(begun Saturday 8th January at 2.10pm...)
Am I impressed? Exhausted, more like… The modus for today has been to crank up the BackFire frequency each time the GameWrecker or I say something, but to dumb it down in between…
Sure, it's an improvement on how the Controller simply sets it on high and goes off about his business for the day, but nonetheless, it's bloody tiring…
A new app. for his smartphone? Something he can amuse himself with, while up at Baron's place, teaching the kid more tricks of the trade? *spews…
I've just been up to do the gates for the GW, and found Vincent has hacked back the bouganvilla in the rockery to within an inch of it’s life… I asked him whether he found anything, and he replied no… *grins… I was referring to one of the clan of immortal nunus placed about our property, and if in fact it’s a tangible device, chances are he did find it after all… *shrugs..
Sunday 9th January at 8.15am…
Already the memory of last night’s horrorshow is fading, though I've no doubt it’ll be repeated in similar fashion soon enough… Does it seriously amuse you to hear tales of the levels of pain inflicted on me by our Area Controller? You’ve forgotten I've had two kids, and know all about pain? Yet, when I speak here of pain caused me by the deliberate use of certain radio frequencies, you find it funny? *fascinated…
The BackFire frequency was running at it's max well before I sat down at the PC last night to update my blog… Let's not continue to kid ourselves that the abuse I suffer is due entirely to my blog.. Let's wake up and accept that the residents in this area of the Zone have been more than unfortunate with the choice of Area Controller…
The GW came home to say there were several cars parked at the ChickenCoop yesterday evening, and it was inevitable there would be showing off.. Whether Freddie the Accountant at No. 12 participated from a distance is unknown, but at some point early on, either Spanky or Butch voiced their dismay at great length… *blinks.. Quite possibly due to the occasional explosive fireworks going off in the distance, and nothing more…
An excrutiating evening spent in front of the TV, culminated after lights out in a mind-boggling display of abuse… Spliff anyone? I don’t believe I said much at all, apart from trying to comfort Fat Sophie who couldn’t lay still for a minute without frantically rubbing at her ears, and sitting up to gaze at me imploringly….
She’s been retreating under the bed a great deal of late, and I have to admit that last night I was tempted to try it out for myself….
I have a suggestion to make…
The next time you throw a similar social gathering at the ChickenCoop, how’s about you put our home on general Conference call, and not leave it to Balliram and just a few of his bosom-buddies to listen avidly for the sounds of distress, resulting from his attentions?
How’s about you allow the sounds made in our home to float from the stereo speakers in der Bunker, that everyone present may enjoy them?
In particular, Tamara and the girls…
Ive no doubt they're proud of Bali’s achievements, but I would have to guess they're unaware of his skills in the Abuse Department, and this should surely be rectified?
So – Put us on Conference next time, and let el Monstro run through his ghastly repertoire as he did last night, and godwilling my stoicism will fail me, and you and the kids will get to enjoy the sounds of my distress…
Come, Missus C, your selective ignorance to our plight doesn’t do you credit in any way…
I would also suggest that if you hate me, it's simply because I tell the truth… That I continue to destroy the careful cover you’ve created to hide the serious psychological shortcomings of the bloke you're hitched to… *yawns…. Too personal for your taste? No worries Tamara… You can rest assured that I will pay for my remarks physically, sooner rather than later…
It’s now 9am and I've just attempted to google MRI SA without success… You want to tell me how this organisation is connected to radio frequencies and microwaves, if at all…?*curious…
Was I in fact being subjected to an assessment at our little CPF Social function? Did I as usual, fail to impress my Interlocutor with my incoherent babbling, ensuring that no assistance would be forthcoming from that quarter?
