THE HEALTH CARE VISITOR..
(begun Tuesday 18th January at 7.00am..)
Does one of my Controller’s designated tasks involve accompanying Sister Stephen regularly to McCords Hospital, with her young charges? (As discreetly as he’s capable of, naturally).
Though I do wonder at the amount of bed-wetting that may or may not occur at the Senior Boys Hostel in particular, it's likely the occupants are undergoing rather more serious endurance tests in their daily lives…
Tests, whose results have already been well documented for over a decade, under the heading Before the Mast..
Slowly the realisation sinks in, of the real purpose behind creating Balliram to be Internet Security Consultant to Hospitals. His job will include regular checks on whether a spate of panic-inducing cancers have appeared in any one specific area, and allow the Project’s vast Damage Control Team time to diffuse the problem before it gets out of hand…
It’s a given, with the nepotism that saturates the Project, that there will be Mob-affiliated staff carefully placed in each of the oncology Departments at all the hospitals, and tis they who will sound the early warning alarm and have my Master hacking in to private medical records to verify the damage when necessary.
Are you keeping up Karl, or are you ahead of me already?
My initial revulsion has dulled to a numb resignation that this is the truth of the matter, and is no wild guess at all..
Forget for the moment the continued and deliberate employment of unregulated frequencies and power on the Test Dummies here in the Zone, and let me ask you this….
Are we here at the arse-end of the Cresent, also being subjected to tests involving contaminated tap-water? *curious..
No, I'm not talking your odd mishap here, but the deliberate accessing of individual water lines and the introduction of contaminants? All done in the name of research of course?
For the past two or three years, I'd taken to chugging down at least two litres of water a day, when some months back, I stopped the practise almost totally.. I'm still unsure of the reason, as I was never averse to drinking poor quality water in the past, and scorn your bottled replacements… Sub-conscious paranoia or what?
It's 7.10am and I hear Missus C leaving next door, as the BF frequency is suddenly increased by a huge amount…
At this point the Behaviourists may STFU and can their trite ‘she’s an imaginitive old cow’ party line… I speak to the Scientists, and am no longer as anxious that my reports will be trivialised and shrugged off. Although the RF Specialist may be as objective and callous as the next Project employee, I trust him to pay attention at least…
I'm now aware that when I remark on the sudden huge escalation of pain, as the Pooper-Scooper left for work, (which has since subsided only fractionally), that he will know exactly why and how that happened, and whether it was an act of malice or unavoidable… Whether or not you understand why, it’s a huge improvement to my otherwise fairly untenable situation..*beams…
Was it on some crazed whim that I brought up the possibility that some of us may be being subjected to tests using the water supplies, as well as being battered by the frequencies? Actually no. It’s the conglomeration of small things… Noticing that our tap water was running brown from the tap a couple of days back, despite no visible work being done in the Crescent.. The strange chemical smells that Missus Bernie says surround their home so often, and the brief whiff of sewage that I pick up on the valley-facing side of our property, every now and then…
Put them all together and they spell rather more than Mother, do they not? *winks…
Did you think I'd bypass rpm’s thread on Idiots considering themselves brighter than the Genuinely Bright? With the forum set up (my version at least), to show clearly which threads I open and which I ignore, it's hoped my obedience was duly noted..*grins widely…
And no – for the record, there's not a godgiven chance in hell that I'd ever consider myself to be anything other than a dumb-ass toad, though I'm betting a few of those cocky Behaviourists would have you believe otherwise?
Forget it. My moments of insight are rare, and certainly don’t come from the seat of what passes for my brain. They fly by randomly, and it's pure luck if I notice and reach out to grab one as it passes by.. Mostly, it takes a brick shoved up my nose, before I finally get the picture, and you know this to be a fact… *grins at the Part-Time Activist, and rubs the eyes that won't stop burning…
By the by, I'm also well aware that we’re being subjected to far more damaging frequencies than just the superficial pain caused by the (in my case) BackFire frequency, and that these are taking their inevitable toll on both my eyesight and my hearing, on a daily basis.. (You want to put that in your notes and smoke them?) *snarls half-heartedly…
I can only guess that Bali is being encouraged to unleash some genuine horrorshow nasties upon us as we sleep?
How’s Missus B.Snr today? Still feeling the urge to throw up for no apparent reason? Sue the Book’s spine continues to crumble agonisingly each day? The debilitating headaches at No. 33 on the increase? And of course old Bernie, slowly bleeding to death internally, for no apparent reason?
