THINGS LEFT UNSAID...

(begun Wednesday 2nd June at 6.00am...)
Double-whammy anyone? I fancy some time off, so chow on this to keep you going... 

I see my Good Neighbour's lounge light is on.  He was always an early riser.. Which of you was it that finally invited him to join the local Wireless Network?
All those stealthy enhancements added to his property without his knowledge and still you dragged your heels? What was the problem?  Too devout?  Too genuinely good?   Yeah, I'm aware that he found me odd and even disturbingly at one point, aligned me to the likes of Adrian Kingsley, part-time employee of the Rotten Apples, habitual user and local grafitti artiste extraordinaire.... *cackles... Whatever...

Once they'd been sold the idea that I was no more than a gossiping busybody, I guess the invitation was made to join the WUG?  The frantic hacking down of branches and adding of suitable lights ensued and Bob's your Uncle, my Good Neighbour can now play endless Scrabble tournaments for free...! *claps...
Actually it's not really free though, is it?  There may well be shocking hidden costs that come to light years down the line?  Is there a link to Barrie Trower's interview in the fine print of the WUG contract he willingly signed?
No?  So he's not aware that there's a possibility 12 year old females are more susceptible than most to excessive microwave emissions?  Maybe it would be kinder to point him to the link and to all of Karl Muller's posts on the subject and let him make up his own mind?

Once he's read them all, you can wade on in and attempt to rubbish all the claims made, including what happened at Craigavon?  I guess I'd be a lot more comfortable if I thought he was aware of the risks he's exposing his little family to?  Come - drag him away from his online games and point him here to me, or should I put a printout of this blog in his box?  Can do...*teeth...
Link him to Karl Muller's posts on mybroadband.co.za and to Barrie Trower's interview on Radio 702 and not I add, to a carefully edited version of either...

Let the guy read the whole darn lot and think about it while he goes about his daily business...
If he continues to believe there's no risk of heavy costs down the line, so be it... *waves.. I've really only got the physical effects this has had on B.Snr, Sue the Book, Penny and myself to go on...
Maybe you can persuade him that that was a one-off error that happened back when the mast over in Barnard Road was being  'adjusted'?  Maybe you can persuade him that the Network Admin for this WUG is a good, clean-living and honest citizen, and not answerable to the local Druglord?

I'm sure he'll be easily convinced that his home is not VOIPED and his private conversations listened to by a perverted ex-Station Head and his IT Security Specialist (the aforementioned WUG Network Admin.). *winks..

Does Missus Good Neighbour have a clue how much is at stake here?  Does she know the REAL reason for trashing me and everything I say?  Is she aware that the orphanage at St. Theresa's is rigged up as a wireless base-station with powerful signal enhancing lights being run from INSIDE the toddlers dormitories?
Was my Good Neighbour informed on sign-up that the Network Admin at No.6 has control over the powerlines?  Did he then ask whether Balliram is a qualified electrical engineer, or was he told that any Monkey can run the computerised power system these days, so no worries Bruce?

Strange how the last time I suggested to him that he might have been enticed to join the Big Brother Project he'd replied 'No, nothing like that...'  Almost as if a huge amount of detail had been left out when he'd been sold the idea of the WUG...*sniffs the air...

We want the best for the children, says the Director, as billions are poured into the 4-phase development at St Theresa's, by the National Lottery... Why then should you have to resort to begging for donations for the children themselves?  How are the increased levels of EMF going to benefit them?
Will you reply that the emissions are monitored regularly by a qualified Electrical Engineer who has all the technology required stored on his roof at 89 Hugo Road? How often is the Engineer out of town and away from his post?  *interested...

If my Good Neighbour doesn't smell the rot on the wind at this point, he's not as sharp as I thought him to be, and that's a fact...
How many other innocents are being conned into joining a Wireless Network, totally oblivious to the upgraded access to their homes that this gives the Corrupt?  The staunch Reservoir Hills CPF Member who said her husband had been told how to hack into their neighbour's PC and that they regularly received orders on which lights to run and when.... All this to belong to an innocent WUG?   *falls on over... Not a word of the Wireless Network must be breathed to a soul or it will be shut down?  As effing simple as that?  *chokes..

LATER at 9.50am..

