A KNIFE'S EDGE...
(begun Tuesday 4th January at 10.20am...)
For the second morning in a row, our Area Controller has kept his early-hours heated hug to himself, but has more than compensated for it with the pressure increase in my ears… On the Sweeper’s advice? Or someone with a greater knowledge of RF and it's many abilities? *looks at the Wireless Specialist…
Does Bali continue to whine that the horrific results he’s achieved, are unavoidable mistakes? That he was unaware of the appalling effects his games have had, until I said so here? *falls over screaming…
Would you now try to give the appearance that an attempt is being made to rectify the ongoing physical reactions to the unregulated power and frequencies flooding our homes? Save it, Bliksems.. Having your bloody cake AND getting to eat it, isn't on the menu….
The ‘work’ our Area Controller does, is so vital that it has my shrieks of outrage sitting on the very bottom rung of the Priority ladder, and there they remain…
I put it to you that PAGAD is easily capable of running this local Network, without causing unnecessary and additional physical harm to whichever resident takes Bali’s monstrous fancy… I put it to you that no amount of cover-ups will hide the fact that a criminal is being allowed to control the powerlines here in the Zone, despite his obvious unsuitability.
I was woken at midnight by a violent BackFire attack.. However nuts I sound, I've proven to be anything but, though it suits you to continue promoting that particular fallacy..*squints…
I am slow. A Simpleton and a Fool, yes – but mental?
As I reached the end of reading through my just published blog online, all the houselights dipped..*blinks…
If someone would have you believe that our Controller has lessened his attentions, he’s sure going about it in an odd fashion…*snorts…
Again – If I were to do a door-to-door up at say, Findlay Hall, would I find several residents enduring a sudden increase in what appears to be old-age related ailments? Headaches? Nausea?
If I had Ms. Dorny’s logic and oratory skills, and were able to approach everyone in this densely populated birthplace of the Project, would I be horrified at the results? I would say that as many as 90% of the residents are already Members of the Elite, aka Chosen, and as such, sworn to secrecy…
A secrecy fostered by the Authors for a very good reason…
Certainly not to avoid alerting criminals to the invasive BB technology, which you’ve been promised, will nail them… *roffels…
No – You may find your idle chitchat has you shooting your mouth off to one of the non-Chosen.. One on whom the ‘tests’ are being run deliberately, and who is paying heavily for it, with their health…
It's therefore far safer to stick to the Party Line and chat only to the already converted fellow-Wugger next door, than to slip up and have to face the reality that indeed, criminals ARE in charge, here in the Zone…
LATER at 2.50pm
I would be extremely interested to hear why the BackFire frequency is being run relentlessly, as I scribble here… Can our Controller give a valid reason for this being employed in our home, other than that I've admitted quite clearly to the pain it causes me? *curious..
I blogged only last week of a 24- hour period, totally free of this particularly loathsome bandwave, and of how I had cut the grass in the blazing heat, used the computer, and watched the telly, and finally gone to bed and slept through without any sign or flicker of pain caused by this intrusive frequency…. Since then it has been back erratically (more often than not) and of varying intensity…
I beg that you don’t attempt to feed me more bullshit on this score… I gave you the truth of the effect it has on me, and as the longest surviving and most vocal of your unwilling Test Dummies, I'm really keen to find out why it hasn’t been stopped altogether..*regards the RF Specialist with interest…
Could it be that this Criminal Plonker, employed by a well-known Druglord, outranks you? Now there's a thing! Leonard! LEONARD! *shrieks….
Already he’s been allowed to limit my web access by blocking me from playing #trivia… Such a small thing to whine about? Move on? That seemingly little achievement has been done with the blessings of the PTB.. Will the BackFire frequency be regarded in the same light?
rpm? Cara? Is this truly what you signed up for? Were you aware even before mybroadband was created, that such great power would be given freely to the Underbelly of Society, with which to control vast areas of the country?
Does the Telecoms Agent play down my claims and insist that I exaggerate? Indeed, I do NOT.
I’m treading a knife’s edge here, and am better known for my moronic behaviour, than any of my other endeavours, and yet –
Despite all the allegations and accusations tossed at Rudolf Muller, I simply don’t believe that either he or his wife were aware of this particular aspect of the Project when they agreed to set up mybroadband as a recruitment centre for the Project.
That, as has carefully been done with the Wuggers, certain of the more scurrilous details were deliberately omitted from the Sales Pitch..