Any more cases of bed-wetting since I last brought it up?
Were Colin P Balliram’s career activities to be documented in fine detail and laid before Joe Public, in all their sadistic glory, where would YOU stand? In the ‘Somebody’s got to do the job’ camp, or the ‘Lynch the Bastard now’ camp? Waver on your answer, and you're as good as Fallen… *shrugs…
Fark, I must get on! *totters off burning, literally…
LATER at 9.30am
Alas, there's to be no clemency today, and wherever the Knob lurks at this point, he has the BF set on high…*spews…
LATER AT 1.45PM
For all that I'm a strident, carping harpy, my voice is still way too small to be heard by anyone with the clout to stop this savagery… I don’t believe I'm exaggerating when I say that those old age institutions here in the Zone, that have allowed themselves to be persuaded to add the Big Brother technology to their properties, and to decorate their walls with huge signal enhancers, will be shortening the lives of several of their inmates…
That residents with pre-existing conditions will find their symptoms hugely exacerbated, and will suffer mightily, before finally packing it in for good…
Can you step back, and dispassionately and objectively regard this as a part of a necessary culling exercise, where only the strong will survive? Geez, what I'd give to see the fantastical Sales Pitch that won YOU over… *sighs…
This morning has revealed no improvement at all in the Sadist’s behaviour, despite that I've cursed him aloud repeatedly..*yawns… The level of BF increases, even as I sit here scribbling now, and I see no escape, not now, not ever…*grins…
I've solved the riddle that’s kept me ploughing on for so long, and with that, I've exhausted my entertainment value, and been literally tossed to Balliram to do with as he chooses, via the frequencies and powerlines…
Hey, if you feel I've genuinely deserved my fate, then so be it…(though I’d prefer to think I earned it…)*nods to Ian…
That you can accept that so many others are receiving similar treatment from this sadistic criminal, is harder for me to tolerate obediently…
LATER at 2.30pm
Our Vice-Chair has just called me to find out whether our mosquito plague is over, or has at least improved. It hasn’t, though my aim with the battery-operated racket is coming on in leaps and bounds… *grins.. He said that his fusebox has been burnt out, and a wire now dangles fried and useless… He was astonished to find that despite the damaged wire, and removing the worst hit of the fuses, everything still functions.. Hau! The wonders of wireless?
Wednesday 19th January at 3.35am
My over-riding impression of yesterday was that our Area Controller had been given the Key to the City.. My city… I was treated to varying intensities of the BF frequency all day, the pressure to my ears, experienced twice on going into the lounge, was astounding, and on the two occasions I'd taken to Cloud 9 for a nap, I was ‘scrambled’ most unpleasantly..
A profitable day all round, Mr. Health Care Visitor?
But yes – the feeling that the Sadist had somehow been given official sanction to go for it yesterday, persists, and that I can anticipate more of the same, both today and tomorrow… *shrugs…
*The steady hissing outside the window has just dumbed down fractionally, as the pressure to my ears gradually increases…*
I’ll admit I was shocked to read that young Linoman has been diagnosed with diabetes on top of the cancer.. A truly unkind twist of fate… I pointed him to www.emrffsa.org. but it's not enough, and I just hope his doctors can get rid of it early on..
Will YOU keep an eye on him, and see that he doesn’t suffer unnecessarily from pain, due to this additional problem, and the fact that it may be increased by microwaves? Do you seriously care enough to pay extra attention to his current situation? *curious… It's stressful enough at the start of a marriage, without having to endure being unwell… *sighs..
As I write, my BF is now bearable, Just. The hissing outside has faded, and is now returning again, and I guess Missus C deserves an award for her courage at this point..*shrugs.. I must go start the cooking..
LATER at 4.15am..
I'm back at the desk, only to hear he’s enable a nunu close by.. *cackles…
LATER at 4.45am..
I've just been out to put the trash on the side path, prior to taking it up, and heard no sign at all of the hissing or the Wireless song, only the muted hum of my Controller’s aircon units..*blinks..
It looks like a warm one today.. Spare a thought for the helpless guinea-pigs at the mercy of a sadistic criminal, for who knows, it may well be your turn soon..
Peace…
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Wednesday 19th January 2011 at 11.39am…
