CHOOSING MY CONFESSIONS......

(begun Sunday 19th April at 4.00am....)

So there's this van trundling around Blairgowrie looking for whoever it is that's putting out the damaging frequency? *falls over... What utter BS! Tis smoke and mirrors dudes! You could probably cruise the suburb yourself and find the source quicker ....*laughing..

Just look for the house festooned with more outdoor lights than a Christmas tree, and signs of a regular water runoff... Telkom's little white boxes attached to streetlight poles is another good clue.. Very often the road will have begun to degrade or is at least damaged on the surface - and Bob's your uncle! *grins...
Hopefully Blairgowrie's local SAPS have stepped up their Patrols in the meantime, as they will be heavily involved in the Muni Wireless/broadband Network system just as our own Dodge City calls the shots down this way....
I don't know the area at all. Is it larnie? Got any druglords living nearby? *curious... It would appear that they get first dibs in the monitoring stakes after all....

Bali left yesterday afternoon just as the Avira full-scan finished, saying as always no problems found... Coincidence? I ran it again just for a laugh and swear that halfway through, the Master's gates were standing open again.... Surely he can't be manipulating our virus checker? *collapses....
Before the GameWrecker finally abandoned Norton, it was showing over 600 errors in the registry alone, and nothings changed there AFAIK...*shrugs...

Judging from the amount of pictures in the Press of Obama cavorting with their new hound, he at least knows the value of the appearance of kindness.... *looks at Khaled....

Later at 4.55am..

The wind is picking up and the sweat popped out as I walked... Must be a pressure front heading up somewhere south of the city.. My Controller could do worse than walk on his own machine for 20 minutes each day, or the coffin nails will catch up to him sooner rather than later...*waves..

He at least, should be able to monitor the time he pedals, unless he has inadvertently cooked his own machine's digital reader, as he deliberately did to ours... *cackles... A grand total of two Sony Walkman, the Orbitrek, and the sturdy little stereo that sits next to our now astonishingly well-behaved TV, have all been on the receiving end of the Controllers malicious attentions in the past...
My newer Nokia said it had rejected its SIM card when I pulled up outside her house yesterday morning, while the erratic quality of my landline calls continues..
There is no pattern followed other than my Network Admins whim of the moment...*gags..

Again I ask, who was it that granted Tweedledumb and Tweedledee permission to OWN our landline and cellphones, and those of so many here in the Zone? They have to be working with someone at Telkom/vodacom, so who exactly would that be? Reuben September obligingly affixes his signature to a blanket decree allowing the Zone's comms. to be run by Shaik, Barnabas and their merry band of techno crooks? Fosho he has....

If you bothered to so much as enquire voda3g, do you at some point inevitably hit a blank wall? Or are you, as I suspect, fully in the picture already? *winks.. The chaos up at Blairgowrie is extreme I grant you, but nothing that my Master is not capable of achieving down here..
Khaled's house alarm goes off fairly regularly most weekends as they adjust the Muni system, and as you know my wireless doorbell has a mind of its own....*shrieks... As to electric gates opening and closing - I've seen my own Masters gates doing just that over the years and found it vastly entertaining...

The majority of residents down this way are not in the electric gate income bracket, so it's hard to tell the extent of Bali's skills in that area.... He has yet to disable car alarms though I'm sure he could if he wished to... The GameWrecker did however lose a car radio overnight when its digital reader was cooked as it sat at the top of our drive....*shrugs...
All these new-fangled powers that you've willingly handed over to the likes of the ShaikBoys in return for precisely what?

I doubt the average bloke has a clue how precarious his life will become quite soon... You live in an upmarket area and drive a larnie car or two? Fact monitored. You plan to hold a party at your place and make the necessary calls via landline or cellphone... The date can now be noted via the monitoring...*shrugs.
Who is to say that 6 or more gunmen wont arrive during the festivities and relieve the partygoers of their belongings? A modus operandi that is gaining in popularity...*vomits...
They only need one contact at your local Station to feed them the necessary details and you and yours are sitting ducks...
However many good lawmen are installed at Stations to report back on this sort of behaviour, they will be easily outnumbered... *looks at Manuel Correia.... Up against an immovable force were you not? (pardon the pun)...*spitz... With their contacts now right up to the very top Government officials there is little that can be done to prevent these organised hits....

On my travels, it would appear that many are aware that drugs and confiscated guns are still changing hands regularly at our own Dodge City. A fact overlooked by the authorities in the scramble to thieve information from witless residents, or one that counts for squat anyway?

And yes, I'll be heading up the road on Wednesday to make my mark despite that the outcome of the elections is a foregone conclusion..

LATER at 6.45am..

I've just been paging through this morning's Sunday Times to find that once again I'm ahead of the pack...*grins... Check out the Extra supplement on Page 2. "Now pre-wedding fesitivities become target for robbers" and tell me how simple this would have been to arrange by the Rotten Apples over at Chatsworth Station..*grins at Derek Chetty.... Was it the Bride or the Groom's family that irritated one of your monitoring members?

The Ferret, with an uncle purported to be working at Chats Station, has been worth his weight in gold up at Budget Photo... Spreading the word with the help of his mate Mike and a couple of other simpletons, that I'm some sort of geriatric subversive....*roffels... I can only hope that my now infrequent visits to Ash's businesses mean that his tech equipment is left to run without being attacked, as was at one stage happening frequently....*grins..

A great piece on Page 10 of the main section in the Sunday Times... "Mr. Big's tangled web" shows how you will be dealt with should you cross the big boys... Quinton Marinus clearly irritated Mr. Rassool sufficiently to have him permanently grounded...*laughing... You have to love the oddly titled 'Prevention of Crime Unit' involved in nailing this scum.... If handing over the entire Muni Wireless/broadband Network system here in the Zone to the likes of Barnabas and ultimately the ShaikBoyz is not organised crime, then I'm the angel Gabriel FFS.... *falls over choking...

Monday 20th April at 2.30am...

I'm up a bit earlier than usual but that's one of the perks of getting old... A dull yellow crescent moon hangs over the convent, as one of Bali's electronic devices goes ape outside... Q20 anyone?
Last night when I'd finally logged on, I'd had to ask him to tone it down a bit as my hand kept dying when I touched the mouse...*cackles...
After about 5 minutes he did just that, and it didn't happen again.... I have to say he puts everything he's got into his job! *falls over laughing... Eh... Six minutes later and my Controller stirs, as the frequency whine in my ears suddenly changes dramatically... Viva la Wireless!

LATER at 7.15am...

A show of hands for those who say my odd 'symptoms' are utter BS and unrelated to EMF or RF, compared to those of you who enthusiastically egg him on the give it all he's got? *fascinated...
Having never been officially signed on as a Project Test Dummy, it amuses me to often remain silent when these attacks are at their very worst... Just as it has amused our Controller to crank up the emissions wildly at the oddest of hours...*winks...
So alas, no clear picture can be drawn from my erratic whinges, though you may all rest assured our Network Admin runs true to form in that department. *applauding... To the few that consider these claims to be imaginary crud, may you continue to sleep through the Worst of Times... *grins...

Peace..

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Monday 20th April 2009 at 11.46am...