I tell myself that were that little gem of information been given freely to Mr. Muller, he would've had second thoughts about the role he was asked to play.. Right or wrong, rpm? Only you and Cara and the Strategist will know that answer, and if you don’t mind I’ll cling tight to my belief in this regard…
The downright refusal to remove Colin P Balliram from his position as Area Controller of ANYWHERE, is an indication of just how far the rot has set in…
A parallel situation has to be the total lack of action taken against his Mentor and good Buddy, the convicted Sexual Offender, Glen Nayager, who has single-handedly made a mockery of the ludicrously titled 16 days of Activism crap, that we've recently had forced down our throats…
There are women like us across the Zone and beyond (Ms. Dorny is among them) being battered senseless via the Big Brother technology, run by low-lifes equally as perverted as One-Eyed Jack and his IT bumchum Balliram…
*My Controller should know that I will come to terms with this unnecessary pain if I have to, and that it will only serve to fuel my outrage at his and his buddy’s continued employment as anything other than cell cleaners….*
I do not chirp overloud of the small mercies we’ve been shown.. What would be the point, as these same concessions may be withdrawn in an instant.. (Not 30 minutes earlier, the GW could be heard re-setting the TV, which had lost it’s screen again…)
I've settled for ridicule and derision in my ongoing struggle to show you the other side of the coin… I've meekly accepted being beaten to a bloody pulp on a daily basis, by someone unworthy to wipe my feet, simply because I'm aware of my own appalling short-comings…
It's always possible that you find the truth has become unpalatable, and you wish I would STFU and go away.. You can't afford to let doubt creep in and spoil the wondrous picture painted for you by the Project Author’s Minions…? *sighs..
Let's give Leon Chetty a nudge at this point, shall we? Hey dude – Care to tellus what happened to Councillor Chapman’s (Ward 18) response to Neil Reddy’s request? If you weren't personally involved in it's disappearance as site owner, I'm darned sure you asked why it was removed… You tout your desire for improved communications as the reason behind the site's creation… Let's have a demo of this right now, for I swear whatever the answer is, it will make for interesting reading… *teeth…
If Councillor Chapman himself requested you remove his post, did he give reasons for this? Was he threatened or ‘advised’ by an outside source? I’m making a mountain out of a molehill? Come now Leon, under the circumstances, a straight answer would give your site a little of the credibility it so badly needs… *waits patiently…
Wednesday 5th January at 3.25am…
It was about 4.30pm yesterday when the BackFire frequency finally vanished completely.. In it's place I had intermittent Knife to the Wrist and Fingers until 6.pm, (Not to be confused with the Broken Wrist frequency or the dead, burning hands frequency), when the BF frequency was resumed for the entire evening, up until after I’d gone to bed…*vomits freely… Why am I telling you this? I guess to prove that my pain is being manipulated deliberately by the Pervert, and is unnecessary…
I would request that Mo Shaik check his Data Bank and advise just how many State Secrets have been gleaned from the occupants of this stretch of Harris Crescent.. Frankly, if he found a single one, I'd be amazed… OTOH, were Earl Michael Barnabas' own personal stash of stolen information to be raided, I guess you'd find a fair bit of seemingly useless, but highly private details, that he may choose to use at a later date…
The fearsome headaches now being endured by my CPF ex-Treasurer and her daughter in their home higher up the Crescent, sound similar to that experienced by Missus B.Snr. and reported here recently.. They’ve already considered taking their daughter for a scan if this phenomenon continues.…
I have as you know, already asked the guy at SITA to pass on my complaints about Colin P Balliram ‘s behaviour as Area Controller, to his Superiors, so there can be no claim of ignorance of the situation.
At the time, my beef concerned the lack of an internet connection, and not the physical damage this Turd is purposely causing to the suckers on his circuit…
Either way, if this Government-owned organisation is earning the money it's been allocated, they should have investigated Balliram further.. *winks and doesn't hold it's breath…
Will the innocent occupants of No. 33 be the first recorded cases of cancers achieved by the unstable Mob-affiliated Area Controller, who is protected by the Druglord Barnabas and also, the Telecoms Agent himself? Their home is not surrounded by the thick protective walls erected so timeously by both the Councillor's Cousin and the Paramedic, and they face directly onto the enormous lamps in the little parkland, across to Raftery Crescent and beyond… I'm betting that were I to stand on her verandah, I would also be able to clearly see that nifty mast a bit further up the road… You want to do something before it's too late? *looks at the Wireless boffin….
It's now 400am and the first of his wireless ‘nunus’ begins it's tentative noise.. I spit on it and it’s Controller…
Peace…
PS: Judging from my noisy harddrive I have uninvited visitors. My fillings jangle as I type... Shot guys! PSS: At 1.17pm sharp the BackFire frequency puts in an appearance, the desk lamp dips and the wireless cable behind the television says hi....
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Tuesday 5th January 2011 at 1.08pm
