HARSH REALITY..
(begun Monday 27th February at 4.50am..)


So Johan Booysens was ultimately answerable for the actions of the killer unit stationed in Cato Manor? If this entire exercise was designed to show how the Surveillance technology may be used to aid the Good Team, we're in for a battle royal...
What I'd have to ask immediately, is whether Booysens is aware that his casually spoken words made in the so-called privacy of his own home, may now be enhanced, recorded, and relayed back to a nearby Area Controller? Is he fully aware of the devices hidden in the streetlight cowlings, and how swiftly they may be activated to monitor his movements?   Who is ostensibly the 'owner' of the area in which Booysens resides, or is the cop canny enough to keep moving?
Nayager had foolishly assumed he was safe, and look at how he ended up FFS.. Would Booysens recognise any gout-like symptoms, or a change in his heart rate, for what they were, or would he blindly put them down to justifiable stress, and head off to a trusted family GP?

Are Wantitall making a killing on their radiation measuring devices, and does Booysen himself carry one with him wherever he goes? Are they reliable, and who exactly is the importer?  *fascinated... Man, you've got to be realistic here. If at any stage they have to be plugged in to the power supply for charging purposes, they would immediately become open to corruption by a keen-eyed Area Controller tasked to watch a particular address, and specifically what devices are plugged into which jackpoints.. You think I'm kidding? Hah!
In Booysen's case, every aspect of monitoring will be employed, and I'm guessing that should he spend more than two nights in a row at the same address, he won't be able to count on his own personal radiation meter to give him an accurate reading...

How often have I told you of Balliram's ability to drain a battery remotely?  How B.Snr's car would be put to bed in good order overnight, only to find the following morning that the battery had been drained completely..  A nifty little party trick that our crooked Controller employed on Sue the Book's car a couple of time as well, before he was told that that particular bit of magic was best kept under wraps?
How many times have I muttered aloud that there was something going on up in the street that was worthy of recording for my photo album, only to find that once I'd climbed the stairs and switched on the camera and focused it, it would suddenly go nuts and switch itself on and off or inform me that the batteries needed replacing? *winks..

It's now 5.45am, and as I sit here next to the computer in the lounge, the Broken Hip frequency kicks in without any warning, and a couple of startled hadedas roosting in the avo tree cry out in surprise..*grins..  I remark aloud to the brute that I will happily snitch on his behaviour here, and I go over to check that the jackpoint behind the TV is switched off....
Astonishingly, when I sat back down only a minute later, the Broken Hip frequency had gone, and he tentatively tried the pain in the neck frequency instead ..*eyeroll... Did Sue the Book endure another of those ghastly headaches once she'd retired to bed last night, or was the Sadist advised to discontinue that particularly malevolent practise? Bastard.. *spits..

Do V and his fellow droogs carry about a tiny vial with an easy-to-apply nozzle that contains a liquid that once applied to a surface, gives off a luminescent glow?  A glow that is easily picked up by the technology Balliram operates, and which allows him to enhance the attacks with precision?  I care nothing for your hoots of mirth at my attempts to figure out what exactly it is that causes Millie to cry out occasionally, as I walk down the path outside the lounge window...
Or for that matter, why the signal is now so strong as I stand at the kitchen sink, where I'm more often than not battered by whatever vile frequency my Controller has opted to use at that point... Something minute, that's hastily applied to the courtyard wall, where it's unlikely I would ever recognise it?  It's a grey dawn outside and I've switched off all the outer spotlights, though as I've told you, this doesn't affect the wireless flooding into our house in any way, and the pressure in my ears is increasing as I scribble here... *blinks..
The desk lamp suddenly dips as the Sadist seeks to pinpoint my new location, and Millie finally starts to protest.. When in doubt, use the tried and trusted BackFire to get your point across, o Pig of the Century? Hey, if it works, why not...?

I'd hazard there's very few of you who are privy to the full reality of the systematic assaults carried out by Collin P. Balliram, and that for the most part they will continue to be laughed off as the ramblings of a Simpleton...  Do I appear bothered by this in any way?  There you go then... *grins..
At 6am sharp, the Creature cracked noisily in behind the TV, making no attempt at stealth whatsoever.. To demonstrate his irritation he upped the BackFire a level or two, in a spiteful effort to remind me just who's running this show... Predictability has become the bane of our Precious Controller, without a doubt..*snorts...

You simply can't use the words benevolence and Roy Moodley in the same breath, no matter what lengths the millionaire racehorse owner goes to, to hide his ties to the local mafia...
Time to replace your PRO Roy, or at the least have a picture taken for public consumption that doesn't shriek dodgy...? Sunday Times Extra, Page 5 has the politically connected Royal Security owner running rings around a fellow Umhlanga resident..
Will Dayalan Gopal Pillay capitulate and accept Roy's generous offer, or will he foolishly attempt to stand his ground, risking both his and his family's health in the process? Any friends of Dayalan's may care to check whether the surveillance technology on the streetlights outside his home in Umhlanga has been activated? The women in that home are likely to be the first to feel the effects of Mr. Moodley's attentions, by way of the Burning Hands or Pins and Needles symptoms... Ag, I've given you all the signs to look for, and if you're a true friend of Pillay's you'll follow up my warning... *shrugs...

And how's young Rajiv Narandas doing these days?  The latest picture in the press a couple of weeks back, had him continuing to look like the cat who'd got the cream, and I assume he's still supremely confident that by fair means or foul, he can stall the court proceedings long enough for the dead boy's parents to give up and shut up.. Has Roy been unable to entice the Singh's Area Controller away from his connection to Narandas, despite all his efforts, or has he joined forces with the steroid-soaked youngster to ostensibly assist him? Interesting times fosho....

We had to skip watching The King's Speech last night as it overlapped the second episode of the unmissable Downton Abbey.. Hopefully Multi-Choice will run the movie again soon, at a time suitable for the ancient.. If your old folks have resisted DSTV up to now, it's time to persuade them to invest...  And yes - I've not forgotten that Multi-Choice are playing their part in ultimately harnessing the population for the telecoms industry, but I don't give a toss, and am all too happy to escape the harsh realities of life in front of the goggle-box.  Sies vir my...
Peace..

---oOo---

Monday 27th February 2012 at 8.50am.

TIGHTROPE...
(begun Friday 24th February at 3.25pm..)

*Problems with iBurst since yesterday morning? You don't say? Booting up much earlier had Desktop throwing up a Windows message saying 'Your computer has recovered from a serious error'.. After that I was treated to a series of Secure Connection Failed and the like.  All this due to a general problem with iBurst? Wow! *winks..  A restore, defrag, and critical areas scan later, and I'm hanging in here by the skin of my teeth..*

Balliram hasn't even bothered to wait until the GW headed off to the shops before he cranked up the levels of BackFire to a spiteful degree.. Hell, why should he bother to hide?
Maybe I've had it wrong from the start.. Maybe the many residents spellbound by the Project's premise were told early on of the cameras and home-invasive audio monitoring abilities of this magical wireless technology.
It's always possible that the Druglord convinced the Suckers that there's no-one available to monitor that side of the technology, and that it's still in it's early testing stages and won't affect them..*chokes...
Meanwhile, back at the old ranch, situated under the red and white radio mast on Ridge Road, it's another story entirely, hey chaps?
Repeated visits to designated targets across the Zone are causing them all manner of ailments, are they not?  By now there will have been more than a few fatalities as a direct result of these attentions, and I guess Jannie will shrug it off as a necessary toughening-up of the Area Controllers for the war that lies ahead.. What war?  So far it's been a one-sided massacre of the innocent of all ages, so tellus, what befokte war?

Is Roy Moodley, Michael Barnabas' counterpart for Umhlanga and Phoenix?
My word, but have you seen just how many companies have signed up for his Royal Security operation?  SAPS!??  *snorts... Is our Roy another who whispers to the Opposition that he supports them, while out in public he wears an ANC BigWig uniform?
Double dealing so rife that it has you unable to tell the Good from the Bad? Just the way Jannie's Superiors like it?

While you may be salivating at the thought of FTTH actually being within your reach, you'd best keep your fingers crossed that Mr. van Zyl finds you worthy of an invite to his Network.. The Chosen here in Sherwood who have had fibre stuffed through their waterlines right into their homes, appear to have escaped the fallout from this magical technology..  This IMHO only confirms that it's due to the deliberate personal attentions of Collin P. Balliram, employing the wireless over powerlines, that has the rest of us on our knees and suffering...

Have Telkom's white wireless boxes made it onto the streetlight poles in your area yet?
Down in Knysna?  Stellenbosch?  Don't be fooled by all the other purveyors of fibre now touting their wares... Telkom's Network is the one to watch... Those canny thieves will be working across the country with your local municipalities, to achieve stealthy access to your homes, via your powerlines...
It should be a fairly simple exercise to follow their progress via your local freesheets, and specifically the Letters to the Editor pages...

Cable theft, lights left on during the day, massive water runoffs, surges taking out your appliances, and your house lights dipping, are all clear indications that you have a gate-crasher visiting your home, and chances are you will find the standard voltage? levels to your house will increase dramatically, and your plug pins will regularly become dangerously hot...
Were your own Area Controller to find your private conversations entertaining, and begin to visit you frequently, you may find that you acquire 'tinnitis' or begin experiencing Knives to the Fingers or Hand or even pins and needles .... These symptoms will be brushed aside airily by that Master of Subterfuge, Jannie van Zyl, as absolutely nothing to worry about..*chokes..

Bearing in mind that his Bosses have had well over a decade to lay the groundwork, any anxious queries raised will be glossed over by a pack of well-rehearsed lies... *yawns... Doubtless you will be made to feel a weakling should you continue to express your concerns, and the threat of becoming ostracised will have you toeing the line smartly...  Has the Telecoms Agent filled your heads with grand tales of the Oppostion ousting the Ruling Party, and corruption becoming a thing of the past, simply through the use of the wireless/fibre technology?  *eyeroll..

