GLORY DAYS...
(begun Friday 31st December at 4.15am...)
I can feel it in my bones…*winks at Bali.. There’s not long to wait now, before the cavalry arrive on the horizon, and it’s all over…
I never gave up, hey? I simply had this feeling that Good would prevail in the end, despite all the odds, and I was right…
The GameWrecker and I are to be awarded Certificates of Commendation for our courage under fire, and overall endurance, at some sort of quiet ceremony. (This will baffle my better-half briefly, but in an hour or so, with his short-term memory cooked as it is to a crisp, he won't give it another thought..)
B. Snr. and his family at No. 4, Sue the Book, and even Penny, are finally to receive the handsome compensation owed them for the horrific injustices they’ve suffered since at least 2005…
I understand the Strategist and his Protégé Colin P. Balliram, are to be present, and will be formally apologising for their abusive behaviour, before they're packed off to the Kalahari to set up a LAN for the inhabitants…
There will be some unseemly jostling and shoving as Professor Leonard Els and the RF Specialist, along with the Trouble-Shooter, Leon Matthysen, vie with each other to persuade me that theirs (sp) is the best field for me to join….
I’m to be given the title of Consultant (though a common enough reward these days, it’s a far cry from Retarded Labrat, you’ll agree), and all I’ll be expected to do, is to keep writing the truth, only now I'll be able to name my fee.. Kerching!!!! *winks…
People will continue to smile kindly at me wherever I go, though that will now include Missus C and her girls, who will finally come to understand the real difference between good and bad..*cue violins building to a crescendo of triumphant music, befitting a happy ending…
Gotcha! *falls over frothing…
In actual fact, I’d written at least twenty pages prior to this little pipe-dream, and without even re-reading them, I know they're a litany of misery, and won't see the light of day… Reality sucks, but it can't be avoided, and that’s pretty much the bottom line here…
I went back over to the www.mastvictims.org site the other evening, and finally clicked on Tracey-Lee Dorny’s account of the iBurst mast debacle…. One small paragraph was all I was given, so I clicked on Read More, only to find that that was it….
What had I hoped for? That Janneman would allow her detailed account of the physical battering those residents had endured, to remain in the public domain? Hah!!
The thing you sad sceptics want to ask yourselves, is why that report was included in the non-disclosure agreement at all.. After all, it's been officially stated that their so-called illnesses and unprovable symptoms had NOTHING whatsoever to do with the removal of the iBurst tower, has it not?
Why then go to the trouble of eradicating words that were pure fiction and lies, created simply as a means to have the eyesore removed? Could it be that Ms. Dorny’s description of what took place may have rung a bell with other members of the population who are suffering similar physical miseries?
Could her words in fact, have led to a ground-swell of protest at the risks created by the Authors by handing so much power to so many irresponsible laymen to control?
Come now – You remember that wonderful frangelica-fuelled party thrown by the Telecoms Agent at his glass eyrie? Be honest now.. how many of those guests are today Area Controllers in their own right? Fed tales of the glory that would be their’s, simply by playing a part in the New Age of Technology, while surrounded by visible proof of the amazing rewards that could be theirs, if they would just sign HERE>………..*winks…
Jannie literally took his guests to the mountain, and they made their choice… Now he’s the Messiah? Ian?
I've no doubt at all that he's gradually conceded that my allegations are correct..
That vast areas of the country have indeed been handed over to common criminals to own, via the technology… What I'm betting he will continue to deny, is the deliberate fostering of crime and violence, in order to soften you all into believing that the Project is the only way forward….
The Great Man will have made light of the suffering endured by witless labrats such as ourselves.. He will have you buying that it is no less than we deserve, in return for our loud-mouthed mischief-making…
*It would have been fairly early on, that the strategy called for what was once known as a Concerned Citizen to be re-labelled as a Mischief-Maker winks..*
Here’s another carefully engineered myth for you…
That today’s appliances generally come with a built-in two-year life span? How easily we all bought that particular claptrap.. *falls over…
When the Authors knew, over a decade ago, that they would be harnessing the power lines to achieve their goals, would that not be the obvious rumour to spread?
