SURVIVING THE FLOOD...
(begun Friday 14th January at 6.15am..)
*An early start today. Perhaps my Master will be in better humour if he has time to spend on the greens?*
Will old Bernie from No. 17 make it? Will he get to leave RH Khan in one piece, or is it curtains for the 75-year old? Missus Bernie had only the highest praise for the Staff, but it seemed like the old man was losing way too much blood for there to be a happy outcome…
None of which, has absolutely anything to do with the frequencies you flood into their home, right Balliram? *winks…
Gary was fully on board the Project and after he died, his sister took over running the specific lights requested by our Area Controller… Her willingness to assist hasn’t saved that family from the appalling effects of our Area Controller's attentions, and Missus Bernie (AFAIK not a diabetic) is reduced to using a zimmer, while Bernie himself is now pretty much history…
The daughter? I understand she’s since moved out of the area, and I would hope that her health improves rapidly as a result…
Is it left to the crippled Missus Bernie to activate whatever lights Balliram requires run? If so, I suspect those tenant’s usefulness is coming to an end.. Watch this space… *nauseated…
Saturday 15th January at 3.55am..
And there's a sudden shocking silence as he turns off his noisy wireless song…*cackles… All the better to hear me with apparently, as thirty seconds later, it's on again, but this time somewhat muted… That seems to have been an ongoing problem… Simple enough to create the weird sounds, (nunus, wireless song etc.) but should a target utter an audible sound, Plonkerman is forced to dumb HIS noises down, in order to hear what's being said… Does that make sense?
Why does the sound of this vital scientific research taking place nearby, leave me quite so unimpressed? *shrugs…
The tap water was running brown yesterday, and he only noticed because he'd used a pale coloured bucket for something.. It's likely that’s the norm, and I certainly can't be bothered to check it regularly.. The old lady had said there's a regular strange chemical smell surrounding their home at No. 17, and I can only guess it's either something to do with the communal servant’s quarters being sub-let to Droogs, by No. 11, or the regular water runoff initiated so kindly by Mr. Haffejee...
I've blogged often enough of how simple it now is, to contaminate individual water supplies, along with the manipulation of your power… *yawns…
Did little Missus Newton go check out the www.emrffsa.org. site? Did she pull up the checklist of symptoms, and feel the start of anxiety creeping in, as she looks at her two fine young sons? Has she managed to adopt the old ‘what doesn’t kill you’ attitude, as I have? Her eldest was experiencing interference to his hearing from the outset, and by now he's probably picking up Radio Moscow… *winks.
There's absolutely no way that family can avoid the fallout, and I'm betting the large Head of the House himself has days when his knees play up. Can I suggest you try the SA Support Group link on emrffsa, Missus N? Or has it been disabled for you as well? *curious… Surely it's your right to be allowed access to the Group to check it out?
Your husbands dedication to assisting the Project has in fact removed any rights you may have had, and in particular, your Right to Privacy… Do your houselights flicker occasionally? You do realise that the corrupt Area Controller who has your SO dancing to his tune so helpfully, visits your home whenever he chooses to? That he shares whatever intimate moments you may still have? *sick…
See, it's not like I didn’t warn you early on, now is it? You chose to go along with the Illuminati’s insistence that I'm no more than a Mischief-Maker and I can't blame you for that… Anyone that’s prepared to chirp about the appalling abuse of Human Rights, will be considered a Trouble-Maker, ain't that a fact, Creep?
Anyways Missus N – For what it's worth, I'm here, and you know where to find me if you genuinely want to talk about it..*shrugs.. Every day that you stay, has your family’s ThickSkin defences being worn away a fraction more, but I imagine that you too, aren't in a position to relocate…
The snide enjoyment of sticking it to the old fart at No. 8 is over, and I'm betting reality is knocking at your door about now…
I'll say this for our so-brilliant Area Controller.. .He doesn’t discriminate (sp) when he's trying out the unregulated frequencies, and you and yours will be taking your fair share of crud…. Wet the bed lately? Pains in your wrists? Your old man tells you to STFU about it, or your only source of income will dry up? *sad… You’ve been conned Renee, and there's eff-all you can do about it..sighs…
It's now 4.45am, and there's a small yappy dog sounding off down in the valley, as the sky begins to grow light.. Kitz has joined me here, and sits growling quietly on the windowsill… How difficult it must be for all of you to understand my point of view..
That above and beyond the foulness surrounding this huge Project, I'm aware that I'm fortunate to still be around to be a part of it..
To even glimpse the edges of this amazing technology is quite something for an acknowledged Simpleton.. Dare I say that it’s a privilege? That being said, I wish to ask Rudolf something..
Are you in a position where you're still permitted opinions of your own? Cara? For years I've managed to survive the ongoing efforts to have me abandon visiting mybroadband, as you well know.. It's unusual for Kaspersky not to squeak shrilly at some point while I’m regularly browsing the Forum… *grins..
Last night however, a new low was reached, and our Network Admin employed the BackFire frequency at it's most intense, for the entire duration of my visit to your site… If you're in a position to nip this hatefulness in the bud, I'd appreciate it….
And no Ian – your input is of no consequence here… No-one deserves such treatment, however differently you view the situation… rpm is privy to a great deal more than you're aware of, and tis to him and Cara that I appeal, and not some silly, gullible ‘intellectual’ who cannot see the wood for the trees that have been carefully planted around him…. *winks…
Should this latest development and mode of attack continue when I visit mybroadband, I will understand that it's not within rudy's interests or power to rock the boat, and I will accept it… *sighs..
Why ingodsname would I appeal to such a close colleague of the Strategist?
Well, that would be because no matter what rpm says, much like the RF Specialist, he's aware that I speak the Truth, and there are few enough of you out there at the moment… *eyeroll..
Should the BF frequency continue to be used to abuse me so badly when I log in to mybroadband, will it change my opinion of the site-owner and his wife? ‘Fraid not lads.. You'll agree that I've had some really weird and whacky ideas over the years, but despite that I continue to insist that mybroadband is in fact a Recruitment Centre for the Project, I don’t see the Mullers as some sort of evil con-artists, and never have…
A fatal error? Tough…
Again, if rpm can have this latest and very painful nastiness sat on hard, and banned from returning, I'd appreciate it.. If my request causes insurmountable problems for him, I shall understand and accept it. It's always possible that the murmurings of discontent at my continued presence on the site have reached an irritating crescendo, in which case it would surely be more efficacious to simply send me a mail saying I wasn’t welcome there anymore?
Naturally I'm hoping that it's only the Seriously Corrupt that are backing Balliram's latest employment of these disgusting means to get me off the internet… Come now Dear Reader, and tellus – Are YOU jumping up and down with sick excitement, while egging him on? Your response will go a long way to showing just how far you’ve sunk, so tread softly if you will…
Anyone picked up that I barely mention Dodge City these days? Lazarus has, you can bet on it..*teeth.. Our Crumb figures the increased violence caused by the frequencies is the finest diversionary tactic he's come across in many a day..*heaves… The carefully placed pictures and articles of this Smarmy Liar, in the Press, as he purports to care for the well-being of the Aged and the Youth in the Zone, couldn’t be further from the truth…
There's a reason for letting the Rotten Apples fade temporarily into the background, though I can't quite put my finger on it yet.. *waits...
Never mind that I've startled you on occasion with my accurate insights, for I am doomed to LIVE with the weirdness… *cackles..
Peace..
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Saturday 15th January 2011 at 9.25am…