Sunday 26th February at 5.30am

Two rather larger-than-life humans, plus two chubby dogs, crammed on one bed however big, didn't make for much sleep last night...The youngsters are down from Rosetta for a couple of days, and we've had to double up as a result...
Speaking of which - The Telkom lines running by my kid's landlady's home on the Kamberg Road were 'stolen' back in December, and two months later, there's been no sign of them being replaced...  The Aviator had been on the verge of signing up for Telkom's adsl service, as using his cellphone to connect is proving horrendously expensive.. Their landlady is a fairly recent widow and well into her seventies, and is now forced to rely solely on her cellphone for communication ..
A pretty untenable situation when you consider her vulnerability, and the fact that the 'stolen' lines feed all the houses on the opposite side of the road as well...

Having myself witnessed several powerful lights active during daylight hours, from among those homes, I guess it's safe to assume that that stretch of the Kamberg Road is fully wired with the magical surveillance technology and that either Earl or Roy have a stooge installed nearby as Area Controller... Unlikely as it is that either Balliram or his Mentor Barnabas will admit to it, the likelihood that the outbuilding that my kid occupies is wired, is more than probable.... It must have been the year before last, while she'd been visiting the Aviator over in the UK, that news had come that her living quarters had been accessed, but that nothing had been taken... Her 'visitors' had not been surprised during the act, as the breakin had only been discovered sometime during the next day...

My point?  That if, as I strongly suspect, there is a designated Area Controller now living in one of those nearby homes, who is privy to the most intimate of conversations held in what my kid regards as the privacy of her home, the very least that you owe them is to have the landline cabling replaced, and to cut the crap once and for all...
I don't wish to find that either she or her elderly landlady become the victims of some heinous organised crime, where having access to something as basic as a bloody landline could have saved them.. *snarls...
Make a plan Stan... Override the protests of the curry mob or whoever it is that oversees that backwater in Rosetta, and replace their landline.. Make it known that it's off-limits to the crews hired to remove the cabling, and at least up the odds a fraction, that they may survive this engineered holocaust....

My son was finally able to access his Amazon Gift certificate, the night before last.. A small miracle, for which I'm duly grateful...
Whether merely an administrative error or not, is unknown, and I've not yet enquired whether his geyser problems have been sorted out.  His sister tells me that he is currently limping about in pain due to a back problem he acquired at the gym.
Some of you will appreciate why this latest news has my antenna quivering, though most of you will as usual, laugh it off.. If it's nothing to do with his apartment in Camden being wired, a course of Voltaren should see him on the mend quite swiftly, and if not, and he remains inexplicably lame, I would again draw your attention to these remarkable coincidences...
Geyser problems, internet problems, and now physical problems, sound all too familiar, do they not?
You're welcome to toss the paranoid chestnut my way, but to those of you who've managed to evade a total brainwashing, I ask, no, I BEG, that you keep my kids safe from the criminal element that the telecoms industry have seen fit to employ.. Namely, Collin P. Balliram and his colleagues in crime..

I finally staggered through to the lounge this morning after 5am to find a text waiting for me, requesting me to go over to Bechet.. The details show that it arrived on the 25th Feb at 20:41:10, though at 8pm last night the lounge was swarming with family, and yet no-one heard it arrive.  *blinks.. Balliram?  As my personal Network Admin have you any idea why that sms came in on silent, and why?  *regards the crooked Controller with interest...
There are good people over there, and the less I have to do with them, the happier Earl is?
It's now 6.30am and the Sadist enhances his listening pleasure by thumping into the lounge behind the TV, though he's been here with me for ages, and had squeezed my ears to eye-watering levels well over an hour ago, as I sat here next to the computer... *yawns...

LATER at 8am

I went up to fetch the Sunday papers and found Sue the Book at her gates.  A chat revealed that lately, on going to bed, she has been experiencing horrendous headaches...
Our Area Controller's excuse for this latest disgusting display of perverted power?  Sue says that despite the problems with her spine, she hasn't been bothered by headaches at all until recently, and that these only ever occur after she goes to bed... Pretty damning if you ask me, and another reason why this Psychotic Sadist needs to be incarcerated as soon as possible..
Peace..

---oOo---

Sunday 26th FEbruary 2012 at 11.46am.

LIFE'S LITTLE SURPRISES..
(begun Friday 24th February at 3.35am..)


Ja, they have a way of catching you when you least expect it.. There I was, dipping my wrinkled toes into the waters of quantum cryptology and satellites FFS, when I was reminded that I should rather stick to doing what I do best.. That is to say, giving the many intellectuals among you, cause for derisive mirth...
It appears that my persistent and idiotic attempts to assist the Educator have proven to be no more than an embarrassment to him, and though he didn't say it in so many words, he clearly wishes I would STFU.. *chokes..
Insinuating that his fellow boffins, Stef Roux, Beeuwyn Gerryts, and Cornelis Groesbeek were colluding in a project that was tantamount to mass murder, was simply pushing my luck too far, and I suspect that I've caused offence... *shrugs...

Like the old toppie we met on Wednesday, who howls single-mindedly into the wind, of Sutcliffe's corruption, am I considered no more than a passing amusement, and no-one in their right mind would ever take me seriously.. Bingo, Janneman?  *winks...
Am I stung to the quick by my latest rejection? Mildly, but I wouldn't be the Village Idiot if I didn't simply lick my wounds and stagger on regardless, now would I? *squints...

When I'd finally arrived home yesterday at about 2.30pm, it was to find Balliram's handyman fiddling about ostentatiously with their kitchen window burglar guards, though I very much doubt that had been the primary reason for his call-out... I noticed nothing spectacularly different last night, and it's always possible whatever adjustments he made won't affect us directly.. Possible, but not probable....
BTW, yesterday was the first time since before Christmas that I found myself walking without a limp..*applauds..  The damage achieved by my Controller is of course irrepairable, and were that hip to be scanned, odds are that, that cartilage has also gone forever...
Proving that I have my father's genes, and that prior to the systematic assaults by the Sadist, I was free of any form of arthritis, ain't gonna happen, and you will be all too happy to believe that at 66, these aches and pains come with the territory... *belches..

The old toppie and his wife live down the end of West Street, in an apartment block called Kenton.. She's in a wheelchair, and he walks with a cane... More age-related problems?  You think?  He lays his crippling down to the fact that a few years ago he was attacked by four Nigerians, and as a result he carries six metal pins in his leg... His wife OTOH, explained that she'd been in the throes of a mysterious ailment (that sounded remarkably similar to the one that had my VC hospitalised), when in her fever, she fell and cracked a bone in her leg, and now she can't walk without a wheelchair or frame... Her doctor had diagnosed her fever and extreme chills as double-pneumonia, though she insists she had no cough or cold at all... He'd even sent her to a physio in order to get the non-existent phlem from her lungs.. *snorts...

You may be interested to take a drive down West Street to their apartment block and pull in outside. Check the block directly opposite their's, and see what's fixed to the right-hand side at the top floor.. Carefully painted to match the building exactly, that microwave panel faces dead-on into the apartments at Kenton.. *spews... Did I think it could be the reason for all the strange allergies that now afflict her, and the stabbing pains she often endures in her fingers and hands?  What do you think Mr. van Zyl?  Your expert opinion?  The old bloke had already told me his neighbour is ill as a result of all the radiation in the area, and I'd have to guess that an overwhelming percentage of the Kenton residents are feeling the effects of that delightful attachment to the block opposite, but that happily for the telecoms industry, this savagery remains unprovable...

Turns out the GW had sent my son an Amazon gift certificate last February, for his birthday.. It had been much appreciated, so my old man had done the same again this year, only this time my kid is having endless problems redeeming it..*blinks... Anything you'd be aware of, Creep?  A grand may be peanuts to a Special Operative such as yourself, but it's a cartload of moolla to a pensioner whose funds are being steadily depleted  by the day.. *vomits.. Again, I'm betting that Baliram keeps in regular communication with the Area Controller for that part of Camden, and that he's managed to either persuade that Agent to allow him to infest my kid's laptop/PC himself, or it's a pal of his who hasn't stopped at surging the geyser... Will crying foul make a blind bit of difference?  *waits with interest....

Right, it's now 5.15am, and I've literally a mountain of newspapers to catch up on and misinterpret, but meanwhile, I'm going to head on back to Cloud 9 and ignore my Master's nearby thready squeaks for the time being..*waves..

LATER at 7.20am

It had been growing light after 5am, so before I climbed back in bed I'd gone through and switched off the outside valley spotlight, which had elicited a startled chorus of calls from a couple of nearby hadedas roosting in the trees... More craziness to suggest that these prehistoric-looking birds are affected by the wireless frequencies?  Though they don't appear to find them unpleasant enough to vacate the valley for good, they can certainly be relied on to remark loudly when the system is activated or changed in any way..
More often than not, as I unlock the verandah door and step outside, be it still pitch dark or dawn, they announce my appearance with gusto... Frequently it's the birds roosting in trees across the far side of the valley by the Recreation Centre, that cry out as soon as I open the door, and as I'm not visible to them at all, it's something else that disturbs them at that precise moment...
What else could it be, other than a sudden increase in wireless activity?  An increase that flatteringly occurs just as I emerge from my front door onto my verandah, or switch the valley spotlight off.. Magic, I tell you!

Pondorously slow as I am, it's finally hit home just how much damage I may have caused to the Rocket Scientist's reputation, with my ongoing efforts to have you seek out his posts...
To have any sort of dialogue, however banal, with one of my calibre of stupidity, would I suppose inevitably lead to questions raised on Karl Muller's own credibility...
Did someone have to point that out to him, or did he finally figure it out for himself?   Has the mere fact that I support his efforts so vociferously, damaged his reputation for good?

