GIVE-AWAY...
(begun Sunday 13th March at 6.40am..)
I'd gone up to fetch the Sunday Times ten minutes ago, and found a huge pillar of dark smoke was rising into the sky behind the University of Kwa-Zulu Natal... Can I guess? *jumps up and down... Wentworth area, or nearby? Bingo?! Whose home has been cooked this morning, as Allen Spence coaches his latest fumbling Area Controller in the tricks of the trade? *pukes violently..
Which Student was overly enthusiastic, and increased the voltage until the plugs simply burst into flame? If the cause of all that smoke turns out to be unrelated to the Information Theft Project, rest assured there are many house fires that are..
If you were privy to the true stats from our Fire Department, I'd have to bet that the increase in house/business fires has more than trebled over the past four years.. *shrugs..
*It's 6.45am and It's house alarm activates briefly.. Does he attempt to have you believe he has electrical problems? Why? Somebody finally sniffing around? *crosses fingers futilely....*
LATER at 9.30am..
Why does Colin P. Balliram's control of our power supply so often appear to incorporate his gate motor? The BackFire frequency has reached exquisite levels this morning and the gate arms are still connected up..*interested...
I went up to the garage shop to fetch the Tribune earlier, and noticed how many of the streetlights in Garbutt Road appear to have THIS little red cable now added to all the other spaghetti they're festooned with, at the top.. We've had them down this end for ages, and ours are already bleached pink by the sun, and I'd love to hear what exactly they're there for? *winks...
I've just been studying a picture of Balliram's streetlight taken back in 2004, and see that from the outset he's had two fat black cables strapped to his pole, as opposed to the one that the rest of us have.. Check out the give-away red sensor-light knob on top of his fancy new cowling.. That was removed and replaced with the standard lemon knob, after I'd blogged it several times..*grins...
LATER at 3pm
BONG! I'm out.. *sighs... I checked after 2pm, and the nearest gate-arm was dismantled, though my discomfort levels were going through the roof.. Despite my wild theories, I was obviously being treated to a 'look Ma, no hands' scenario... Clearly he has a work-around which doesn't include his gate motor, to cause me a mischief... Missus C was calling loudly for her maid to turn her room lights off at 2.30pm, and I'd stupidly thought she somehow knew I was in pain, and was trying to help... As if... *falls over choking...
No matter - I shall wade through my previous blog later on and enjoy speculating which of my remarks led specifically to this latest assault.. *eyeroll...
I'd called my uncle earlier, only to find he'd still not had the results of all those tests I told you about.. Remember? He'd begun have like minute seizures that didn't show physically, but wiped out his short-term memory at the time? See: Blown Out of The Water, published 26th January 2011.
I'd told you how he spends a fair amount of time in the evenings at least, working on his PC, and I'd speculated whether the Cowie Road Area Controller had received instructions to nuke the old fella, just as Balliram attacks me via the monitor, mouse and keyboard... All in the name of 'testing' of course...
I believe that it's Mr. Kent Crane that's probably in charge of the Project up that way, if only because he had a large number of trees destroyed without permission.. *belches... Hmm.. I've derailed my own story... Ja, so now a month later and the Specialist is shouting that his account must be paid, and my staunch oom says that will happen only when he's been give his results FFS... Popcorn?
Nice to hear he hasn't had any more of those nasty episodes since I blogged, oops, I mean since he went for the tests, though I doubt that's the last of the nonsense, one way or another *nauseated...
Monday 14th March at 4.15am *at which point, as I edit here at 10.12am, the desklamp dips minutely and I wave and spit on auto...*
There was another superb sound and light show last night, and a bit more rain, and happily there's still a cool wind blowing this morning..
At 12.55am I'd gotten down on the floor next to my bed, and tried to slide under it with my pillow... The same bedstead we've had since we were first married and that, if I'd just thought for minute, I'd have remembered there's no way a human can fit under there...*roffels..
I figure that Fat Sophie goes there, not to escape the heat or cold, but rather, our Controller's cruel attentions.. *shrugs...
