THE SNITCHES PITCH...
(begun Friday 20th May at 5.55am...)
*As I hit Publish now at 1.49pm, the ubiquitous Javascript: Void appeared on the bottom task bar... You don't say? *
I bumped into the GW in the passage sometime after 2am, only to be told that our power had gone off at 10.10pm while he was watching the telly.. He didn't hang about to see what time it was restored, but took himself to bed instead... A technical glitch? Really? *looks at the Sad Creature next door...
Dude - your monitoring efforts over the last few days have been (dare I say it) almost acceptable.. As noticable as ever, but minus the savage vindictiveness that has become your own personal trade-mark....
You have however, been more than making up for this so-called reprieve, after lights out, when you've clearly felt free to hit us with every trick in the book...*projectile vomits...
To oblige my bullying and anxious family I made the trip to see the orthopaedic surgeon at the San, yesterday... He studied the scan and informed me that I've acquired advanced osteo-arthritis in my left thumb-joint, and that there is hardly any cartilage left in the area....
He displayed no interest, nor did he appear remotely concerned, at the still clearly infected swelling on my wrist.. His answer to my woes was the offer of an operation to cure what he said could be the onset of Carpal tunnel syndrome... *chokes..
I declined immediately, and the light went off visibly behind his eyes... I requested a bone-density scan and he referred me to Parklands as the only establishment handling those tests... He also sent me down to Brand Road to order a brace for my outraged and crippled hand...
Would you believe that just over a month ago I was swinging Fat Sophie around in a circle at the end of a piece of rope? That I was trundling behind the little electric lawn mower, back and forth, without so much as a twinge or hint of discomfort in either hand?
That the only pain I endured in my wrists and hands was when the gung-ho DickHead next door deliberately employed the Knives to the Wrist or Burning Hands frequencies? (usually in the dead of night, as cowards are wont to do).. A frequency that has affected Sue the Book and Missus B.Snr. with I'm guessing even more devastating results?
I'm implying nothing... I'm telling you, that this designated Area Controller has systematically cooked off our protective cartilage, and that approximately three weeks ago, as blogged, he finished off the work he'd begun, by taking out the remaining cartilage on my left wrist....
Too wild an accusation, even for me? Bollocks! Ask Rezah the Radio Frequency Engineer, and he will tell you of the near magical properties of the frequencies employed as physical weapons, and of how they can now be transmitted into individual homes to nail specific targets.. Go on - ask him...
Then turn and take a look at this fine specimen of an Area Controller whom you've allowed to continue operating freely, and tell me your own lack of action isn't in itself, criminal....
I'm currently hoping to find an email addie that can be guaranteed to reach our Head of Intelligence, Mo. Shaik, for I have some questions I'd like to put to him....
There's the matter of the modest mosque on Jan Hofmyer, almost opposite Westville Boys High, which is now undergoing a quite remarkable make-over... I would like to ask our Mo where exactly the funds have been obtained for our Muslim community across the country to suddenly upgrade their institutions so grandly...
I'm inclined to go with the Crazy who still rules Libya, but would love to have it confirmed by Mo himself... Huge promises and gifts handed to our Islamic Leaders, in return for what? Their silence and tolerance on the matter of Shaik's employment of Druglords and Crime Bosses to manage the Project? *snarls....
I can only hope, as I've said before, that while the Islamic Heads are understandably taking advantage of the situation while they can, they're aware that they are in no way excluded from the total loss of privacy and Human Rights Abuse enabled by the Project's technology...
Saturday 21st May at 4.45am.
The apparent easing-off of the assaults on our home during daylight hours, has the Creep more than making up for it each night... I woke after 2am to nausea, and again after 3.30am to the same, but with a sore throat added to it... *blinks... Is our Controller trying for some sort of unofficial record here? *spews....
He's not restricting his largesse to this end of the Crescent either, and my Vice Chair tells me that his son has acquired a cough and a sore hand over the last few days...