My feeble and frustrating attempts to steer him from the masts to the streetlights have failed, and quite possibly caused him a mischief in the process... My belated apologies if this is the case, though it's guaranteed to have cheered at least one person immensely... Loving it, Jannie?  *teeth...
If you're of the opinion that this latest revelation on my part will have me cease touting the Rocket Scientist's posts, you'd be sadly mistaken.. OTOH, attempting to speak directly to Muller was a mistake that I now regret... *purple-faced... Moving on...

I'd been delighted to get an invite to last night's Sparks Estate CPF Meeting, and had sent off a request for a lift straight away.. A day or two later and no reply had me sitting in my corner of the lounge reading, when the phone rang after 6pm and the Councillor said he would pick me up after all.. *blinks..
After a long day out and about, it was simply too late for me to go into scramble mode and be ready in time for a lift, so I regretfully declined and hope the Meeting was a success... The latest gossip has it that assistance in obtaining tenders is being offered, and the mere thought that this might be true, has my skin crawling...
It appears that however strong one's faith and prayers, once the druglord has you in his clutches, he may jerk the strings to the tune of his choice.. Would it make a huge difference if I knew who had started this latest mischievous rumour?  Maybe, maybe not..*shrugs...
My attempts at uniting the two Sector Forums were always doomed to fail, although I'll plod on regardless...

The sun is behind the clouds for the moment, in more ways than one, but hey - I intend making the most of the drop in temperature while I can.. Cheers and
peace...

---oOo---

Friday 24th February 2012 at 10.03am.

QUANTUM CRYPTOLOGY...
(begun Wednesday 22nd February at 3am..)

*As a confirmed Idiot, it matters little if I'm way off beam, (you'll pardon the pun), but I like it, it fits, and I'm using it...*

It creeps me out on the odd occasion that I feel the incredible heat coming off Cloud 9 beneath me, or the foam cushions on my chair in the lounge.. Are they supposed to feel unnaturally hot, where I've been sitting/lying?  What sort of body temperature do I have to reach to make that happen?  And don't give me that it's like that all the time, during the sweltering summer months here in Durban..  I could count on one hand the times I've actually noticed that weird phenomenon, though you can bet your bottom dollar I've slept through dozens more such episodes and woken up absolutely drenched in sweat.. Another charming side-effect of Balliram's avid attentions, fosho.. *shrugs...

There's just thick silence outside as I sit here at the desk, and I heard no wirelessed nunu kick in when I sat up in bed earlier. Instead, the heat is suddenly increased ten-fold, and Sophie jumps off the bed next door, and we're back into our usual routine as always...*yawns...
In the bedroom, where I'm lined up so precisely to bear the brunt of the Sadist's assaults, it doesn't seem to matter that the curtains are now drawn tightly together each night. Often enough a nearby nunu device kicks in as I sit or stand up, anyway, and for some reason the term infra-red pops into my cooked head...

Do Gerryts and Groesbeek have a share in the satellite used to provide my precious DSTV?  I remember reading something not long ago about a South African satellite launched that was also capable of enhancing night time monitoring amongst other things? I'm betting the copy didn't read like that, but that's how I chose to interpret it, and I remember thinking at the time that it's got to be Project related... *looks at the creator of i3 Africa..(Edit:  I found an article that might interest you.   Titled Starring South Africa, by Jennifer Stastny, it may be found in the Popular Mechanics Issue of May 2010.)
See, it's the smallest things that give me pause for thought, and in this case it's the fact that nowhere in his/her eight page diatribe, A Better Life For All, did the whistleblower mention either Groesbeek or i3Africa.. You don't find that just a bit odd?  Both the companies he created, Fibre City and H20 were there, with their Directors, so why not Cornelis?

Our Media have launched into an in-your-face drive to promote something called Constitution Week, and I swear I saw a full two page ad. touting this in one of the Sunday papers... *gags... Does it give you a warm fuzzy feeling to know that we've got such an excellent safety-net in place to protect us, or are you like me, nauseated by the bald-faced lies?  It's not something you want to hear a 66-year old retard banging on about?  WhyTF not? After all, were all equal in the eyes of the Constitution are we not?  Se VOET!!!
The fact remains that the Right to Privacy clause is a joke, and you can most certainly include the right to freedom from being experimented upon as well... It's sad that not one of you challenges this travesty, either... There are always exceptions to the rule? Once you go down that road my friend, you're lost for good.. *shrugs..

I never did get around to re-reading the Sunday papers and there's something niggling away at me as a result.. .. A rotten cop who in 2009 insisted he was the top Intelligence Officer, and deserved to be the next head of the Scorpions?  I'll be lucky to find the article, though I'm guessing it's to do with the attempts to take Booysens down? Cheers...

LATER at 4.35am

The livers are cooling out on the verandah, and still Balliram keeps his toys silent.. It was a very different kettle of fish last night at bedtime, when I'd taken the dogs outside only to hear a full-throated  wireless song flooding out from across the playing field, and I'd inadvertently kick-started several of the usual culprits into their grinding squeaks.. *grins..  I'd actually fallen asleep with the nunu nearest my window purring away relentlessly.. Section 3a, Page 231 of the Spy Manual?  Keep the target off balance at all times, by altering the routine?  *chokes...

Where's our Professor Francesco Petruccione these days?  Setting up the killing machine down in PE or Cape Town alongside Corne, or simply sitting in a dark corner over at the Howard College base-station, counting his millions?  Somebody has a record of all those Meetings held back in the nineties.. I'd lay odds there are actually video clips of Sutcliffe, Groesbeek and Petruccione gathered around a table to thrash out the finer details of this wondrous scheme...  As far as we guinea pigs here in Sherwood were concerned, it will have kicked off on Monday 4th March 2004, when a Muni Electricity Department crew arrived to cut across the road from our streetlight to the Moth Cottage at No. 11 HERE.. Those six Flame Lily run homes would've been the very first rigged out for the Project, due to the fact that the Illuminati Brian Osborne was Head of the Flame Lily Board of Trustees at the time..

LATER at 8.35am

I went up with the dog's food as usual, and sure enough, Mr. Couldn't-Care-Less had his bright little eavesdropping device activated inside the streetlight cowling..*eyeroll.. Worth it Creep?  Were you delighted to hear that B.Jnr. was lying prone on the floor at home, in an attempt to ease the pain in his spine?  What a bloody hero you are, to be sure.. *spits...

It was last week when the GW had come through to say there'd been a fire at the Mt. Edgecombe SARS building, and he thought it had been a lawyer's office on the top floor that had been destroyed..I'd shrugged it off cynically as just another electrical fire, bought and paid for by someone wishing to either destroy documents or make life miserable for a fellow attorney...
Turns out I was only half-right, as the article in last night's Daily News, Front Page NIA Secret documents go up in flames, corrected me....
You'll no doubt be as relieved as I was, to read that back-up records for all documents in possession of the NIA are 'believed' to be stored at several remote locations in the country.. NOT.
How long before someone blabs those secret locations and more fire trucks have to be called out?  Someone has made a decidedly successful attempt at putting the brakes on the enquiry into the corruption surrounding the Intelligence Department, and I guess an Area Controller out that way has had a nice fat bonus added to his bank account, for services (surges) rendered...
I had my Nokia brick on the charger for less than an hour this morning, and when I took it off it was red-hot.. Not exactly rocket science to surge a specific jack repeatedly until it bursts into flames, as I've told you often enough..*belches...

I found the article I was looking for on the front page of the Sunday Tribune.. Crooks out to get me - Top Cop.  Booysens is in possession of a pretty damning document. A transcript of a conversation held in 2009.. However much I would've like for the cop doing the talking to have been our friend Glen Nayager, it wasn't, and it shows that plenty of other fairly high-ranking policemen have also succumbed to the project-related Omnipotence Disease..
My big question would have to be who the heck the chap was talking to.. Who would he refer to as Boss? Boss as in higher rank, Mafia hierarchy, or just a figure of speech?  *fascinated..

LATER at 1pm..

I'd made a plan on Monday night to go out with my Vice Chair this morning, and was dismayed but unsurprised to find that Balliram had disapproved... When I picked S up, he was in pain and limping badly, and said that he was woken at 2.30am by a full-on assault and that his foot was giving him hell... As it was, we'd driven down into the city and had a brief chat to the old toppie, and both of us agreed afterwards that he knew nothing of the Wireless/Fibre over powerlines surveillance project, and as such was no threat to the criminals operating the system...*shrugs.. See http://www.deathofdurban.blogspot.com/

Thursday 23rd February at 4am

The old dude had given us some literature and dvds, and we'd left him and gone on down for morning tea on the beachfront, before heading home.. My Vice Chair had called much later at about 5pm to say he'd taken his agonised foot to bed once I'd dropped him back at home, and that when he'd woken up an hour or so later, every last vestige of pain had miraculously vanished... *blinks..
As I'd told him earlier over coffee, that Balliram could, at the mere tap of a computer key, remove the agony when he chose, I was pretty chuffed to have the Honourable Man confirm what I'd said...

Like I was saying Earl, it's pretty rad that your Special Agent is now giving away the secrets of this technology so freely, and I'm much obliged that you're allowing this to continue happening.. *curtseys gratefully.. Of course it doesn't change anything at all in the long run, though Groesbeek, Gerryts and Francesco Petruccione may be a little disappointed at being outed for their part in this inhumane experiment.. *shrugs..

Peace...

---oOo---

Thursday 23rd February 2012 at 7.40pm.

STATING THE OBVIOUS..
(begun Monday 20th February at 5.15am..)


Did anyone among the remaining Good guys over in the UK bother to check up on the Controller for the Camden area?  Was he told to leave my kid's power supply alone, and in particular, to stop spiking the geyser? *interested...
It's a given that Controllers hang out together online and compare their experiences, and that will be where I first gained my notoriety as the single most stupid person in the Universe.. *grins...
It's unlikely that there was ever anyone appointed to sit quietly in the background and monitor the Controllers themselves, and it's more likely that they were left to police their own behaviour.. Oops...
Balliram's exploits would have had him at the top of the heap for a long time, backed and supported as he was, by that Telecom's heavyweight himself, Jannie van Zyl....

