everyone that matters, and there's no threat big or small, he won't trot out to protect his sorry hide...
Would I recognise what it was in that angry piece that had him bringing out the big guns to force young Leon Chetty to abandon the durbanite website?
Funny enough, I don't believe it's the personal finger-pointing that rattled his cage back then, but that it's something else buried on those eight pages that had him breaking into a fine sweat...
Is someone going to find a copy for Missus KB to check out?
Corruption in the Muni isn't her business, so that's a no?

By now she will have been whispered to, of the stealthy operations the Opposition have underway to wrest control of the quantum laser surveillance technology from the Bad guys, and that her very job depends on her silence in this regard..
Is she already aware of the deal struck between Mo Shaik and the CIA, back when he was with the Intelligence Department?
Is she aware that Selebi was used to see that the Sydenham SAPS Station became the home-base for the information stolen from residents across the area, using this technology, and that nothing has changed in the interim?
That a great many of the citizens here in the Zone have no idea that their neighbours are spying on them, using the most advanced technology imaginable, and that various officers on the hill have access to this stolen information?  Crazy days.
Peace..

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Friday 31st January 2014 at 7.29am.