(begun Monday 25th July at 2am..)
*My iBurst connection was dropped at some point just before I hit Publish, though I managed to save and copy the gist.... a problem Senor? *
Ja, he's awake. I'd not sat down here two minutes, and his silly wireless device tried it on... *grins... What are there, like three different sound options? Sadly, it's back to the drawing board for all of them, as they each operate on the same unmistakable frequency... Was the designer himself hard of hearing, or what? *falls over...
I used to sit on the pavement with his younger brother and the rest of the guys, outside what's now our ex-Ward Councillor's home, puffing away on Lucky Strikes, and just generally talking rubbish... He and his Missus ended up buying one of those close-knit units up in West Riding, and have lived there for yonks...
The GW bumps into him fairly regularly over at the Westwood Mall, where they have coffee together and skinder about the good old days...
I guess that alone would have had him added to the list, to be on the receiving end of Balliram's latest recreational activities?
A few weeks ago he woke up battling to breathe, and reached for his asthma pump.. That didn't help and he ended up in ICU for four days, where they managed to stabilise his frenetic heart-beat and get his swollen ankles to subside... The cardiologist never did give him a diagnosis, or suggest why it happened....
I guess it's the old Throat-Tickler frequency that I road-tested myself a few months ago, or something that sits bloody close to that charmer on the spectrum?
The same one pumped into my VC's home, that had him on cortisone for months, and then more recently, coughing till he passed out? He went into hospital and had all the necessary tests which showed squat, nada, zip...
Baffling? Not when you get to know how these goondas operate...
Was I surprised to hear that the same frequency is being used up in the Mast Fighter's home in Craigavon? Not in the least... The breathing problems it causes had the Mast Fighter's mum in ICU, and knocked both Ms. Dorny and her young nephew for a loop...
Close, Jannie - But no cigar there dude....*shrugs...
Think back to about five or six years ago when the Strategist would deny all my claims automatically, and insist that Glen Nayager and his IT Monkey Colin P. Balliram were the good guys... How he'd gradually been forced to concede that maybe their enthusiastic zeal had gotten the better of them at times?
Now there's an understatement for you... *teeth...
Remember how it turned out the filthy ex-Sydenham Station Commander was sexually abusing at least five of his female officers? Then remember how many times I'd told you of how the Pervert Balliram enjoyed activating the audio-monitoring in our bedroom, FFS... Of how humiliating that must have been for his SO to hear, and how the white box on the telephone pole in the valley was subsequently vandalised as a result?
Course, he couldn't live without it, and not long after, it was eventually repaired and re-hung, where it functions admirably to this day... Alas, I now only share my bed with the two dogs, and all the Sicko gets are snores, farts and coughing.... Undeterred, he comes on in to join me at some point every night...
Force of habit or bizarre obsession?
Man, Jannie, I have to say your recruitment officers sure can pick 'em... *snorts..
Oh, hang on! Balliram came with the package, right? He wasn't chosen by the Authors at all, though he had your blessing? When the Druglord Barnabas forked over millions to buy absolute control over the Zone via the surveillance technology, it was on condition that Balliram manage the Trials here in Harris Crescent, and our Telecoms Agent had no problem with that at all..
He would've told his Superiors that he'd gotten to know our neighbour online over the years, and that his Cracker skills in this small pond were legendary...
There's no ways I'll ever back down from my assertion that this goonda was installed next door at No. 6 with a purpose.. That he was to sit tight and wait until the technology was fully rigged up, when he'd be given the opportunity to realise his full *erm* potential... *gags....
He certainly didn't need much encouragement to disrupt our fairly quiet neighbourhood back then, and his relationship with both Barnabas and the Rotten Apples up at Dodge City ensured that he could go overboard with the thumping all-nighters without any repurcussions...
But you know all this shit by now anyway.. Yet you have a problem buying the truth of their latest achievements?
Balliram had already discovered to his delight that he could cause very real physical damage to his targets.. The Knives to the Wrist and Hands as I sat using the keyboard? That culminated in first my left elbow swelling enormously, and a few weeks later, my right? The GP had been stymied, and settled eventually for bursitis with a mysterious infection..