It's interesting to speculate when the first change to those collective opinions began surfacing, and a few braver than the rest began voicing their disgust at the lengths gone to, to cause this Idiot further misery....
Hell, if you'd asked me whether I deserved clemency or not, I'd have said no, unhesitatingly, and that even now I'm inclined to think I deserved what I got back then.. A habit I will no doubt take with me to the grave...*shrugs..
The Sunday papers are full of articles designed to scramble what passes for my brain, and I'll doubtless be bleeding from the ears before I make any sense of them.. Wish me luck...

LATER at 7.30am

I'd only just begun sending out the CPF Meeting reminder texts at around 7am, when the Gung Ho Artiste next door hastily 'wooped' his latest remote...  Why on earth would he need to tighten his control at that precise point?  Surely with the primary Mischief-Maker Nayager now reduced to ashes, and his erstwhile good buddy the Cracker judiciously re-clothed in the Good Team's colours, there's no need to create problems for our little CPF?  Apparently there is, and I've little doubt that it's my honourable Vice Chair that continues to irk the Druglord, his IT Monkey, and the assorted Rotten Apples that lurk up at Sydenham Station.. *waves to Laz...

Was the corruption of my Nokia brick last Friday the result of a sudden random fit of rage by my seriously brain-fried Controller, or had it been whispered prior to that, that my phone should be taken out?  General problems encountered by the vodocam network are what led to it's startling behaviour on Friday? Hah!!
The GW had kindly removed the SIM and placed it in my spare phone in an effort to ensure that the CPF reminders went out this morning.. The 'woop' of Balliram's remote tells me that more than a few of those texts wont have reached their destination, and I would question why this miserable Fence Jumper is permitted to continue his mischief.. Do you seriously still find this amusing in any way?  *blinks...

Tuesday 21st February at 4.40am

I hadn't planned on chatting here right now, and in fact, the more I re-read my pathetic squeaks, the less inclination I have to continue...
It took the Sadist only minutes to remind me forcefully of the Self-Preservation clause in our unsigned contract, before I realised the futility of arguing...*shrugs...
Which piece of magic did he employ to finally get me moving and off Cloud 9?  Would you believe that he dredged up the old Burning Hand frequency, from where he'd dropped it once Rezah had arrived with his upgrade?

If I were to be bothered to search through my own ramblings, I'm pretty sure I'd find that Lovely goes right back to 2006.  The Burning Hands frequency that our Controller discovered early on, (and quite likely by accident), could be employed with stunning effect upon at least three of the guinea-pigs given to him by Allen Spence... The specific frequency that the Sadist found, could have the diabetic Missus B.Snr. literally crying in agony, in the hours before dawn?  I doubt that Sue the Book would've so much as muttered aloud as she endured similar pain, and back then it's unlikely I'd have said much either...Which would've led to Balliram regarding my blog has his reward, as I struggled to describe the hell this Pervert put us through, night after night... *yawns..
So ja - Startled momentarily to find that he'd hauled that old chestnut from the box, it still achieved the desired effect and got me lumbering out of bed as fast as I could go... It's glaringly obvious even to a slow-witted simpleton like myself, that he's been reassured that he still has carte blanche, and may continue to do as he pleases with the expendable Labrats under his control.. *spews....

B.Snr. had called me yesterday, and when I'd finally gone up to my gates to meet him, I'd glanced automatically up at our streetlight cowling to find that little bright light next to the main bulb was burning brightly.. When I'd spoken, looking up in that direction, it was quickly extinguished, but I didn't get the sense of any real urgency there at all... *shrugs...
My suggestion that the community might take serious offence were they to be made aware of the cameras and audio-monitoring devices now in their streetlight cowlings, and how easily these could be activated by a nearby Controller for their own nefarious gain, is quite clearly no longer of any concern to Barnabas... After all, the entire area is now so heavily saturated with monitoring technology, should one or two residents take it upon themselves to express their displeasure, it would be a simple matter to have them dealt with and silenced one way or another...

Has Karl Muller managed to pry the covers off of any of the nearby innocent-appearing wall lights, to discover that one or two of them have been customised to contain the picocell signal enhancers that he mentioned?  Has he taken an extension ladder to the nearest streetlight in his area and seen for himself the fine array of additional devices nestling in the newer streetlight cowlings?  Has it sunk in that these apparently everyday appliances can now be employed to pump out levels of emissions easily as powerful as the nearest cellmast?
I'll ask again - Are the streetlights opposite that row of burned out conifers in Craigavon operating visibly, or are they not?  Is there a property facing Ms. Dorny's driveway and trees that sports a row of lights on it's boundary wall?  As long as the Rocket Scientist continues to believe that only a tower was involved in that blatant attack on Ms. Dorny's home, the Telecom's Strategist remains confident he'll get away with it...

Sure, a mast will have been employed, but only to bounce the increased power over to either the streetlights or whatever boundary wall lights are strategically facing the Mast Fighter's property...
With the recent scrapping of warrants necessary to invade Joe Public's privacy, would the Rocket Scientist be jailed, were he to physically investigate those lights?  You bet he would...*winks...  There will be miniscule cameras operating 24/7 outside Ms. Dorny's home, and anything that moves will be relayed back to the Telecom's Agent and hurriedly investigated..
Should anyone not known to van Zyl and his crew so much as show the mildest of interest in the lighting bordering Ms. Dorny's property, you can guarantee a local SAPS vehicle will arrive within minutes to deter the interested party by fair means or foul....
Tis no wonder van Zyl feels free to continue trotting out his glib lies, as he knows he has every corner covered....

My Master has for some reason been practising extreme caution since Sunday night, in employing his wirelessed nunu enhancers on the lounge side of our home... An unnecessary precaution, as I'd explained to my Landscape Gardener as best I could, while he was here the day before yesterday...
There's no way on godsearth that I would ever recognize the means used to bounce the signal about our property, unless it were shovelled up my nose, and as I'd told young V, I decline to compromise him by asking him straight out how this is achieved...

He has shown a keen interest in taking a basic computer course over at Dawn Haddon's school of learning in St. Theresa Road. He'd called and been told that this would cost him the astronomical sum of R500. *blinks... May I express my hopes that this fee will be subsidised heavily, as is his DSTV service, by those that manipulate him for their own gain?
Though Einstein next door will regard my gardener as no more than one of an army of droogs employed by the Wireless Project in the area, I'm here to say that's bullshit, and that V has the brains to achieve far more than just killing off plants and placing enhancers about the property.. Will he be supported in his quest for knowledge, and encouraged to make something of himself, or will he be dumped unceremoniously once his usefulness is considered over?
I guess the answer to that question will give you a clearer indication of the way the wind is blowing in this country right now... *vomits...
The sun's up and I must go...
Peace..
PS:  It's now 1.49pm and interesting to note that I'd booted up the PC again to go read my mail and check out durbanite.   By the time I signed into durbanite and was checking out old posts that I'd not seen before, Balliram's alarm sounded..  It appears to go off when he gets excited and needs to connect to me here.  What's changed?  *grins widely....

---oOo---

Tuesday 21st February 2012 at 9.29am...

GREEN ABOUT THE GILLS..
(begun Sunday 19th February at 4.30am..)

*A couple of hasty chirrups on the remote next door, as I booted up the PC, tell me that our Controller is waiting impatiently for my latest update...*

Just who did our Area Controller contact last night, after I'd taken that call on my landline sometime before 9pm? A colleague at the Wireless Station, who controls the power supplies to Sutcliffe's apartment and that entire section of the beachfront? Or would he rather have chosen to call Earl himself? Methinks the latter will do.. *shrugs...
It went rather like this:  I'd mailed a note to Neil MacLeod that was published (albeit poorly edited) in the Independent on Saturday, yesterday.  As a direct result I had a call last night from someone who appears to be Sutcliffe's most vocal critic... Well he would be, if he hadn't said that the Press are no longer allowed to publish his letters to the Editor.. *winks..

What a mine of information he turned out to be, with just the sort of snippets I enjoy sharing with you here.. He proceeded to tell me how, not that long ago, once the Manase Report became a reality, several residents down on the beachfront had cornered the corrupt ex-City Manager and pelted him with, amongst other things, tomatos FFS!  Apparently he'd had to flee using the Fire Escape, and not long afterwards he'd moved back into his old home at Durban North.. His ex-wife Felicity had come down from Johannesburg and the two of them had probably spent a good few hours getting their cover stories to match, before he'd boarded a flight for Oz, and the relative safety of Warren's place... *grins...
You can tell that that little story is just the tip of the iceberg, and the old guy had an endless supply waiting in the wings.. The type of stuff you probably won't ever get to see printed in the Press, but that if proven, would put the Town Clerk in a Correctional Facility for some time..

Why, if he knows so much, has this toppie (who also lives in an apartment on the beachfront), been left to shoot his mouth off?  The reason became apparent early on in our conversation when I'd managed to ask him if he was aware of the Wireless Project running over the powerlines and he'd hesitated and said that he couldn't discuss that over the phone... *chokes...
OTOH, he was willing to discuss pretty much anything and everything else, and I'd still be on the phone this morning, if I'd not cut him short eventually and ended the call...
It was glaringly obvious that he's a convert to the Wireless Cause and that he believes that the Good guys have control of the airwaves, and they will pick off the Corrupt one by one.. *falls over snorting...