I'd be the first to admit that I was never a threat in any way, to the Information Theft Scheme.. That the minute I open my mouth, babblespeak falls out, without fail… *grins…
Small wonder that I sit some 5 or 6 years down the line, having dug a trench of great depth, while running on the spot… *shrugs…
The fortunes of the occupants up at No. 33 Harris Crescent will however, speak for themselves… If their excrutiating headaches are allowed to continue, and to result in rather more than simply being attributed to the humidity or heat, it will be interesting to wonder whether opinions will begin to change at all… Did someone not ask why, if the levels of EMR are so high, does it not affect everyone?
A question I've answered repeatedly….
The sheer genius of the technology to enter a specific residence via their power supplies and isolate the occupants, is something I've written of before…
While I feel it's true that in this section of the Zone everyone, both Chosen and un-Chosen, are at risk, it's been specific families that have been targeted to endure the ‘tests’ from the getgo… *waves to Allen Spence… Denial dude? Don’t bother…
There are many occasions when I step outside my door to find my symptoms suddenly increase and clearly, the very air is humming with excess EMR… I must therefore conclude that many of the Blessed Chosen will go down, along with the Druglord’s specific targets, as a result….
When a Wugger announces on the LAN that they’ve been diagnosed with some form of cancer, does the biggest outpouring of concern not come from the Area Controller and his/her superiors, as the Damage Control machine is rolled in to deflect culpability? Just one of those things? *singing…
I’d not checked out the iBurst Makes Massive Revelation thread for a couple of days, and finally logged in to mybroadband.co.za last night and found it had been updated…
The Rocket Scientist had returned and was on the attack..*dances… Did it matter that I’d no idea what he was on about? That his technical jargon left me totally baffled? Not in the least…
I would say that he’s onto something at last, and that it’s a relief the generalisations are over…In fact, I'd have to say that this specific post caused massive panic in the camp…
The dude from MRI (whatever the heck that is), said that I'd been correct about the small white dishes attached to the masts as being the cause of risks to the public. He agreed that that was most likely what caused B.Snr. to fall to the ground twice in 2005 due to fluid build-up around the brain…* hands the ball carefully to Karl Muller….
Did you know that sometime last year, the microwave tower in Overport HERE was literally covered with these little dishes?
Can you begin to imagine the damage done randomly, to unsuspecting community members, as those babies were activated? *studies the Microwave Boffin closely..
I’d hazard that as long as you’re not shown a corpse, you’re easily able to shrug me off, right?
I’m dead curious to know your thoughts on the Information Theft technology and how it's been handed to criminals to run.. How does your charming and godfearing little Missus reconcile this massive undertaking to her beliefs? When your young son was attacked and tied up in your own home by intruders, the entire operation would've been organised by Glen Nayager.. Another criminal employed by Barnabas...
Your massive intellect and logic have failed you horrendously, and frankly, I wonder how you sleep at night… More denial?
It's my belief that Karl Muller’s latest post has scored a huge hit on the iBurst Forum and that at last he’s on the right track… Was there much private discussion behind the scenes, as to who should be seen to close the incriminating thread so hastily? Ginggs? Chosen as the least likely to raise eyebrows? *snorts…
The Strategist made the final call and decreed that although closing the thread proved that the Rocket Scientist had them over a barrel, it was simply getting too near the truth to allow it to remain open… Bingo!
In this forest of Ulterior Motives that surround me, Muller stands alone as one to trust… One who is not bothered whether you’re a Simpleton or a Genius, in his search for the truth…
Jesus, Mary and Joseph! If I hear one more of you burbling on about the Big Society and how wonderful it's going to be, I shall sick up on you! Do you have half a clue how many innocents are to be destroyed to reach that Utopian state? As long as it's not you or yours, you don’t give a toss?
Fluffy white clouds are zipping down south, and the sky is a washed-out blue…
The Sadist keeps his nasty toys at bay for the moment, but the Broken Wrists and BackFire long to kick in properly, and it's just a matter of time before he succumbs again to his sick perversions *yawns…
The little dogs are uncharacteristically quiet and both lie about, stunned… I can do squat to help them or myself.. Kudos Balliram? *spits…
Peace, on this beautiful day here in the Zone..
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Sunday 9th January 2011 at 10.56am…
