HOWLING AT THE MOON...
(begun Friday 4th September at 5.35am...)
I only went out onto the verandah after 5.00am this morning, and sat for a while with Kitz before deciding to do the Orbitrek later... I'd so much rather come chat with you....*beams..
The full moon had long since slipped below the Western horizon and still a medium-size dog voiced it's anxiety over by the the Convent outbuildings, beyond the Playing field... The GateKeepers there have activated a number of huge SE's, and I guess it's upsetting the unfortunate beast... *shrugs.. Is he chained up that he can't escape the relentless battering to his hearing?
I used to blog of the cacophony of outraged howls from the canine population in Michan/Grindrod Roads when my Master activated the system.. Of how I once watched in the dark, as a GateKeeper carried a powerful portable SE, bobbing along up by the Senior Boys Hostel whilst dragging a noisily protesting and terrified dog with him on his rounds... Lovely! *gags...
The thing is - while many of us (and more each day), live with the microwave buzzing in our ears 24/7, so does the canine population, down here surrounding the valley. Only their version will be hugely magnified.. I'd remarked before by name of each dog close by that I see desperately rubbing their ears and shaking their heads... And no Mr. Muller, I'm not guessing here... I just KNOW that these animals endure a now permanent microwave buzzing that should've driven them mad, except that they're dogs, and will accept and endure anything that is done to them and still wag their stupid tails...*snorts...
It's old news that canines are disturbed by frequencies we can't physically hear. But did you know that once they've been subjected to such appalling and repeated emissions, the noise remains with them pretty much forever, as it does with the Westdene residents who can't move away and relocate?
I suspect that if they were taken to a microwave pollution-free area it would lessen and possibly even disappear temporarily, though such a place would now be almost impossible to find...*waves at the Strategist admiringly...
So when your beloved pet displays signs of an infestation of ear mites yet the Vet finds nothing, (edit out KNOW) maybe your animal is telling you of an increase in microwave activity and pay attention... And now I really must go and 'walk'... ciao... *edit courtesy of Sub-sub-Editor Klos. A good call. *winks...
LATER at 6.30am..
I've wondered often as I 'walk' out on the verandah whether Freddie the Accountant, two doors up from us, is forced from his slumbers by an sms or signal from my Controller, as I climb onto the Orbitrek.... So much more effective to direct shit my way from that little hut in DLOS in his garden? How much crud did it take to scramble the digital readers on TWO Sony Walkman players, worn as I exercised? *shrugs.. How's your youngest doing there Fred? Showing signs of appreciating your line of work? Any early symptoms of ADD? Ag, you must just pump the laaitie full of Ritalin and like the Trustee, ignore the obvious, as the rewards for assisting the Project are tremendous aren't they? *beams...
How old was the little guy back in November/December 2005? Still in the womb? A baby? A toddler? I've no idea.. Were he and his mum in the house during those months? Did the direction of the cellmast panel just miss them, or were they affected as well? Tis true I'd thought Joyce, their domestic, would have taken strain, though this doesn't appear to be the case after all.. *curious...
Penny in her room at night took direct hits from the emissions whereas Joyce's room is right down at the bottom of Fred's property...Hmm...
Naturally my speculation will be regarded as mere mischief-making and neither of the Accountant's two children will have any problems whatsoever...*winks at kind Val... Or......?
Any young lads up at the St Theresa's Senior Boys Hostel been there since 2005? You have to know that at least several of them will have microwave buzzing in their ears, though they don't face a mast panel full on... *sags... Much was made in this week's Gazette of these lads and the Staff from St. T's being taken down to the beach for a day's fun-filled activities... If you keep up that level of kindness, I'm sure you can be forgiven for the changes made to their physical make-up after you'd signed the Convent over to be a mini base station... *looks at the Director... Not your call? Twas the now retired Father 'Gangsta' Denker who signed on the dotted line? Aaand..... back we go to the highly feasible connection between Barnabas himself and Denker...*sighs..
Remind me please that the OldBoys Network have ultimate control over the Muni Wireless/Broadband Network Systems? *unconvinced....
I read in Thursday's Times, Page 9, that Ronald Noble of Interpol pleads on behalf of Jackie Selebi... May I endorse that? You know by now that I do have the occasional sane moment and I say, along with the Whisperers, reinstate Selebi as Commissioner and let our Station again feature as Flavour of the Decade... Let Dodge City be the recipient of yet more amazing technology and more awards for helping so ably to infest the homes here in the Zone...sniffs...