At some point he casually mentioned that the radiation levels down at the beachfront are so high that one of his neighbours is sick, and I've asked him to send me her name and contact number...
Fark, we all know I can't do anything to improve the unfortunate woman's lot, but at least I could call her regularly and sympathise...
My Caller clearly found the radiation levels of secondary importance to his single-minded mission in life, which is to say, sticking it to Sutcliffe... *grins...  Why would Mikey think he was safe, holed up at his son's place?  Is he unaware of just how far the telecom's industries tentacles can reach?
With strong ties to the Mafia in every country, I shouldn't be surprised to hear that our ex-City Manager has succumbed to a stroke or heart-attack in the near future...

Then again, maybe Vodafone and Telkom will do as they always promised him, and protect him to the bitter end. After all, he achieved all the goals they set him and then some, and has successfully managed to degrade this once fair city and it's surrounds, while pocketing millions...
I've no idea why my Caller seemed to think Sutcliffe would ever return here willingly, to face the music, but maybe he's got inside information on that score... I'm not holding my breath guys...  Can you imagine what would happen if he came back and began spilling the beans?  So no, either he'll get to end his days on the sands of Goa with Sifiso, or he'll be taken out like Glen Nayager was, and shut up for good... *shrugs.
Were it the latter, I guess it would be a massive wake-up call for the likes of MacLeod, Spence, and their assorted cronies... Blokes who continue to perpetuate the lies put out by their crooked ex-Boss, only they see themselves as on the Good team, and as such, as safe as houses.. *roffels... Wake up Al, old son.. You're playing a deadly game here, and your life is only worth that of the next obliging Electrical Engineer down the line..

LATER at 5.25am

My Caller had said that he and his friends have recorded all the instances of massive pollution along the beachfront, and that they send the evidence on CDs around the world. Once he'd reached the point where he'd said they're even in touch with something called the Eugene Terblanche Fan Club, in New Zealand, I pretty much lost interest... *yawns..
Will the radiation levels in that fellow's beachfront apartment have increased at any point overnight?  Will his Missus and their neighbour be decidedly green about the gills this morning? He himself appears to have retained his ThickSkin status, but after last night's call, I would bet that things could change for the worse quite soon, and that means more than just an irate Nigerian doing him a mischief...

He's the real deal alright, but he's been hoodwinked like so many of you into believing the Opposition and the Wireless Project will fix the country's problems.. Not in your lifetime, dewd....
Ms. Zille is promoting wireless installation at all Western Province schools?  For that to work effectively I'm guessing said schools will need masts erected on their playing fields?  Has she personally had a visit from Groesbeek and Gerryts, and been overwhelmed by their lofty status, tech jargon, and promises of billions, were she to play along?  Did they tell her that they have connections to the Dutch Government who are willing to assist financially?  Denel Aerostructures?  Now why do I suddenly think that these two pillars of industry have a great deal to do with the satellite that's so vital to the Information Theft technology?

You might try googling Cornelis Groesbeek - Infraco, and see what you come up with.. Good guys working to save the country?  I think not... Like I said before, all you're doing is working towards replacing one set of greedy trough-feeders with another far more dangerous breed of criminal.. While much has been made of our brothers disregard for human life and their innate brutality, would anyone care to explain the difference between that and the means now employed by van Zyl's Superiors to wrest control from the Ruling Party?  Forests of masts as far as the eye can see, and your streetlights dripping with dodgy surveillance technology that's set to shorten the lives of thousands of innocent citizens?

The telecoms industry's own Strategist a proven Liar, who trots out the glib 'mankind will simply have to adapt' crud, while so many young people who know and trust him begin to go down under the strain of the wireless technology?
Funny thing is that our Corrupt ex-City Manager had trimmed himself down drastically over the past year, and I now suspect he foresaw that he might have to do a runner in the near future, and decided he'd best get fit quickly... Is our Telecoms agent following a similar strategy? Has he cast aside his jolly Sir Frangelica persona and adopted a lean, mean, fighting machine physique, as the Rocket Scientist continues to make inroads against his credibility?  *grins...

Anyone heard from Karl Muller lately? He's okay?  If you were to sit back and allow one of only two who could possibly turn this horrorshow around, to be taken out of the picture, you and everyone else in this country would be screwed royally....
The guy loves his technology even more than I do, and if you let yourselves be fooled into thinking he's anti progress, you're not quite as bright as you thought you were....

LATER at 6.50am

The more I think about Cornelis Groesbeek and Beeuwen Gerryts, the stronger the smell of the Brotherhood becomes... Big wheels, hey Janneman?  Ex-Telkom at all, or at the very least, hugger-mugger with the telecoms industry?
Have you, dear Reader, boned up on the Head of i3africa, and creator of H20 and Fibre City? What do you think? Good Team, or Seriously Rotten?  A couple of smooth-talking conmen able to persuade even the Leader of the Opposition that their way is the only way, and that the unconstitutional and inhumane wireless experiment is the only option available, to save our country from total ruin?  Moving on...

I confess I took umbrage at my Nokia brick being so brutally smacked by the low-life next door... It's main function remains it's use for sending out Sector Policing Forum Meeting reminders, and once again I have to question the reason behind this specific attack...
Laz?  Any reason why your pal Balliram went after my cellphone and rendered it inoperable?  You personally don't care for the constant exchange of texts between myself and my barely-recovered Vice Chair, but you have no say in the matter, and merely sit safely applauding the Cracker from the side-lines?  Figures *shrugs..

For all my ongoing howls of outrage, nothing has changed, and the Druglord still runs the show with impunity.. You'll get round to him and his pet Monkey soon enough?  You and whose army? *snorts...
Anyone out there still confident they can tell Good from Bad any more?  Nope? I didn't think so...
Peace..

---oOo---

Sunday 19th February 2012 at 9.54am..

DRASTIC MEASURES...
(begun Friday 17th February at 4.30am..)


Any change in our Area Controller's routine, however slight, is worthy of a mention... When I'd left after 8am yesterday to go to the shops, he'd been gone already...*blinks.. Most Thursdays the Beemer is still on their driveway, at least until the GW collects me at around 10am for our regular outing...
A special exercise planned for the morning, that needed Balliram to head over to the office earlier than usual, to set up? *nudge, nudge...

Was I surprised to see the three St. Augustine Technical Service employees posing decoratively with a ladder, as I limped my way from the Parking Lot to the surgery just before 11am? *chokes...
Back when I'd paid a flying visit to those rooms the week before last, I'd told his kind nurse quietly that I was justifiably paranoid since the fiasco of Millie ll's removal last March... She'd immediately volunteered to lock up the ampules of anaesthetic required for Millie lll's excision, out of reach of anyone seeking to cause more mischief...  True to her word, she'd done just that, and I'd watched as she'd fished out her keys and retrieved the little box from her cupboard yesterday morning..

Though I'd fussed loudly and continuously over the painful numbing jabs, he'd only needed to use three ampules before he set to work, and I felt nothing as he cut away Millie's ugly sister and put in eight stitches afterwards.. A miracle?  Or did the entire operation go as it should, simply because the anaesthetic had been locked away from mischievious hands?  The kind nurse's colleague had been in a vile mood yesterday, and far from her usual smiling self.. A coincidence, and she was just having a bad day, or was she in any way offended that the anaesthetic had been locked away out of reach?  *curious...   It certainly appears that both the Nurse and my GP, along with his partner, paid dearly for her consideration, and her already arthritic hands were giving her hell, while both doctors were limping badly.  Another coincidence, or had Balliram been flooding those rooms as soon as he'd realised his plans for me had been thwarted? *spews...
Balliram has a long and proven history of ensuring that somebody pays for it when he's crossed, and why not those two elderly medics and their nurse?

I'd gotten home after 2pm to find the TV screen had been smacked to black, leaving Penny without her entertainment.. Another indication of Mistuh Spiteful's displeasure and malice.. He sure is a feather in your cap, Earl...  Just as you'd found Glen Nayager to be your most efficient tool, before he became an unstable liability, and you had your own Pet IT Monkey flood his bolt-hole repeatedly with the same frequency now employed on the innocent Hospice Carer? Man, have you got it wrong...
The more free rein you allow this sadistic pervert, the more his behaviour reflects on you, as the Grand Vizier for the Zone, and the bigger the cracks appear in your disguise...
Your fine silk overlay is rapidly being shredded to reveal the rotten sow's ear beneath... *shrugs...

It's highly unlikely I'll be around to see either you or Balliram get what you both so richly deserve, but you should remember this:  You and your IT Monkey are as much pawns as the lowliest stooge employed by the telecoms giants, and without a doubt there will come a time when your advanced Omnipotence Disease causes your own downfall....
There's no escape feature been built into this horrific game, and any Player wishing to leave or rock the boat in any way, should know that they immediately fall into the Loose-end category, and we all know what happens next, do we not? *winks..
It's your Double-Game playing Agent with his two-faced lies that reflects on you so badly Mr. Barnabas, and hopefully you're too far gone to figure that out..

Saturday 18th February at 5am..

Did yesterday's cyanide spillage into the stream at Newcastle nudge us from 5th down to the 4th worst environmentally unfriendly country in the world?  After all that I've told you here, would you still feign shock if I suggested the unlikelihood that it was an accident?
Are Newcastle and Dundee wired already, or are Groesbeek's H20 fellas still ferreting about in the sewers and waterlines up there, stuffing fibre wherever they can, and running off billions of litres of water in the process?
Again I look at that little SAPS fixed wing plane and wonder who it carries to where?  A four-seater maybe?  That would just about do it for the DreamTeam of Spence, MacLeod and Cornelis, flying up to keep daily tabs on the progress....

Have our Heads of Water and Sanitation, and Electricity, already added consultancy fees to their over-inflated salaries? PE and Capetown are showing clear signs of the deliberate degradation necessary to pave Cornelis' way onto the scene, and heavens knows what Idiot they've left in charge up at Newcastle... Look at what happened to Durban Bay and at the sea front, and how drastically those areas were contaminated during the process, and you're forced to wonder at this latest calamity that's befallen those two inland towns and the surrounding areas.. If not by H20and Fibre City, then who?
The plants at the local copshop, tasked to work with the neighbourhood criminals to create as much mischief as possible, a la our own Rotten Apples up at Sydenham Station?  Were they told their efforts so far had been too tame, and that some drastic measures needed to be taken to terrify the community into welcoming the technology with open arms?