They were aware that even the best-made and hardiest of appliances would succumb to repeated fluctuations of the power supples.. The Suckers bought it, did they not?
When their trusty top-of-the-range TV packed in after one too many spikes, over a period of just a couple of years, how many sighed and said ‘they don’t make them like they used to…’?
Which of course brings me to ours….
The GW appeared to blow a gasket of his own recently when he announced that he wished to spend several thousands on a larnie new TV set… (He’d had a small and totally unexpected windfall from SARS at the time *curtseys gratefully…)
I've probably blogged my astounded reaction already…. That there is absolutely nothing the matter with our existing TV, were our Area Controller to be incarcerated in a Correctional Facility tomorrow…*snarls…
Let's face it, you’ve heard repeatedly of how Bali has gone after our television specifically.. Of how he knocks out our screen with ease, just as we settle to watch a favourite program… Of the nasty double whammies sent when the power is cut, in a deliberate attempt to fry our electrical goods… If I were to add the cost of all the items lost since the power circuit was handed to the Druglord’s chosen Agent, I guess it would curl even your blasé hair…
OTOH, as a very well documented Mischief-Maker/Concerned Citizen, tis possible these losses were regarded by you all as a joke…
That during the heyday of the Toady Show, each appliance lost was roundly applauded and regarded as a success achieved by our Area Controller? *vomits.. Prameet? Come now, admit it… You found the whole thing hilarious…. *sighs…
I compromised in the end and went halvies on a PVR, which as you know, we have yet to have installed.. The attacks on our TV have again increased, and I found the GW struggling to reset the thing on startup the other day… You will understand why I am loath to fork out more money on an item that will be useless once the TV has finally been killed….
The GW obligingly trots out the brainwashed party line and shakes his head at our telly’s great age, while I repeat, there is FARK-ALL wrong with it, that is not being caused deliberately… *yawns…
LATER at 6am.
The hissing sound that I picked up in the early hours a week or more ago, turns out to be our Master’s version of his own Wireless Song… *standing ovation…
You have to step out into our courtyard and DLOS to get the best reception, and even I have to admit it's not bad, as wireless songs go..
Does it bother me?
Well, I look at it this way… If little Missus C doesn’t consider it a risk to her precious daughters, then why should I be worried?
He finally switched it off about half an hour ago, though frankly, I don’t know why he bothered… *blinks.
I remember old Barrie Trower (see, I was paying attention), saying that 12 year old girls had proven to be most at risk to microwaves, and in this matter I trust Tamara totally.. She may be many things, but a lousy mother ain't one of them…
Even with all their windows tight shut and the aircons on full blast, she surely can't miss that invasive full-on sound that now fills their property and aims straight into the Scrabble-Player’s young daughter’s bedroom… *shrugs…
*Let my Good Neighbour stick his head out of his child's window at 2am, to get the full effect, whereupon he may rejoice at his nifty WUG connection! *beams…*
It was probably some time after 8pm last night that I heard Nobby give an angry bark, and then all the other dogs went off like rockets… Joey, going for a walk in the rain? I hauled out my binoculars and studied our Area Controller’s ostensibly still dead streetlight, only to find it very much alive….
Did I not always tout the new cowlings as the next best thing to sliced bread? *grins….
The busyness under the glass cover was magical, as tiny lights ran back and forth behind the sleeping bulb, before hastily stopping and settling down (no doubt the second my Master became aware of my interest? *laughing…) Glory days indeed! *snorts…
Peace julle mense…PS: Someone just exited my blogger account as I was reading through the final paragraph..... The noisy rushing on the harddrive suddenly ceased as they left.... Nice to know you still care.... *grins...
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Friday 31st December 2010 at 11.26am…
