Tuesday, September 01, 2009

A DEAD LOSS...

(begun Monday 31st August at 6.45am...)

Were the Strategist to take Karl Muller to the top of the mountain and whisper amiably that, although there is NO Health Insurance on cellmasts (at this point claiming that he himself is appalled by this oversight), he could possibly cut a deal for the victims Muller fights for - would the Mast Activist buy it? *bolt-eyed..

I would like to think not, but on the offchance that I'm wrong, may I jump aboard the wagon and submit B.Snr's name, along with Sue the Book and little Penny Ndenga?
B.Snr down at No. 4 for as you know, unwittingly being in LOS to the Mayville mast on two occasions back in 2005... Who has no Medical Aid and whose family were traumatised by the double catastrophe....
Sue the Book for her chronic exhaustion and never-ending litany of genuine illnesses...
Alas, despite the repeated efforts of mon Capitano and the Rotten Apples to 'persuade' her to relocate, she simply doesn't have the means to do so....
I gather two more Chancers jumped her fence the other day and were boldly wandering around outside her house when by chance T spotted them and sounded the alarm. Would my Master have done anything at all had he seen the would-be thieves on his monitor? What do you think? *gags...

Either Peter Williams is not the Surveillance Specialist he claims to be, or he is fully aware of the organised thefts and repeated burglaries emanating directly from my Master and his scurrilous Boss... Time to clean off some of the dirt that's stuck to you Pete old fella? How's about you take a personal interest in the little Librarian and her mom and PROTECT them properly for a change?
Sure, it would suit the effing Project to have those two properties occupied by Chosen ones.. But to condone deliberate and ongoing attempts to frighten her and her old lady into leaving is frankly disgusting... *shrugs..

You're aware of her financial situation and know that she has nowhere to run.. Information now easily attainable by the Bank's IT 'Security Specialist', not so? *spews over Colin Balliram...
Penny? Penny endured the same burning hands, pressure and microwave buzzing in her ears, and aching jaws that I do. The difference in her case would be the dramatic personality change directly due to the reckless emissions discharged from that Mayville cellmast in 2005.
From a docile and timid little domestic, she became constantly angry and questioned perceived injustices until she finally lost her job...
So yes - I would beg that Karl Muller puts little Penny on the list as well, should Jannie make the cellmast Activist an under-the-counter offer...*winks...

Personally, I have no financial claims to make, and in gaggingly Pollyanna-like fashion consider the cooking off of my natural resistance to the microwave emissions a strange blessing..
You all know by now that I've already done myself a mischief physically and continue to do so... My Master's ongoing attempts to hasten my departure are therefore a joke... *grins..

Up until the changes made not long ago, to our circuit, I guess some of the Chosen were starting to sweat? *looks at Freddie the Accountant?
Were they fearful that some of the extra crud sent out by my Captain of Courage would find it's way into THEIR homes? Fosho they were, and to placate them, alterations were hastily made and after all these years, we are no longer on the same circuit as the rest of the Crescent... Would you care to call the number given on the signs tacked up on our streetlight poles just prior to Saturday's work done? (Signs which I may say have been swiftly removed only days later!) Try 083 743 0528 and keep your fingers crossed. The GW called the number successfully on two occasions....*smiles....

LATER at 7.35am...

Try Page 4 of the Times today... There is talk that Mo Shaik is to head the NIA? *choking.. What have I been telling you all along? The Whisperers RULE!!! *applauds wildly....

I must admit it was comforting that Muller confirmed the many Good out there... I've always warned that any contact with me could have undesirable results, but to find myself quite so chuffed by a mere wink and a smile from the Strategist himself shows exactly how alone I really am! *falls over..

Though I most certainly have a sell-by date, and with my Master's new-found freedom it may well be sooner than you think, I couldn't resist Muller's quote... 'Only ignorance is invincible' *winks.. Not quite as he intended it, but it serves me well anyway.... At least it covers the years my wrinkled shanks have held their ground...*staggers slightly...

While I may never be approached by the Seriously Good for fear they will be targeted, a collective virtual hug will do me nicely, if just for my tenacious and irksome persistance in the face of overwhelming odds... Or not...*shrugs...
I suspect that the few guys over at IS in Umhlanga that weren't aware of my existence before, have now been filled in? Project Enemy No. 1? *laughing... You've some serious catching up to do dudes.... I've expressed my thoughts on Big Brother systems often enough... It's my sheer disgust at the blatant criminal activities surrounding your precious scheme you want to pay attention to...
It's the means being used via stolen information to keep puppets like the unfortunate Sutcliffe dancing his bizarre tango.... Does the guy sitting next to you have a private buyer for any of the juicier tidbits that have finally made their way to your data bank? How the EFF would you know?

You condone Colin Balliram's use of RF and EMF to deal with me, and yet you steadfastly regard yourself as sitting in the Camp of the Good? *roffels... Some serious flaws in your judgement there guys... Stupidity and unpleasantness do NOT warrant this criminal behaviour, and if you disagree, then you've fallen off your perch already...*sniffs...

LATER at 8.50pm

The Wireless Song is humming out in the valley half-heartedly as I write. Some more branches appear to have been lopped off and cleared and I'm now blessed with a clear view over to the fairytale lit Grindrod/Mary/Michan Road areas.... My word, but there's a huge amount of SE's pumping the old signal along nicely over there!
I stood on the lawn and checked out the Master's streetlight earlier... That tiny but brilliant little red light facing the valley is no more... What I did see however, before nightfall, was a green/blue cable I've not noticed before... *sitting up.... I can't say I've seen it in ANY of the many pictures I've taken, so would anyone care to venture what it's function could be?

Since blogging the (to me) startling fact that our power circuit has now been broken up and changed completely, and my suggesting I will have a word with No. 16, I guess a determined and hasty effort is being made to muddy the waters...? *winks....
Missus Bernie up at No. 17 called earlier to say that only the houses on our side of the Crescent lost power while the two guys were up the pole on Saturday (HERE). The power across the road remained on. *blinks...
She said that this afternoon at 3.50pm the power to their home suddenly went off while the rest of the neighbourhood appeared to be fine.. Was it Newman that finally suggested they check their electricity meter outside on the street? The favourite of the Illuminati and the Surveillance Expert? What a staggeringly brilliant idea? How could he have known? The glass had been broken and the power turned off... *looks at the Hulk....

What exactly are the Crooked up to now? The fear that I may indeed approach the Good Man at No. 16? An attempt to persuade him that there are problems with ALL the lights and not that B.Snr and I have been cut from the herd? *grins wildly... Is it time to give the Good Man some relevant printouts showing that I blogged of this circuit change just the day BEFORE Missus B's meter was vandalised? That in fact the damage to the meter now adds credence to my claims? *twinkles....

The entire operation has the familiar stench of arsehole about it... *looks at it's unfortunate Controller as he sinks deeper into the dwang.... You and your dumb cronies are rapidly matching my level of stupidity, and that's one for the data banks to record and keep forever! *roffels... You've more than proven to be a dead loss at the spy game stuff have you not?

*A pair of toads croak happily in the hadeda pool.. I flushed one out yesterday as I dug in the garden. A sickly sulphurous yellow it was, but their throaty song is one I welcome... *
Peace....

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Tuesday 1st September 2009 at 2.40pm.