To say I'm disappointed is an understatement.. Instead of standing her ground and fighting against the carefully engineered mischief, the Struggle Activist appears to have fallen off the radar, leaving her understudy to man the ship.  Was this her choice entirely, or a route suggested by her Mentor?  There's been no effort made at all by the newly created Sector Policing Forum to work closely with ours, as was promised, and it would appear that Earl's plan to divide and conquer Sydenham has been as successful as I'd anticipated...
My Vice-Chair? Turns out that he spends more time offline than on these days, due to his dodgy Telkom adsl connection..*winks.. More mischief easily achieved by Barnbabas' No. 1 IT Monkey, fosho, and compounded by the fact that he continues to wake in the dead of night feeling ill, and his foot still bothers him.. 

The Project's scurvy Hero of the hour chose to hit my Nokia brick yesterday, for reasons unknown... I'd gone up top just after 2pm to see the GW off, and found a long-overdue stream of water running down the Crescent to the stop street.. The GW said later that it was coming from the widow's property at No. 20, and that there appeared to be construction wekkers busy up there...
I'd come back down to find the screen on my little brick saying SIM card not accepted, and it was all downhill after that, as the screen blanked out and restored repeatedly.. The GW took the SIM out last night and replaced it, but our Network Administrator was having none of it, and the problems continued...
The control that Nayager and Balliram had over the landlines and cellphones across the Zone (that the Cracker and his colleagues continue to have), had to have been sanctioned by the telecoms industry..
And therefore at this point I must ask if you're still as confident as ever that this huge and inhumane experiment is after all, for the good of the South African population?
That even google has stepped out of the shadows and is assisting where it can, with both the audio and the visual monitoring, should raise the hackles on your neck... No?  You've managed to adopt a philosophical attitude to the culling that's now begun?

See the Mercury, February 17th, Page 4 'Cable Theft causes costly power surges' to find that it's currently the Morningside area that has fallen prey to Mr. Spence's games, and the continuing efforts to invade that community's privacy... The so-called theft of cabling, if true, will have been carried out by one of the myriad contractors created by Sutcliffe, Spence, and their assorted cronies, in order to muddy the waters...
The devastation caused by the resulting surges is as nothing compared to the crippling physical effects that the technology will be having on many of the residents, and it's probably taking it's toll already...

Those whose systems can't stand up to the battering of EMR and wireless frequencies will fall by the wayside, and only the strong will survive, hey Janneman? *waves... Interesting to hear that you yourself were sufficiently anxious as to streamline your own shape for the fray, and that you've shelved your jolly Sir Frangelica persona in favour of a lean, mean, fighting machine? *chokes...
How ironic if you were to succumb to the fruits of your own labours, and some nasty little nodule buried deep within you were to suddenly sit up and say hi... Would it change your perspective at all?
Would it have you apologising to all those that you've hoodwinked over the years, and to those you've had physically assaulted in their own homes via their powerlines?  Probably not.

Mr. van Zyl won't have escaped the clutches of the Omnipotence Disease, and would without doubt go into denial, were he to find himself on the receiving end of the Wireless technology.. Strange to consider then, that the only genuine sympathy he would get if such an event occurred, would be from the very people whose lives he's destroyed... People who would be stupid enough to forgive him and welcome him among their crippled and dying numbers with open arms.. Wouldn't that be one for the history books?  *grins..

LATER

Even as I climbed back onto Cloud 9 at about 7.05am to catch a few minutes of shut-eye, did my poor obsessed Controller's wirelessed nunu begin it's predictable thready squeaking, before it was silenced.. Shame.. *chokes..
Peace julle..

---oOo---

Saturday 18th February 2012 fat 9.53am..

MAKING HAY..
(begun Thursday 16th February at 3.15am..)

*I went through my scribbled rough before coming here to publish, and have to ask that you cut me some slack, as even I struggle to make sense of it all...*

The floor under the tiles in the bathroom is concrete.. So when I'd padded quietly in there and stood silently fishing for a hair slide that had come loose, it was too much for BigEars to wait... He tells himself that he's got lightning quick reactions, when in fact it's more likely to be force of habit after all these years of squatting in ours...
The small 'clunk' sound that came from the computerised washing machine standing in the corner didn't therefore startle me in the least, as it's happened before... A very similar noise to the one that occurs so often when he's in a rush, and thumps carelessly into the lounge behind the TV...

I've told you previously how the GW's larnie laundry-aid didn't make it's designated delivery date, and that when it did finally arrive a day or so later, it was carried by two of what, with hindsight, were probably Majoor Groenwald's equally pale-skinned colleagues in civvies..
When you think of the time and money wasted on this entire pathetic operation, you should in fact cringe with shame.. A contact at the store where the item was bought would've been called, and arrangements made for an 'independent' delivery company to collect the machine, from where it would've gone somewhere and been unpacked and studied, before it was decided where was the best place to put the miniscule wireless enhancer..
You don't use front line cops for these lame exercises?  It's a Special Unit run by Groenewald that concentrates on this particular aspect of the project?  Their relationship to Capital Air down in Brickfield Road is what?  Any aircon units sold down there, automatically have a little 'extra' added without the buyer's knowledge?  You bet they do... *grins... I'd also bet their prices are really competitive, and that they have customers from all over the Zone and beyond, as a result... *winks..

While they certainly won't be the only aircon company working so closely with the Bugging Unit, they're definitely the pick of the bunch here in Sydenham...  You might want to bear that in mind when you finally cave to the appalling summer heat, and decide that aircon is the way to go..
CockyLocky Groenewald was as pleased as punch by his own cleverness, and couldn't resist standing right next to me, while he fiddled with the aircon unit almost above my head, in the GP's waiting room...
I wouldn't have given it much thought, but for the fact that on a subsequent visit my GP had asked me to go round his desk and show him my scar, at which point I'd ended up standing right next to his aircon unit, and Millie had literally shrieked in protest... Sure, she's an abomination, but a bloody reliable one..*beams..

So there you have it, folks... Unless you take yourself into an aircon dealer's premises without any preamble, make your purchase, and then get a close and trusted relative to install the thing, it's likely you're going to get more than you bargained for.. Hell, even if you got away with the above, you'd probably find the unit playing up within days of it's installation..
You'd have no idea that your local Area Controller was surging it repeatedly until you were forced to get in an outside tech to come 'fix' the problem...  People are just so gullible hey Groenie? *teeth...
Hey - I can shoot my fat mouth off here till the cows come home, and it ain't gonna change anything, as the handful of Readers left standing, are all your supporters? *chokes...
See what you did there Balliram?  One little careless clunk as you activated the enhancer in our washing machine and I'm off and frothing at the wimmies... *snorts...  Often enough when the GW's out and I'm bathing, and the Pervert blatantly changes the tone of my Christmas Beetle Chorus or jabs me spitefully with the Knives to the Back to announce his arrival, I'll bang hard on the side of the machine in the hope that he's listening avidly with his eavesdropping system cranked to the max... Mean?  You think that's mean? *collapses snorting...

 Ngobeni stays and Booysens goes? Lawd, am I in over my head .. Anything to do with the Killer Unit operating out of Cato Manor?  A nice bit of psychological manipulation there, dudes.. If it hadn't been for that photo published in the Press I'd probably have thought the guys were doing a good job.  To have them pictured in jovial mood at a celebratory braai was a stroke of genius, and one has to wonder who it was that fished out that incriminating evidence and gave it to the Press... Anyone care to check those guy's bank balances and see which of them received a fat bonus around that time?

I'm heading back down to my GP's rooms later on this morning, as Balliram and a few of his equally piggish chommies well know... Millie lll has been getting restless, and I'm going to have a shot at getting her excised today.. A repeat performance of the fiasco last March?  Where the eight ampules of anaesthetic injected may as well have been water for all the good they did?  We'll just have to wait and see...

wrathex had posted on a different thread to the usual chemo one in the Health & Wealth Forum, when I logged on yesterday...
I'd typed a comment in reply and my Controller had immediately amused himself by giving me repeated 'The message you have entered is too short' before I pm'd the Kind Mod for assistance, and asked if there was any way he could post my comment for me instead...  Have the rules changed recently?  Am I no longer under the protection of the silently glowering Stromboli?  Is it back to open season on Idiots over there?
Does the Telecoms Agent not continue to grin wolfishly and say that anyone dumb enough to find my blog worthy of perusal is welcome to visit me?  Does he continue to omit to mention that each IP number that clicks on my efforts is noted and checked out by my Area Controller, and if necessary reported back to van Zyl?  I give myself too much credit?  Pfft.. as if...

Judging from the 4G fearmongering thread on the Broadband and IT News Forum, the Strategist is making hay while the sun shines, and getting in as many lies as he can, while the coast is clear.. Methinks the fellow protesteth too much is not a concept that would occur to our van Zyl, as comments tumble from him for all the world like a serious bout of the Chinese Splatters... *chokes...
Did my own Vaseline Boy (to borrow a disgusting but accurate description) hustle to contact Jannie after reading Karl's note in my gmail inbox?  Is that what's led to the Telecom's Agent's flurry of posts in the 4G thread?
A chink in the Rocket Scientist's armour that you can guarantee has had a whole lot of crooked heads come together in a huddle, in an effort to see whether this flaw may be exploited and used to their advantage?   You've all seen the depths that Jannie will sink to, to thwart his so-called enemies.. The clear and very real threat he employed by having Dorney's trees visibly fried to a crisp, and you have to know that if it wasn't for Muller's backup safety measures, the Educator would've been 'dealt' with, a long time back...
I must go, cheers..

Friday 17th February at 3.30am.