In my arrogance I wonder which of my allegations if any, have caused problems for the Damage Controllers... The minute cameras installed on all the streetlight poles just waiting for a cherry-picker to come along and activate them, and then easily accessible via a typed in pole code number? Maybe.. But I'll stick with the astonishing VOICE options that this new technology allows, to invade the sanctity of your home.. One giant leap for those put in charge of this massive operation and that would include Druglords, Crooked cops and Crackers...

I called B.Snr. on the landline earlier and it just rang and rang.. No disembodied voice said to leave a message even.. I let it ring and picked up my cell and dialled Missus B.Snr who answered right away on her cellphone... The darned landline is dead again said she, and it was working just last night..
I call B. Snr every Wednesday at about the same time to ask that he meet me at the gates for the dog's food.. The Creep's car is still on his driveway, partially hidden by the now carefully untrimmed shrubbery..*winks..
You have to know he's blocking B. Snr's landline to amuse himself... *gags..
No Jannie, enough with the muttered false accusations crap... Eks mos nou gatvol!  If he's forced to leave our lines alone, he starts in on B.Snr. or Sue the Book.. Even you must be able to read this Idiot like a book by now..
Another thing - Someone trying to start a WUG up on the outskirts of Rosetta in the Midlands, where my kid lives?  Spit it out there lad!  Don't be shy!   That's the second blackout she's had within a few days and she saw the wekkers up a pole nearby yesterday.
May I suggest you follow this up promptly and see to it my kid is left alone, or my claims of a web of corruption will be further validated... Or not...*shrugs...

It no longer matters that I've no proof, for I've cast so much genuine Reasonable Doubt upon this sorry mess that even the lagging fence-sitters must have finally woken up...
Hal? Yo!  You sit so silent always, like you're waiting for something?
I trod warily round your Rodent query did I not?  But in truth, if he is your local WUG Network Admin how can he not be aware of being linked to the local copshop?
How can he not be aware of the VOIPING abilities to your home and the wireless fixed line lookalike which so many will have had installed without their knowledge?   Did I misjudge him as honest but unenlightened?  Did she join at pretty much the same time you did?  Laying her every move and word wide open for monitoring?

It's a wondrous thing hey?  The by-invite-only system will keep the rabble out but make them dead easy to invade anyways...*grins...
Donald?  You're the Network Admin over your way?  *looks at skydog... See now, I had you pegged for straight-as-a-die... Wrong again?   I confess I have a problem thinking anyone could match the downright criminal character living next door..
OTOH you chaps have maintained a stoney silence for way too long, despite the overwhelming evidence that there's treachery at the crossroads...
Another monumental gaffe and poor judgement on your parts?  Jees, Louis!  I'd be the first to admit that when I was initially wired up I freaked out and gibbered only in tardish Toadese!   It was due to extenuating circumstances dudes! *roffels..
I guess I'm doing a bit better in the comms. department these days?  A long way off coherent, clear and concise ja, but I figure you get my drift more often than not?
Have you turned the act of lying to yourselves into an art form?  No?  Then whereTF are you, if not utterly appalled by how neatly you've been conned?

Hands up how many of your ears did Janneman whisper into of Telkoms vast fibre network and the wireless fixed line lookalike?  How many of you still regard Colin P. Balliram as a pioneer in the field of absolute control and monitoring and still bow before his superior skills?  And how many of you finally see him for what he really is?

As a businessman the local WUG is a godsend and saves you thousands?  Sure it does, but are you aware of exactly how vulnerable it's made you?  You've got the skills to keep the bastards out of your PC.. Out of your home is another story altogether..
The combined use of invisible cameras, cellphones and masts has had No. 16 hit 4 times in a row with ease.. He's just spent thousands on upgrading his alarm system since then, and what does he get?  Spikes sent to set it off on false alarms..
Time I had a word with Mr. King, Balliram?  You'd best look lively if you want to get your word in first... I see you've hooked the arm back on your gate, and was impressed to note that there were no visible dips to our system as a result...
You're familiar with the words COOKED?  GOOSE?  YOUR?  Goodo...

Peace..

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Wednesday 2nd June 2010 at 2.36pm.

FLESH AND BLOOD....

