THE PARTY LINE..
(begun Thursday 7th July at 5am...)

I've always been rewarded according to the quality of my output.  At least, I've always told myself that's how it works.. With that in mind, I can't be doing too badly right now...*winces...
Our Controller resurrected the BackFire frequency yesterday, both indoors and out, and once the family had left on their shopping trip after lunch, the television was fair game, and went down IIRC a total of four times, including once after they'd gotten back home.

First off I had a Channel Freeze - Restart.  Next was your standard black screen - Restart.  Then your black screen with floating message window, and the piece de resistance early evening - Crude sub-titles on every Channel - Restart.   Oh, and lest I forget, my knee joint now grinds as noisily as my OWNED wrist...*applauds her Wireless Frequency Controller's efforts...

The Brush-Cutter Contractors were in the valley yesterday, as they concentrated on clearing down by the stormwater drain that's owned by either H20 or 3Core..*winks...
I'd already forgotten about them by midday, when I noticed a chap sitting across beyond the gumtrees, who appeared to be watching our house.. I fetched the binocs and camera and got THIS zoomed and fuzzy picture for the record, before he hastily moved out of sight..
Later, at 2.45pm THIS much clearer shot of an interesting little group gathered under the trees in their new-looking Ethekwini overalls (with the logo) and Parks hats, deep in discussion with THIS chap in his grey windbreaker....
Once I'd gotten my pictures and given them the thumbs-up, I went in to put the camera away, and in the minute I was gone, they'd vanished. Hau!
Details that probably bore you all to tears, but under the circumstances I find wiser to mention..

Predictably they couldn't find anything wrong with my Vice Chair, and he was eventually discharged from Hospital.. Par for the course with the stealthy microwave weaponry and the Medical Fraternity's inability to keep up...*eyeroll...
Perhaps a paper circulated to all the GPs and Specialists on the amazing results achieved through the use of systematic attacks by a specific wireless frequency?  Treatment and prevention?  Pretty much no such thing for the average man in the street, unless you can afford the hugely expensive EMR deterrents by way of sleeping nets, paint and curtains etc... Besides, once you've been nuked, unless you get the hell out of the area for good, it appears you stay nuked, and it's downhill from there on...
Relocating isn't an option available down this end of the Crescent, as the Sadist well knows... *shrugs...

Did I tell you that my view of the durbanite.co.za site has changed so dramatically?  That the left-hand column on the Home page where you could once click to go read the latest comments, now gives you the whole comment?  Weird.... When I'd signed in a few days ago, it was to be shown a lengthy list of medications one could order online, so I guess my version of that website is somewhat corrupted, to say the least... *winks.... I must go..

Friday 8th July at 3.05am

Shh.. I'm thinking.. 
Did he tutor more than one youngster over in Mayfield Road?  Did he easily persuade them that hacking into their neighbour's systems was vital to promote the wireless signal, and to get the Sherwood Network up and running?   I have to smile at the thought of how badly they miscalculated both Nayager and Balliram, and I bet to this day they're oblivious to the clandestine visits made to their own homes by those two Eavesdroppers.. *teeth...
I can just hear One-Eyed Jack insisting that they're on the same side, and why would he want to tap their calls and their homes?  *roffels....  They'd have no problem with the sexual harrassment charges either, as you can tell that they consider wimmen should know their place as second-class citizens, and should take what's coming to them....

Is Mayfield Road still trying to figure out his mistake?  When it was that he stumbled so badly?  *snorts... The fact that both of you bought lock, stock and barrel into the idea that I EVER had a thing for the Woman Abuser, is a dead-giveaway of the way you think... *nauseated...  Your sheer macho arrogance shut your brains down?  I should go back and read what I used to write about the Felon before judging you?  You think?