Godknows what woke me around 3am, but I was oddly pain-free again, and in no hurry to move, so he smacked fat Sophie instead....  From dead-to-the-world to off the bed and frantically shaking her ears in a nano-second, it's got to take a pretty unpleasant sensation to achieve those startling results...
In the early years of mischief, back when he still took her advice, I've no doubt she tried repeatedly to explain to him that deliberately causing the local canines misery lost him brownie points with a certain section of his peers... He never really got it, and still regards the dogs for the most part as easy targets...

How did that pitbull over in Knight Road suddenly manage to crawl under the fence/wall and attack the neighbour?  How come it hadn't used that exit point before and gone after Lorton's chihuahuas on previous occasions?
Let me remind you of what happened here a couple of years ago, when I was doing dog duty for the Scrabble Player while the family were away on holiday..
They'd not been gone like five minutes when Joey was discovered out on the road, and I'd scuttled next door to get him back in and found a hole had been broken in the precast wall, allowing him to escape through to Fred's property and slide out past those gates into the street.. One of my Good Neighbour's relatives had rallied and come and patched the hole promptly, thereby saving the day.
At some point I'd been standing on their verge with No. 12's little daughter, and she'd remarked out of the blue that she didn't know why their gardener had made the hole in the wall.. Out of the mouths, hey?  *winks...

Was Lorten's death an error?  Did some mischief-making droog quietly enlarge the hole under the fence on the off-chance the pitbulls would take out the neighbour's little dogs next door, only it all went pear-shaped?  I've encountered so much petty wickedness employed in the name of the bloody Project over the years, you'll have to forgive my suspicious mind...  Was the pitbull's behaviour the result of the constant battering it was taking from the Raftery Road mast, just the other side of Sparks Road? Just as my ex-treasurer's Jinx, an ordinarily pleasant-natured animal, had suddenly begun attacking their oldest dog, with no provocation whatsoever, until they had to put the younger dog down?
How many other animals across the Zone have been driven mad by the amount of wireless frequencies hitting their sensitive ears?
Care to share the stats with us, Creep?
And to close - do your Peers over at the Radio Station have a clue about your rabid extra-curricular activities in the area?  Are they impressed by what you get up to in the hours before dawn?  And you all think I'm exaggerating?   *eyeroll..
Stay safe..

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Friday 17th February 2012 at 1.22pm.

BATTLE OF WILLS..
(begun Tuesday 14th February at 6.30am..)


The sun was just coming up over the horizon when I'd finally taken myself back to Cloud 9 to rest my burning eyes... For at least ten minutes I'd luxuriated in the totally pain-free comfort of my bed when I was joined by the two little dogs, for their early morning romp... At that point Balliram decided enough was enough and chirruped his remote.. Almost immediately Cola began flapping his ears wildly and the now familiar dull ache in my lower back and thighs kicked in...
Psychosomatic bullshit, triggered in both myself and the little dog simultaneously?  He tried to stick it out, but gave up and fled down the passage, while my own discomfort was increased until I too gave up and got up.. *yawns...

And that's pretty much what it's all about, hey Creep?  The supremely self-gratifying sensation that you're in the position of being able to manipulate our lives to the smallest degree?  It matters not whether I'm believed by the majority, as you and I know it's the truth, and that's all that counts... I doubt that you share these small moments of pleasure with anyone these days, as you would've learned the hard way that bragging of your exploits inevitably catches up with you in the end... *winks...
Even Peggy Allison, aka IceyHot, would've begun to wonder about you and your Missus eventually, and just how much information and truth she hadn't been privy to, back in the days of MWeb's Studio 54 IRC trivia channel....

I'd bet spades that the Druglord's involvement in this gigantic scam was omitted from your online cover story and conversations, including a host of other mischiefs created by you and your now very dead ex-partner Nayager....  Did you not deny any knowledge of the two neatly decapitated toads found in my hadeda pool? Or did you grudgingly admit that it may have been something done by a colleague, but no-one you personally knew of? Liar!

The Courageous Couple's brief to infiltrate the local interwebz and become a friend to all, worked like a bloody charm, hey Janneman?  It suckered even the brighter users like Alan Maisey and young shrooms.. Alan's in Japan, omi? Really?  Doing what?   A job at Kyocera arranged for by his friend  Mr. Jannie van Zyl? *sad... The fact that I was always aware of the double game being played changes nothing, and I still regard Chris Maisey as one of the kindest people I've ever had the privilege of meeting online...

It's just on 7am, and as the Creep sounds a single *woop!* from his extra remote I experience a brief twinge of the Knives to the Wrist frequency... I forgot to mention that he'd repeatedly and remotely activated his house alarm yesterday, and that at 3.15pm he'd finally arrived home as the raucous siren was still sounding for the umpteenth time.. He'd double-wooped his newer remote and activated a nearby wirelessed nunu immediately.. What had him scuttling home to base so smartly?  It was only much later that Missus Bernie had called to say she'd seen a SAPS Sydenham vehicle on Freddie's verge, and various people milling about...
Was that what got our Controller home earlier than usual?  Some mischief planned, that he wished to watch first-hand?  *curious...

My metal mouth and neck have borne the brunt of the Sadist's attentions over the last few days, though my lower back and legs inevitably kick in once he's arrived home at the Chickencoop at the end of the day.. The luck of the draw, Balliram, and nothing personal involved?  Were anyone still stupid enough to believe that load of crap, I'd be surprised... While the evidence may still be circumstantial, it's bloody well overwhelming, and you might just as well wear your Sadistic Psycho badge openly....
BTW, should you come to believe that your Area Controller has taken to flooding your home with unregulated wireless frequencies, crippling you in the process, you could always try contacting your nearest branch of SITA to lodge a formal complaint..  Oh wait!  I almost forgot that SITA has already been outed for the corruption in it's ranks, so you can scrap that suggestion after all...

Just who exactly is Roney Moodley and what did he have to do with the Muni's so-called Symantec Anti-Virus Project?  How high up the ladder of rot is he placed?  Does he have more than just a passing relationship with the millionaire Racehorse owner and Head of the Ruling Party for the Umhlanga area?  Yep, our old friend Roy Moodley, father of Lance, and enemy of the Narandas family... *smells the whiff of the Curry Mafia...
There are a staggering number of criminals heavily involved in the Wireless experiment one way or the other, and way more than could ever be brought to book by even a half-way decent judicial system.. Which of course ours isn't any longer, as it too has been deliberately infiltrated by criminals...

I offered once before to help the whistleblower were he/she/they to find they were becoming ill in their own homes.. The offer stands.. The longer you allow yourself to be persuaded to remain silent, the more likely it is that you won't recover from the affects of radiation flooding into your home...
The only way to save yourself is to speak out publicly before it's too late.. You're too afraid? Come on!  Gird your effing loins and take the plunge... If you understandably feel that I'm too thick and dodgy to help you, then at least contact the Mast Fighter or Karl Muller, and fill them in on a few details they may have missed...
Though courage appears to have deserted you since your stunning A Better Life For All revelations posted at www.durbanite.co.za, dig deep and find a drop more if you can... Mr. Holbrook?  I consider his participation on the site to be financially motivated.. Continuing in any way to promote the technology employed by the wireless Surveillance project, despite all of Karl Muller's warnings, shows that tis the monetary rewards or lack thereof, that have him posting comments at durbanite... *shrugs...

Wednesday 15th February at 5.55am..

I've been out on the front lawn to feed the birds, and walked straight into a wall of BackFire.. *blinks...I've little doubt the Controller will whine that he's been forced to increase the levels of emissions this morning due to the wind that's sprung up...
What about the schoolkids who'll be on the playing field a little later?  Directly in the line of fire between Balliram and his own operations base, and Michan/Grindrod, he can't miss them...  He'll turn it down well before the children arrive, and the wind will clear the poison from the air?  That's okay then...? *spews...

LATER at 7.10am

Police Commissioner Ngobeni can breathe a sigh of relief since Nayager was taken out of the picture so drastically, and her Leverage file has clearly been stored away to be added to, until such time as she too reaches her sell-by date...  It was really her lucky day when Barnabas decided that of the two, he'd rather forfeit the Sex Pest.. I'd volunteer my services to Mamunye to play her Jiminy Cricket, but there's no point.  As I failed so miserably with my own Chairman, it's clear I'm not cut out to be anyone's conscience... *grins..

Did you see the front page of yesterday's Daily News?  'SA green rating gets red flag', Tuesday, February 14th. Our environmental decline now has us placed as the world's 5th Worst offender, and I doubt many of you find this surprising... *yawns...
Another milestone reached, that will have Jannie's superiors happily ticking off more boxes, not so?
A small aside that may or may not be relative, is the fact that I don't recall ever seeing quite so many termites in our garden, in the 35 years odd that we've lived here...
Put the spade in just an inch anywhere you choose, and chances are they'll appear as they scuttle about their business... Funny thing is, that it's already mid-February and yet we've not had more than one or two actual flying ants in the house or outside, the entire summer...
You don't find that fairly remarkable?   What is it that's killing them off before they reach maturity?  Should I wade straight on in and say it must be the mast emissions, for want of a better description?

See now, I wouldn't be too sure of that, since our water supplies have been made so easily accessible to outside contamination, and I'm known to water my garden often enough.. *shrugs... The sample of foul-smelling water that the Kind man had taken for testing had been given the all-clear, which hadn't surprised me in the least, and I'm inclined to think that that gentleman will be encouraged to find himself another hobby soon enough, hey Balliram?

I'd been rather more audibly vitriolic than usual yesterday, in response to my Controller's spiteful and over-the-top attentions throughout the day, and at one point I'd muttered aloud that I was well aware that I'd pay for my cheek after office hours, when Balliram's sick obsession wouldn't risk being interrupted by his colleagues...  He didn't let me down either, and the Broken Hip frequency was revived ferociously almost as soon as I put my light out, with the result that I'm back to square one today, and would find it impossible to give anyone a run for their money, let alone a shuffle... *eyeroll...
Let's see how he likes being put on Ignore, shall we?  So far, I've not so much as clucked or spat in his direction, despite him even resorting to a couple of Knives to the Head earlier on, in an attempt to get a rise out of me.. *belches..

