TOUGHENING UP...
(begun Tuesday 4th January at 3.45am...)
Wow! I sit and listen to the ‘thickness’ coming in my little side-window, as it presses ever harder at my inner ears… Not even really a noise as such, (though beyond that, I can hear the wireless song) and you must know that if he were to turn it off right now, it would leave that sudden truly strange emptyness…
What I’d give right now for the words to properly describe the oddness…* sighs… I’d foolishly thought I was doing better at making myself understood, but in reality, I’m going backwards…grins..
The feeling persists that our Area Controller has been told specifically to concentrate his attacks on our home via the RF, (whatever line he gives you) but to ease up on the mischief caused to our PC and Telly, for the moment…
Who would encourage him to do such a thing? Barnabas? Naa – he knows squat about the finer technicalities and I'm betting he hopes he never finds out first hand..*chokes…
The Strategist OTOH, is powerful enough to have Bali do his bidding, and has more than sufficient reason to wish for my head on a plate…
How badly, and for how long were Ms. Dorny and her fellow victims nuked? Do they still feel the effects when they walk into a store for instance? Is it worse for her when there's full cloud cover? *interested… Do her wrists and hands often feel broken?
With luck, she spoke out early enough to prevent this rather unpleasant legacy and besides, our experience here in the Zone didn’t stop after the initial fumbling in 2005, but has been deliberately escalated and continued with extreme malice…
I called Missus Bernie yesterday, up at No. 17, to see how they're getting along, and it's not good.. The old man has now developed trouble with his spine (!) and she's already using a zimmer frame..*gags…
Normal old age ailments? To a certain extent I suppose that’s true, but you can guarantee that their pain is being enhanced deliberately and steadily by the power that my Genius controls..*vomits..
We had a pleasant, if poorly attended, CPF Meeting last night, and my attention was drawn to the fact that all the streetlights on our circuit, right up to the start of Garbutt Road, are out.. The only pole that remains visibly active is ours..*falls over cackling..
I drove home slowly, and looked up at each supposedly dead lamp to find that they're far from out for the count… *winks..
The giant Mothership too, remains standing in the darkness, as are the huge lamps in the little parkland opposite our ex-Treasurer’s home, that were so recently restored to their full glory…
Speaking of whom – She tells me that she and one of her three daughters have begun suffering excrutiating headaches inside their home, and I guess it's safe to lay this new development at our Area Controller’s door as well… *disgusted….
Were you paying attention when I told you that simply because a light appears to be turned off, doesn’t mean it's not functioning?
Check out Exhibit A, here on the Scrabble-Player’s wall, if you don’t believe me… *points… There's still enough crud coming off those signal enhancers, despite their innocent appearance, to do you a mischief, depending on the Controller’s mood of the day…
Is Bali left alone to decide who to target? Which home he’s going to attack, simply because he can? Man, would I love a word with Missus Kazee right now, to see if she or her adult kids are feeling any of the fall-out… *fascinated….
The Paramedic, also situated up by the little parkland, has erected the most incongruously thick and high wall, not long ago, and I remember wondering at the enormous amount of money spent on such a thing….
Did he hope to deflect much of the destructive power he faces onto, or was it genuinely designed to keep unwanted visitors from accessing his property?
I've the feeling that whether you're Chosen or not, some of you are going to be affected by all the extra radiation, whether you like it or not, and I watch for the For Sale notices with interest..
Khaled at No 2 took his family and did a runner across the Highway to a new home, leaving Kasim's house standing empty..
They will insist that it was due entirely to the ongoing breakins they endured, but I would be much more interested in the state of their health, and what pains some of that family suffer, as a direct result of living down here for so long…
It's now 4.55am and the rain continues to bucket down.. The Good Man up at No. 16 tells me that they too are beset by swarms of mosquitoes, at which point the Microwave Boffin would have us believe that bromyliads (sp) were part of the problem… Normally I would agree, but in this instance I was able to inform the House of the ongoing blockage to the stormwater drains, stuffed with cabling down in the valley, as being the cause of this particular plague..*beams…
Build me an ornamental lake Wayne? Why, I guess you’ve done just that, albeit inadvertently… *winks…
The rumbles of discontent as the by-laws are swept aside by Mr. Dawood's ugly new development behind Hugo Road, and the towering Madressa at the Sherwood Hall, were repeated at last night's Meeting…
How I wish I had the ability to explain why these things are taking place, and how they are merely manifestations of the promises made to the Muslim Community by the ShaikBoyz in the name of the Project….