Do you even have a CLUE about how the Stockholm Syndrome works, or was it here on these pages that you first heard the term and you shrugged it off easily as more bullshit?  *interested... The Behavioural Science boffins would have got it early on, but it wasn't in the Project's interests to bail me out, was it Jannie?  Geez, look who I'm asking!  *falls over choking...
Bring me my girls from the Breakfast Club, and let's hear what they think of your collective demeaning attitudes?    I've made excuses for you for long enough... I've gone on and on about how I'd hoped that your Community leaders had seen through the ShaikBoyz and their promises, and their willingness to work so closely with an Uber Druglord..
The Project Authors have now seen fit to spice things up a bit, by encouraging PAGAD to enter the fray here in the Zone, and I'm all for it...

Backed by the AmDram Society that operates out of Dodge, it's already made for some entertaining theatrical productions, dutifully reported in the Weekly Gazette...
Where did you go wrong, and let the proverbial cat out of the bag?  An easy one, that I've no doubt I've blogged several times already..
Trying to get anyone to think that Captain Peters had gone bad, did it for me.. Ooops!  Insisting he be partnered with Barnabas' young nephew is some sort of joke?  There's some seriously flawed reasoning going on here, I'm happy to say...
Set a Cretin to fool a Cretin?  (While Balliram is a whizz on the internet, he's sorely lacking in other areas). Keep the old bat struggling as she amuses the youngsters who frequent the Sherwood Network, as they all the while witlessly promote the bloody signal that allows those two Perverts to hop into YOUR home and sniff around...
I told you before.  Barnabas likes to keep tabs on ALL his subjects, both those ostensibly for, and those against him... *shrugs... The Struggle Activist should stifle her disgust at the idea of working with what she views as vigilantes, and rather wait and see what they bring to the table, if anything other than mischief...

At this point I would have you ask yourselves why Carol Frankson's home at 734 Jan Smuts has been abandoned?  Why it was suddenly deemed advantageous for that family to relocate, and leave the property's outdoor lights running 24/7, and a steady run-off seeping out from behind the house onto the side road...
I've toyed with the possibility that at least one of the family had developed tinnitus, or any of the other many symptoms that could occur in this EMR saturated section of the Zone...
Then again, the reason they've left could be much simpler..
I couldn't avoid seeing young Baron as he cruised about in his larnie convertible, and maybe he didn't care to have his life-style cramped in any way?  *winks... Did he show a flair for hacking?  Was he hoping to be promoted to Area Controller some day, or has this already come to pass?  *looks at the Tutor.. Hey Balliram... Was the kid any good at it, or did you give up and tell him cautiously to stick to what he's best at?  Managing the continued sale of banned substances to the rich and famous?

While Barnabas took ten years to ensure that his make-over produced the outward appearance of a squeaky-clean businessman who'd seen the Light, and was walking the straight and narrow, all of that could've been negated by the sight of the barely-out-of-school youngster, cruising about the area in an open-top convertible... *snorts...
Indeed, if Booysens is working for a purported Good Team, and isn't just another gaggable Colonel Groenewald, he'd be wise to keep tabs on young Baron Frankson, wherever he is right now...

Oh ja - The Weekly Gazette Issue 585 has several dealers nabbed of late, and the question is, will you buy it?  Do you honestly believe that these arrests aren't being carefully orchestrated?  While the Ruler of the Empire sits cozily, knee-to-knee with our Head of Intelligence?
What's the party line there Janneman?
Do you also promote the tale that sure, the chap was a druglord, but that he's clean now, and doing his best to make amends by assisting with the Information Theft scheme/ Metro Connect?
And I should believe you because...?  You're adept with a frangelica bottle?

My Controller has recently reverted to promoting the BackFire frequency both in and outdoors.. As we sailed down yesterday from Westville in the GW's computerised Polo, I confess my nose ran, as we passed the Barnard Road mast...
Whatever device is installed in the Polo, certainly did more than just give a cursory greeting to the pseudo-tree that stands next to a retirement complex FFS..
Massive pockets of BackFire were dotted all around the uShaka area down at the beachfront, and it's ironic to think that many will venture down there to breathe deeply of the invigorating sea air, when the area is as heavily wired as our valley... *shrugs... I'm done..
Peace..

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Friday 8th July 2011 at 12.17pm.