Who knows but that he'll go too far one of these days, and end up having to find another old crone to torment..*yawns widely... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to flying free, despite the fascinating life I lead...

LATER at 10.45am

I was still busy trying to edit this blog when the iBurst connection was summarily dropped.. I reconnected and finished editing and hit Publish, only to find that now the Server has disappeared.. *blinks... Can I guess?  The pig has taken offence at my ignoring him?  Nothing more, nothing less? *chokes...Two minutes later and I attempted to reset the connection and was given the old Error 718 Remote computer not responding... You coming out of the closet today Balliram?
I shut down properly after that, and restarted from scratch. Windows loaded, and up bobbed Einstein's usual greeting, by way of the Kaspersky Application Control window..(you young hackers taking notes?) After a wait I was given a connection, and though I was forced to re-edit from the beginning again, no worries... What a wanker fosho... *eyeroll...
Peace julle...


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Wednesday 15th February 2012 at 10.48am

CURTAINS...
(begun Tuesday 14th February at 2.50am..)

My Owner has just sounded his nearby squeaky wireless enhancer, and I guess we're good to go..
It was either 12.30am or 1.30am that I'd woken drenched in sweat and gone for a pee..  I suspect that I've mostly learned to sleep through these engineered heatwaves, but the evidence points to the temperature going through the roof regularly, at least once a night during the hours before dawn.
While you won't be seeing in me the shockingly swift and visible results you saw on the Mast Fighter's boundary line trees, you can rest assured this slow and steady cook-out ain't designed to be good for my long-term health... *shrugs..
A few more squeaks from the nearby enhancer has now successfully woken Millie, and the BackFire kicks in bigtime... *yawns...
Old people do tend to become fixated by what appear to be minor ailments, though I'm no hypochondriac, and my intention is simply that you learn to recognise the symptoms of over-exposure to radiation in case your turn ever comes...

Do Cornelis Groesbeek and Allen Spence get together socially, or is their relationship restricted to business only?  As always, I find that it's the characters themselves that intrigue me, more than the heinous crimes they're perpetrating, and Groesbeek certainly appears to provide the link I'd have expected, to the Brotherhood.  *beams..  Turns out he created both H20 and Fibre City and then roped in Andrew Mthembu to be his ornamental co-chair at i3Africa...
What did our friend Cornelis do when it became glaringly apparent there'd been a massive cock-up in the Durban Harbour, and it was realised their efforts at stuffing cabling through the sewer lines had contaminated much of the Bay itself? Panic?  No way Jose.. They simply arranged for their obliging puppets, Sutcliffe and MacLeod, to trot out a bunch of lies, and then swept the whole thing under the carpet...
When the same thing happened at the beachfront and we lost the Blue Flag status as a result, they got MacLeod and Mikey to set up their own water quality testing system and voila!  They could continue regularly running sewage off into the bathing areas without fear of being caught..

Who got to choose the lucky recipients of FTTH proper during i3 Africa's trialling period back in 2005?  I guess I must remember to ask him straight out and see what he says.. Is he aware that No. 18 was blessed with this technological  delight?
The Mega Project to bring fibre to SA Homes was published by Tech Central on March 8th, 2011, though the trials began way back in 2004/2005.  It's taken Corne nearly seven years to go public.  Why?  To get all the cover-ups in place, and distance themselves from Telkom's existing fibre network?  Farked if I know.. *shrugs...

Both the Mast Fighter and the Rocket Scientist appear to regard fibre as a good thing, and wireless as the main cause of our suffering.. Be that as it may, the fibre employed in this instance clearly reveals the criminal lengths gone to, by our City Officials.. i3Africa deployed 100kms of fibre in Durban on a test basis, Mr. Groesbeek?    Care to tellus how many billions of litres of precious water were either lost or contaminated during the process?  Can you give us a rough estimate on the amount of water that will continue to be either polluted or runoff before your chaps are finished?  All the while as your little piglet Neil MacLeod squeals that the ratepayers are facing a water crisis in the near future? *vomits profusely...

The greedy snouts-in-troughs Porkers are merely a distraction, are they not?  They've been encouraged by judiciously placed whisperers from the getgo, to guzzle away at public funds, so that the man in the street will expend his rage in their direction and completely overlook the appalling human rights abuse that's taking place right under his nose... Though there must be dozen of possible candidates, I'd like to think that Cornelis Groesbeek is the connection to the Dutch Government, and the instigator behind their continued generous handouts to the wireless scheme...

I'm still at a loss to know why SA's Wireless Project is so different to the surveillance technology that already exists in first world countries like the UK and the USA.. What upgrade to the technology is it that has us dropping like flies, while so-called civilised nations throw money at the project hand over fist?  Could it be that I guessed correctly years ago when I first suggested that it's the Voicing option of homes and businesses, and the accompanying and so-necessary use of unlimited amounts of unregulated wireless frequencies and EMR required to achieve this, that makes it one of the most horrifying experiments of all time?  As always I struggle to speak coherently, but I figure you get my drift anyways...

How many people are aware of this added option?  Did Michael Barnabas ever add that revelation  to the spiel he doubtless sold to the Struggle Activist and her peers?  Is she now aware that should he wish to listen in to private conversations held at her home, it's a simple matter to have Balliram access her power supplies and enhance her spoken words for his pleasure?  Of what interest could your banal conversations possibly be to the Overseer of the Zone?  For starters, he can tell by your casual throw-away remarks whether you still stick to the brief you were given, and if it should come to his ears (!) that you're beginning to have doubts in any way, he can take steps to have those doubts removed by fair means or foul...
Those that he judges unable to convert to his cause will be dealt with brutally by his IT Monkey, Collin P. Balliram, as witnessed by my honourable VC's recent seven day stay in hospital. Was the fact that S's white blood cell count dropped so alarmingly, not proof enough that he was being microwaved in his own home?

If you were to dare raise the matter with the affable Druglord, and ask him how this could've happened, chances are he'd shrug it off as a technical error, and you'd be too terrified to take it further... My suggestion at this point would be to accept that you are OWNED and to follow the script he's given you to the letter, bearing in mind that there can be no furtive and huddled get-togethers with others who like you, who may be having their own doubts...
Earl Michael Barnabas wasn't allowed to buy the Zone until the telecom's giants were absolutely certain he was the right man for the job.  Just as Jannie van Zyl has the few private individuals with access to mast monitoring technology watched like a hawk, will our Earl have the more vociferously outspoken of his slaves watched 24/7...
His alarm system is pretty much fail-proof, and should an unexpected visitor arrive at your door, your own wirelessed 'nunus' will alert a nearby Eavesdropper who will activate your system and enhance your conversation, which will if necessary, be relayed back to Barnabas..  With all these techno marvels in place, it only requires one Controller at his post to monitor great swathes of the neighbourhood, using just a laptop and smart phone...

The move up to the Wireless Station on Ridge Road will have increased the likes of Balliram's reach enormously, and I would guess that from there, he can now even access the Arm's Dealers home on Innes Road, by bouncing the signal from mast to active streetlight, before arriving at his chosen destination... The Creep has also shown it's been a simple matter to accompany these Pensioners on their Thursday outings, using the same methods of tracking, though unfortunately for the would-be Special Agent, Millie the Gross has consistently advised me of his presence... *teeth...

The last few days have seen a remarkable increase in the assaults carried out in our home, and I have to wonder whether anything has changed to warrant this additional gung-ho behaviour..
Would Balliram have you believe that he's not currently the weakest link in Barnabas' chain, as he continues to give away all these techno secrets, at the drop of a hat?  *chokes...
Both B.Snr and I clearly saw that little light activate inside my streetlight cowling, and I could show you the exact spot if you liked...
Next time you're standing at your front gate having what you think is a private chat to a friend, cast your eyes up to your otherwise inactive streetlight and make sure there isn't a tiny light on, where there shouldn't be... *grins.. Of course this would only apply if you were of special interest to the Druglord or his cronies.. One of his sheep that looked to be straying from the flock, perhaps?
Take care, for the punishment for such a transgression is now easily enforced, and you could, like the Sydenham Heights Rep., the Hospice Carer, or my Vice Chair, end up either in hospital or wearing a furrow to your GP's surgery...

Eh, Janneman, your Superiors knew a thing or two when they handed the Zone to Barnabas on a plate, did they not?  Although, beaten and bloody as I am, I continue to believe there are people out there who are appalled by what is taking place... Who, prior to Karl Muller's arrival on the scene, had sincerely believed that the wireless technology would save the country.. With the growing evidence to the contrary, what can they do? My suggestion would be nothing..*shrugs...
If you're brave enough to support the Educator openly, I've given you more than enough pointers that you may recognise, were the technology to be used against you physically...
Unless that is, you're already a recruit, and see yourself as part of the Good team, as you manage a circuit in your own area.. Oops! *waves to the Lounger...

Unless you're a complete Plank, you'll understand why I continue to look at you sideways, young man... To suggest to me that there are forces working within to eradicate the many criminals deliberately handed this deadly technology, would be a tasteless joke...Each day you remain silent you can guarantee another dozen innocents at least, are affected by this poisonous experiment...
You'll pardon my impatience, but after seven years of taking a systematic and brutal battering, along with my friends and neighbours, I'm more than disappointed that my sadistic Area Controller hasn't been removed from his post and incarcerated in a Correctional Facility where he belongs, along with his Mentor, Earl Michael Barnabas... *mutters....
Yeah, I know it's complicated, but if something isn't done soon, it's going to be curtains for us down here, as you well know...
Peace...

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Tuesday 14th February 2012 at 10.12am