That the leaders of Islam chose to take the opportunites offered them, while they last, and can't be blamed for their choice.
How it must offend the genuinely good Leaders of the Faith to work with scum, the likes of Barnabas and the Sexual Offender, and yet they must overlook all this, if they are to promote their faith successfully.. *sighs…
That the resulting blatant abuse and corruption of existing by-laws offends many citizens, is all to the good of the Project, hey Janneman? Disharmony and mischief are high on the list of requirements necessary to harness the population…
Once again it was suggested that www.durbanite.co.za is no more than a honey-trap designed to catch unwary dissenters.. If this is so, I smell a 100% failure rate..*grins… While it would be my dearest wish for the Corrupt Town Clerk Sutcliffe, to idly google my nick and read my blog, it ain't gonna happen… He’s way too busy shifting his ill-gotten gains out of the country to bother with bad press… *spews…
How are you doing there Donald? Douglas? Are your family protected as best they can be? Have you both been brainwashed into believing you and yours will survive the entry into the New Age unscathed? *interested… It's truly down to the luck of the draw right now, hey guys?
As an Area Controller, I guess skydog and his kin are in with a chance.. Young hal? I'm not so sure, but were he to be offered such a position, I don’t see him refusing.. A gentle stab in the back that would be for the Part-Time Activist, not so? *looks at the Telecoms Agent….
Where are you Leonard? *whines shrilly....You have more important things to worry about than a group of people being deliberately nuked by criminals? Sure you do.. *shrugs and heads off back to Cloud 9…
LATER at 5.35am..
Though the hair stood on my neck at the ex-Treasurer’s revelations made last night, I asked that she tell her child to speak out loud in their home, when a savage headache assails her.. It’s a given that when this occurs, our perverted Area Controller is close by, trawling for juicy snippets of personal conversations to pass back to his equally sick colleagues…
If the child could be persuaded to speak out audibly, then there would be NO excuse for Balliram not to immediately lessen or stop whatever it is that’s affecting her so badly… *struggles ….
As with Missus B.Snr and the attacks on her physical person, will I now attempt to keep you informed of the similar attacks taking place higher up the Crescent at No. 33…
If you choose to believe after all this time that Colin P. Balliram is merely testing the system and not knowingly targeting specific homes and their occupants, you are a fool…
I've pretty much gotten over my disgust at your continued silence and refusal to help these unfortunate innocents, and I regard you with pity as opposed to rage.. You're quite clearly blind to the fact that you're every bit as OWNED as we are…
A fantasy tis hoped you will be able to cling to, without being given a rude wake-up call in the near future…
LATER at 8.10am..
The GW rang the Scrabble-Player to ask whether he was aware that his sturdy metal security gate had been removed, and stands now balanced against the wall beneath their bathroom windows.. (Almost covering the rough specially treated patch on that wall, but not quite..*winks..)
He told the GW that he’d forgotten to put it back…
A small fib perhaps? *studies godschild closely…
Already the Project mantra of lies and secrecy begins to chip away at the fellow’s honesty and integrity, in however small a way… *sighs.. ‘It's not like that?’ Ah, young man, but it most surely is, and you can rest easy that stauncher than you have been conned…
Your Area Controller is a criminal..
If you disagree, you’ve not been following properly, and may go to the back of the class… He listens closely to the private conversations in your home and plays you like a fish…
I've told you the symptoms to watch for, as you and your little family enjoy the wonders of free uncapped local broadband… May it continue to be worth all that you've chosen to forfeit… *waves cheerfully…
Peace…
PS: Our house lights just dipped quite dramatically at this point...
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Tuesday 4th January 2011 at 10.04am