There's no pattern to her behaviour, and it can be the dead of night when she thuds off the bed and heads under it, or midday in blistering 35 degree heat...
The two ancient beds, that were joined together so long ago, each have a metal sort of mesh on the base, under the mattress.. For some reason I feel it's the metal that maybe dilutes the ill-effects of some of the frequencies that the little dogs find more unpleasant than others.... So, there I was at five minutes to 1am, thinking I'd test my theory out, and see if I could escape the Sadist's brutal attentions.. Another two inches off the ground and I'd have made it, but hey, it was worth a shot... *grins...
This morning, there's an ugly dull ache running down deep inside my fat thigh, and you have to know that Balliram is earning himself brownie points, even as I toss and turn in my sleep... *yawns...
The encouraging flurry of posts on durbanite last week, has seemingly dried up since I tossed the gauntlet before the crooked City Manager, and you could hear a pin drop... More than a few of the members are well aware of the fibre now running through the water and sewer lines, and are there simply because they're offended by the dodgy tender processes....
I very much doubt that at any point they've given a second thought to the Suckers who live in the originally designated test areas, and just what they've endured since 2004... *shrugs...
It was back then that the first trench was dug across our street HERE and THIS big water meter was affixed to the Moth Cottage wall outside No. 11.. Hot on the heels of that unremarkable beginning came Telkom, with their white multiplex boxes tacked onto the streetlights HERE...
You want a record of the Project's stumbling installation and progress?
Make me an offer, and I will judge whether you're worthy of seeing my eight photo albums, which give a pictorial account of how a suburb is singled out and harnessed at huge expense, to a Grid controlled by habitual criminals..*belches...
Are there any other Test Dummies who've survived to tell the tale? Anyone else who isn't one of the Blessed Chosen, and therefore has been firmly on the receiving end of these callous and criminal 'tests?' No? I didn't think so..*mutters..
Whatever version of the Project Sales Pitch was sold to you, had you thinking it's the best thing since sliced bread, not so? Think again, and consider who it really is that your cunning City Manager has handed you to, on a plate....
A Druglord who will endlessly insist he is reformed, an ex-Head of SAPS Sydenham Station, who was found guilty of repeated sexual harrassment by an internal hearing of his Superiors, and an assortment of Crackers who are totally unfamiliar with the term moral principles or compass.. *yawns...
Will Sutcliffe shriek that it's only the Zone that's being operated in this way, and that the other areas are being run in an ethical manner? *falls over foaming at the bit... Any of you lot privileged to live in Umhlanga? That would be a big Oops, right there... *eyeroll.
Your years of hard labour to get your company where it is today, have pretty much gone down the tubes with the advent of this fantabulous Project... Why would you think your support for this technology-driven Masterplan would exlude you from the attentions of the Wikked?
You have their word that your home and business will be exluded from the infestation by the Criminals employed to run your nearest power circuit? *chokes with mirth... You're already aware that the Head of the ruling party out your way is our own Roy Moodley, and that he has the clout to have your home and business monitoring activated to LIVE any time he chooses to?
That he has the means to pay for any information stolen via the monitoring technology, from both your home and your offices?
Melodramatic claptrap? If you say so.. *shrugs...
I am, for the moment at least, a Test survivor, and I have the badge to prove it...
I watch the thousands of litres of water being deliberately run off daily, to accommodate the invasive cabling, and I ask again - WTF WERE YOU THINKING?!!! I look across at the once innocent little Convent in St. Theresa Road, and my eyes water at the strength and power pouring across the valley, and I scream - WHERE WERE YOUR BRAINS?!!!
STFU and it will eventually come right? You think? At what effing enormous cost to you and your family's health alone?
My incoherence makes it a simple matter for the vast Damage Control Team to continue trivialising my claims, hey Jacquie? (sp) *waves...
Not one of you wishes to believe what I say, as the idea that I'm telling the truth is simply too appalling to even contemplate... *shrugs..
Knowing this - am I deterred? Not yet, despite that the noose is metaphorically being tightened about my withered neck.. *grins..
Peace julle...
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Monday 14th March 2011 at 10.19am...