(begun Tuesday 1st June at 2.45pm...)

Ja, I know I just hit publish on Pig-Headed but man, if I don't share the stuff that pops into my head right away, odds are it's gone forever....
It happens often enough that I sort of took it for granted up till now...
There I am, bashing away at the keyboard in blogger.com and I hear the old quad bike roar into the valley below, before the engine is cut and silence reigns again... He's nearby, that much I know... Why?

Would you care to hypothesize with me?  Let's say our Network Admin is busy somewhere a little further out of range than usual?  His smartphone alerts him as I log in to blogger fosho, but he can't actually do anything or let Baron in to our system from where he's at, so instead he sends a quick text to the Druglord's young Lieutenant who jumps aboard his quad bike and tears round to the closest point to ours that he can reach... Wireless works SO much better when you can hack in from just outside the boundary walls?  *winks..
Sitting so close by with his smartphone, I guess Baron can get my latest blog hot off the Press?  *enormously flattered....

Whether relevant to my speculation or not, when I logged on to blog, Balliram's regular arrival message of the Area2 Connection window didn't bob up at all, which generally leads me to believe he's either a) too far away to exert full control or b) in the company of someone he'd rather keep in the dark...
Add to that, that I just switched the telly on and WASN'T subjected to the horrific startup snowing noise that is another clear indication of his presence.. Hitting the AV button on the remote activates the TV screen and stops the racket, which is the way it works when Balliram is home.

Does our Controller persist in denying his links to the Druglord?  How then is the rider of the quad bike alerted when I sit down at the PC to type up my blog?  Baron may be a quick learner, but he's light years off having my Network Admin's Cracker skills and would need assistance at some point, even if it's just being fed our PC's core number or current IP addie?  You already supplied the former?

Who else would be sitting around the house in the middle of the day without what we oldies call a 'proper' job?  One of Earl Michael Barnabas' trusted young soldiers is who... Holding the fort there young man?  *waves...  Did Balliram call/text you earlier and specifically ask you to shift your ass down here and check out my blog because he would be tied up elsewhere?
Sheesh!   Text me an email addie and I'll copy paste the next one to you directly I've hit Publish you NANA!!! And don't give me that 'I don't know your cell number' crap...*falls over shrieking... You and your dear mama blew it once before, and chances are, hanging with this goonda will land you in the crud yet again.. Your admiration for his skills is misplaced and that's a fact...*sighs...

I just broke off to go out in the courtyard to fetch Sophie in and once again was taken aback by the huge pressure to my head, never mind my ears!  It's a catchment area now?  What the eff has been changed to cause this amazing phenomenon? *bolt-eyed...
Is there a point to this escalated unpleasantness?  Seriously?  Or is it just feeding our Controller's damaged ego?  While it's lame in the extreme, it certainly endorses what I've said all along.. Balliram belongs behind bars and certainly not controlling power circuits and phone lines.. *belches loudly....
*Nobby has begun barking wildly at this point*

Is the Strategist's giant Damage Control Team still 10 steps ahead of me?  Gently insisting to you that I continue to spout nothing but demented rubbish, and that Colin P. Balliram is no worse than any other Network Admin employed by our Head of Intelligence and basically he's only after a bit of a laugh?
*projectile vomits...
It's now 3.55pm and I get up to discover Himself up the ladder fiddling with his gates HERE... He doesn't like having his picture taken does our would-be Spy, but under the circumstances I give a toss.. Our power supply is directly affected by those gates, and should we have problems later with our electrics, there's your proof for you...
My goodness, Balliram!  Does it astonish you to find there's still fight left in this once so-easy target?  Though I'm destined to wear the Loser's badge forever, up against this vast army of the corrupt, it's great to have a sense of purpose after all these years...*beams..

Wednesday 2nd June at 3.40am...

I've just been into the kitchen to make coffee and almost immediately the fridge kicked in and then the deepfreeze followed suit, though they run off different jackpoints... I guess the audio monitoring transmitters can't pick up these background noises that are such a dead giveaway of the arrival of an uninvited guest in the power system... An area that needs working on Jannie?  *grins..
It doesn't really matter how carefully the Creep tries to jump in behind the telly, 9 times out of 10 there's that telltale creak...  Your average mark would be none the wiser?  Maybe so, but once they've endured the regular and seemingly inevitable dips to their lighting system as their Controller tests each jackpoint (looking specifically for the PC and telly?), it's possible they may wake up and notice what's happening..