Call me Crazy, but I'm forced to give Balliram credit for even these seemingly ambiguous symptoms.. My suggestion that the young man go for a bone-density scan was met with the usual scepticism, and it's hoped the Creep will tire of battering their home, before too much physical damage is done... *sighs...
Despite the positive experience at our Polling Station on Wednesday, it was a small but disconcerting fact to discover that we had put our marked papers in one box only, whereas every other station appeared to have two separate boxes for the forms... The Ruling Party took our newly created Ward 30 as anticipated, but I have to wonder whether the box of votes from the Sherwood Hall even made it to the counters... *shrugs.. Do I regret going to vote, in the light of these dodgy dealings? Not at all....
I discovered the Media Manipulator Mac McCarthy has appeared twice in last week's newspapers, though I clearly missed at least one other of his contributions...
His letter on Page 9 of the Mercury 19th May, Brooks did right by his wife, hit a home run, and had me briefly forgetting the talented Mischief-Maker's real purpose... *gets a grip.... The Naked News sms on Page 6 of the Daily News Backchat May 18th, appeared to be just a continuation of mild stirring, though it's not something that interests me, one way or another... *yawns.... You hit the wrong button and lost your typed response to Esme, Mac? Sure you did, and I'm Einstein's long-lost niece... *grins...
Turns out it's fortunate I didn't hold my breath in anticipation of the Snitches promised further revelations on the Metro Connect initiative, for I guess it'll be a chilly day in hell, before such revelations will ever be allowed to see the light of day..
Did the veiled threats from Mr. Haripershad of Manase & Ass., and the suggestion that the Hawks are now hovering nearby, genuinely queer the Snitches pitch? I've the feeling that a far wider variety of players than just those two parties, suddenly brought pressure to bear, to ensure the cover-up remained just that..*winks...
Did the droogs tasked by the forensic Investigators ever find my Challenge to Mr. Sutcliffe on durbanite.co.za, or does it simply not appear on the version of the site that they access? The Snitch averred that the Crooked Town Clerk used the Metro Connect technology to comfortably keep ten steps ahead of his enemies... If you need further proof of the surveillance options now available via the wireless and fibre running to your streetlight, you're as big an Idiot as I am...
I grant you, it would've been great were some of the finer details of this scurrilous Masterplan to have been published on durbanite for all to see, but that's not going to happen now, is it Leon?
Despite the constant assurances that the truth will be revealed, it will be on a selective basis only, leaving the Trials Labrats to continue their suffering, as our joints are systematically cooked on high.. *eyeroll.. If only I'd had the brain to have had my swollen elbow joints scanned last year, when my baffled GP had finally diagnosed me with bursitis FFS, for want of a better guess, for I now realise that the attack was merely the forerunner to the full-blown assault on our embattled wrists.. That, were Sue the Book and Missus B.Snr to go for similar tests, they too would find their cartilage had mysteriously been destroyed... *vomits over the Sadist...
I'll stick to my suggestion that if you are suffering any sudden joint pain, whether you're on Metro Connect willingly or not, you go have a test done as quick as you can.. That you follow it up with another test every few months and monitor the damage being done to your joints via the powerlines...
Generally speaking, I guess the trend will continue for the more corrupt of the Area Controllers to restrict their worst assaults to candidates least likely to realise what's being done to them...
The GW himself is a classic example, and continues to insist that his horrific deterioration is due to nothing more than old age and genes, and there's nothing I can say that will change his mind....
It's up to the younger among you to take precautions, and the only way I can see that being done, is for you to insist on the bone scans, regularly...
Here in the Zone, my Controller has access to all the hospitals in the area, in his guise as IT Security Consultant.. Parklands will not be excluded, and I would guess that test results may be hacked and manipulated as easily as any other aspect of the Project that requires data to be hidden from the public...
What have you done? *shakes head.. Apart from exhaust my rhetoric for the day? WhyTF would you continue to allow this vicious Sadist free rein to carry on his campaign of crippling assaults when you KNOW they're not restricted to Idiots who endlessly run off at the mouth? What does that make you?
Peace..
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Saturday 21st May 2011 at 1.59pm.