The waves of heat coming off the monitor, and the two instances at least of brick-red faces, encountered by both the GameWrecker and myself?
That was just the beginning, while he continued to systematically unleash the excrutiating Burning Hands upon Missus B.Snr at No. 4, Sue the Book at No. 5, and myself, night after night...
When the Radio Frequency Tutor finally arrived and the Coven was moved into the old Wireless Station on Ridge Road, the attacks escalated and became refined and precise, and now occur everywhere across the Zone..
Sydenham Heights is a favourite haunt for these techno thugs, and I'm betting that D. isn't the only one they assault over at West Riding, either... Not by a long shot... *spews...
Dean Park over in 45th Avenue was a doddle, once that huge enhancer went up at the entrance, and they had our ex-CPF Secretary in Casualty with the speed of light..
My own uncle had their interest for a while, though whether he was got at in his office down at Enforce in Springfield Park, or in his home in Cowie's Hill is unknown... Kent Crane?
How many targets have ended up being terminated by the over-enthusiasm of the fumbling Controllers? Seriously, you can whisper if you like, I won't tell...
The first one would have slowed you down only briefly, right? Before you were persuaded that it's simply the luck of the draw, and these things happen?
At this point Mistuh van Zyl, I'd be obliged if you quit your lame-ass attempts at denial, and just accept for once that your lot have been outed, bigtime... That you appear to be the Promotions Officer for as murderous a bunch of cowardly geeks as you'd find anywhere in the world, and I'd hazard that merely by saying that, I've got a few of the sick bastards wriggling with delight at their own self-importance...
I shot across to the Engen garage shop yesterday after 9am.. Minutes later I was back on my verge to find No. 18 cruising down the road.. They pulled up and said that a short while before, their domestic had been walking up from the Stopstreet on her way to work at their's, when she'd been set on by a knife-wielding thug and his accomplice.. They'd relieved her of her phone and R60 and had run off down into the valley, and her employers were now driving round in the hope of spotting the perps....
The invisible cameras had to have been activated the minute I reversed from my garage, and if you would have me believe that Balliram didn't witness the assault on the woman just minutes before or after my departure, it would have to be a massive FAIL....
Ask him and see what pathetic lies he comes up with, why don't you? He was already monitoring the cameras higher up the street? Busy jumping into the Engen cameras? Nothing he could've done anyway? Bullshit, you lying DickHead! You could've had Soobrathi and a couple of vans down in the valley in minutes, if that was the way this Game was meant to be played..
It isn't, and never was.. The unfortunate victim's fear and loss of her possessions goes down as one for the Project, right? However insignificant, it does it's bit to consolidate the terror campaign so desired by the Authors in their quest to rule the country....
My Area Controller would've sat there watching the entire mini-drama play out, and done squat.. Would he have even bothered informing the Crumb of the two thieves down in the valley? I don't think so...
To those of you jumping up and down with delight at the thought of fibre to the home - Are you sure that's what you want? Are the hidden costs worth it? Sharing a slug or two of frangelica with His Grandness, won't necessarily save you from possibly reacting badly to the satellite upgrades made to your nearest mast.. It's always possible that this techno marvel has already arrived in your suburb, and it's easy to spot the lucky recipients of FTTH...
There's nothing quite like a regular stream of water running down the road, that lets you know the home-owner is enjoying fibre stuffed through his waterlines... *grins...
Water crisis? Electricity shortage?
Great lengths are being gone to, to convince you of a variety of reasons for the above, none of which are even close to the truth...
It's the Information Theft and Surveillance Project thats sucking both the power and water supplies down to dangerous levels across the land, and you'd best believe it... Ain't that right, Herr Doktor Sutcliffe? *waves cheerfully to the Shrinking Crook...
It's your perogative to be filled with unease by my claims. It's also your perogative to stand and fight... Chicken or Hero? Do you still have a choice?
LATER at 8.35am
Despite the small flurry of auto-advice messages found in my gmail earlier, there's still no word from Blesshim on what ultimately happened to my Taking the Carrot post, and I guess you could regard it as a Mexican stand-off... *grins... Peace julle...
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Monday 25th July 2011 at 10.22am...