It's unlikely they'll make the same mistakes again, and in the case of the Whisperers, they know what they're doing FFS. For the rest? All the exposes in the world that are being currently pushed down your throats by the Press, mean squat, as the judiciary itself staggers under the weight of corruption...
Not one orange boiler-suit in sight...*depressed....
The AirWing chopper went over fairly low, late yesterday afternoon. If you'd watched closely you'd have seen the light flash briefly on it's underbelly as it went by the Recreation Centre and over the silver square topping the roof over the toddler's dormitories... How are those pilots holding up? No chronic exhaustion, rashes, inexplicable rages? I regard them as Good Chosen, and merely doing the job they're paid to do... I doubt they have the time or inclination to socialise with the likes of the Abuser and his Cronies, and just hope that I'm right...
You know that bar saying Firefox has blocked a pop-up, that would always appear at some point as I browsed the forums, along with the Kapersky window saying the Helkern worm sends it's greetings? Strange how the pop-up blocker no longer occurs, but each time the worm appears, I can hear a knocking at my door? As if a late-comer has arrived and waits to be given access? *winks..
Who is it that makes his presence felt by sending us that worm in order that my Master may let him/her into our system...?*teeth...
It's certainly not restricted to my browsing the MyBB forum, and bobs up even when I'm typing my blog onto blogger.com... (If you'd care to create a gmail addie, I could let you know as soon as I boot up, which frankly I'd rather do... While my Master may insist that you've missed nothing of value by your late arrival, do you trust him? *falls over...)
Is there no way I can trigger an alarm to wake the Good when I hit the On switch? Jannie? Oh - I forgot. I'm just the fekking entertainment round here, and you're too busy keeping tabs on Mister Muller to give a shit...*mutters sulkily... Ek maak sterk beswaar!
LATER at 10.00am
The GameWrecker came out minutes after sitting down at the PC. He asked me crossly where I'd been with my memory stick, as Kapersky had gone mental when he stuck it in the port. I'd asked him earlier to clean off the stuff I had printed yesterday and to save my "It Takes Two" blog onto it, just in case my Chairman requested a printout...*bares it's teeth...
I reminded the GW that the stick only EVER shuttles between Stephen Stationers and our PC, and nowhere else..
He said that among all the usual viruses Kapersky had this time picked up a real nasty that he didn't recognize, so I asked him to write it's name down and said I would let the Boss at the shop know... He went off to look but it had disappeared off the list! Hau! *winks at it's DroneMaster who works hard for the money.....
I took a call from my Uncle about twenty minutes ago. He told me that my nephew was hijacked outside his garage last night at about 7.00pm and bundled into his boot, while his teenage daughter watched helplessly from inside the house.
As an ex-cop he had the connections to have a small army out searching for him quite smartly, though once the hijackers had dumped the car and told him they were off to draw more $ from his account, he kicked the back seats out and managed to walk till he found some helpful Umlazi residents with a cellphone....
Both he and his young daughter are off for a week and are having counselling with the Open Door Trauma unit, which my uncle says is fantastic.
Back when the Project was still in the planning stage, whose idea was it to deliberately foster crime throughout the land, to more easily persuade the Masses that both the Muni Wireless/Broadband Network System and adding myriads of SE's to their properties were a good thing?
May the blood of the thousands murdered directly as a result of this strategic planning, drip slowly on the heads of those Einsteins forever...*vomits wildly...
The GW finally finished reading Karl Muller's printouts this morning and turned to me with an almost embarrassed expression.. 'You must be one of those sensitive to emissions' he says with a tiny pilot light finally active behind his eyes... My family have considered me a crackpot as far back as 2004 when all this began, even sans the effects that were due to hit me in 2005.... *shrugs..
It's to Mr. Mullers credit that his posts and his credentials have finally woken my SO from his stupor... *kneels happily at the feet of the Cellmast Activist and ignores the Strategist for a moment...
My CPF Chair just called... Has he read my blog already? Surely not! He said to cancel our Meeting on Monday, and that he won't be going out with the Abuser either...*applauds... However long and loud I scream warnings of the dangers of associating with the criminal running Dodge City, they fall on deaf ears... *sags... He considers himself a man of principals, but up against the Hordes that wish to manipulate him, how long can he last? *sad...
Peace julle...
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Friday 4th September 2009 at 7.37pm.