The kitchen and lounge are the best areas to test this theory.. Both generally contain appliances that don't care in the least for a Controller's presence, and audibly protest as he arrives...
Any old banal conversation with a family member should do it (if your personal Controller is as obsessed as our Sicko is).  The sound of voices chatting in the living-room has the TV corner giving off a loud creak as our voices are amplifed and relayed next door.. While I always blether on about the TV corner, you should know that that's the exact point where the wireless fixed-line lookalike cable enters the lounge from outside.. Making more sense at last?  *winks..

Did Sean Mudaly (the tech from Telkom Overport) have a clue of the far- reaching results of his re-laying our cable all that time ago?  Or did he simply believe that we were to be Test Dummies for someone claiming to be an official operative for the NIA?  I guess many of the techs were, and are aware that our phonelines are now accessed and controlled by the likes of Nayager and Balliram.. Since der Kommissar's involvement in criminal activities have come to light, do these techs ever spare a thought for our predicament?  Again I'm betting the old chestnut 'We're just doing our job' will be trotted out.. Safely exonerating them from any possible feelings of guilt..

LATER at 4.30am...

I put the chicken livers on to cook and went into the lounge to straighten up.. Seconds later *thump* and he arrived behind the telly.. Tell me truly now.. Do you not find this behaviour just a leetle bit bizarre? Seriously?  He knows I'm in the lounge as I put a light on, and that will surely register on his system, but why the need for sound amplification at this hour of the day?  Force of habit and he wants his Superiors to know that he's on the job?  What job FFS?  A 65 year old retard shuffling about in the early hours is worthy of monitoring?  Bwaahaaahhaaa!

Lord, Mo!!! You picked a right bunch to run the show down this end!  You had them checked out thoroughly years back, before they got the nod?  By whom?
Your kleinboet already has a history of getting caught with his hand in the cookie-jar so I can only hope it wasn't on HIS recommendation you hooked up with the slime-ball Barnabas... Telling the Druglord to clean himself up and act respectable ten years back seemed like a grand idea at the time?  Again I ask - to whom FFS???
The entire Zone community is aware that Barnabas is as involved as he always was in the ever-increasing flood of banned substances throughout the area...  It doesn't matter, as long as he could fool the top Government Officials into believing he's on the straight and narrow?  *falls over laughing...

Are you having similar problems up your way with your other colleague of note, the porker Agliotti?  Could he be linked to the Craigavon disaster?  Does he have connections to the Fourways station? (if there is one?)  Man, nothing would surprise me if this were so...
Serves you right for handing over such enormous power to confirmed criminals, though it seemed like a genius idea at the time I bet..*snorts...

Can I anticipate reading Allen Spence's confession in the tabloids any time soon?  That since discovering that he's handed over the powerlines to criminals, he's been unable to sleep a wink, as he's aware of the risks should the system be abused?  Will he insist that he had no idea of Colin P. Balliram's affiliations to the underworld or his Mentor, der Kommissar's involvement in criminal activities?  You betcha...
Still, he knows now does our Al, and it's only a matter of time before he pulls the plug on this filthy operation hey Jannie?
He's fully aware that the emissions don't follow any safe guidelines and are poured out excessively at the whim of our unqualified Controller..
Base Stations rigged up at old-age homes, orphanages and schools, funded by the National Lottery FFS? Perfect!  *heaving...

No Mo, despite that you're easily the best looking and probably the brightest of the bunch, you can't be considered forward-looking at all... Employing the dregs of society to run the Big Brother Project had to backfire at some point, and I guess there's a chance its started to go downhill already..
Seriously - I mean, a Station Head who blatantly pimps for the National Police Commissioner? Decapitated toads in my hadeda pool?  A mock suicide/hanging?  Glass strewn across our driveway?  Fark, I could go on, but geez Mo, you get the picture...
You need to do a serious review of the quality of characters you've employed, starting with your own flesh and blood...*grins..
Have a good day dude,

Peace...

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Wednesday 2nd June 2010 at 1.42pm..