TURNING A NEW LEAF...
(begun Saturday 9th July at 3.50am..)


It was around 2am when he had a go at my right hand, and I'd wondered briefly if the damned thing would explode, before the burning finally eased off enough for me to go back to sleep... It's a given his other targets are enduring similar tortures at the same time, as he panders to his sick self-gratification...
I took the dog out after 3am, and found myself oddly amused at the familiar sound of one of his wirelessed 'nunus' as I crossed it's beam on the front verandah...
It kicked in again just now, as I settled myself here at the desk, but my audible comment appeared to frighten it away for good.. *chortles..
I tracked the new piercing whine to my unfortunate little chest freezer, as the Controller paid that appliance more attention than is probably good for it...

Have you given any thought at all to the implications of the technology contained in your streetlight cowlings?  Do you seriously shrug it off as a good thing, and a further deterrent against crime? *bolt-eyed... Hell, I've whittered on about them for years, but have up till now, never been fortunate enough to actually witness one of them in action..
Thursday 30th June, just after 6am turned out to be an auspicious date in my diary... *dances....

*It's now 4.15am and Wotshisface has just set off his alarm, no doubt as he arrives home from wherever he was sat distributing his painful attentions earlier... The Wireless Station on Ridge Road, or merely sprawled in der Bunker zonked out of his gourd?*

Ja, so there'd been absolutely nothing nearby that could have caused that little light to be shining so clearly inside the otherwise dead bulb casing on our streetlight.  I'd stepped backwards, forwards, and sideways looking at it all the while, until the Controller came to with a jolt, and it slowly faded and disappeared.. *beams... He was that slow in deactivating it, it's occurred to me since that he may well have been deliberately showing off...
I guess the lesson to be learned here is that simply because there's a so-called blackout in the area, the streetlights are not necessarily dead... Far from it...*winks...

I've proven conclusively that having our power cut doesn't preclude me from experiencing the pain and discomfort caused by our Controller's use of wireless frequencies to assault me.. That the MastFighter and her kid will have to do a great deal more than binning their phones and TV etc, to avoid being cooked on high as we are...
Seal off all the jackpoints?  It's quite beyond me to even guess the answer to that one... *sighs...

You have to know that when the kid had persuaded us to head for the beachfront last Thursday, it had been our first visit there in about 10 years... Her doting dad had said nothing as we kicked off our shoes and headed onto the sand at Addington.. (My occasional hints have always been met with the 'you'll get sand in the car' excuse)..
So there we were, all three of us, ambling along the water-line towards Vetchies, on one of the most stunning days this year... We went and sat at Moya's on the end of the pier, and had a coffee, while we watched dozens of colourful yachts further out to sea, before we carried on walking down towards the Bluff...
On the way back the GW had come across a fishing hook and sinker, half-buried in the sand.. He'd gone over and given it to a nearby fisherman and we'd struck up a conversation..
Turns out the chap had lost his 23 year-old son in a car accident at Reservoir Hills some years ago, and now he comes down to fish, to be alone with his thoughts... His kid sounded to have been a brilliant designer, and had apparently worked on that award-winning, if odd-looking edifice that stands near the end of the Bluff.  THIS strange thing, that I'm told should be spinning around in the wind, but doesn't...A lighthouse?

Despite that he has another son who's also done well enough for himself, you could tell the father was battling to move on... His kid hadn't had his safety belt on when a pedestrian had run in front of his car and *poof!* that was it...
Mini tragedies wherever you look, even on such a beautiful day... *sighs..

Which brings me back to our sickeningly corrupt City Manager.. (At this point I must applaud Mac McCarthy for redeeming himself on the durbanite Sutcliffe thread.. I couldn't have said it better myself, young man!)
If Sutcliffe lives in a penthouse overlooking Vetchies, he has to be taking strain from the huge levels of EMR saturating that area... Did he have his apartment treated well before the switch-on of the Metro Connect system?  Was he advised to invest in specially treated curtains, paint, and even the gaggingly expensive sleeping net?
I'm that clueless I wouldn't know whether the sheer height of his penthouse allows him to escape the worst of the EMR that floods the area...
Any joint pain Mikey?  Any days before the wind picks up that you're overwhelmed by nausea?  Does your jaw ever ache, or your ears?  Pins and needles in the hands or feet?  Or have you successfully evaded all the devastating effects caused by your Metro Connect Masterplan?  The symptoms that are bringing so many of your innocent and honest ratepayers to their knees, without any hope at all of being rescued?  *projectile vomits...

Were you to whine piteously that you had no idea the surveillance technology would be handed to criminals to operate, I would have to call you out for the Liar you really are...  After all, Allen Spence ultimately answers to you, even if it's only on the occasions he wears his Superintendent of Electricity for Durban hat, and not his Raw Power Contractor guise...
In which case you are more than au fait to the fact that our circuit was handed over to Nayager and Balliram in 2006.  It's my firm belief that you've also had personal dealings with the Druglord 'Earl' Michael Barnabas in HIS role as Overseer of the Metro Connect Project here in the Zone.. How do you plead, you WORM?!

The fellow gave you no indication of his true business dealings and how he came to power? Bullshit!  It would have been whispered in your ear at the very start that Barnabas had built his Empire on the lucrative sale of banned substances.. Too late to pull out, even if you'd wanted to?  Right... *sick..

You could I suppose, console yourself a little by knowing you're not alone when it comes to being suckered... That it's crossed my tiny mind to consider that the Activist and her buddies, the Directors of both St. Phil's and St. Theresa's, (sister institutions now operating as mini wireless base stations) were also fooled into believing that the dyed-in-the-wool Druglord had turned over a new leaf..
Does our Earl now answer his phones with the sanctimonious 'Praise the Lord?' *gags at the mere thought...
Barnabas may insist that he's a changed man until the cows come home, but as long as our CPF members and their innocent friends and relatives continue to be targetted so brutally by his Dancing Monkeys, Nayager and Balliram, it makes a mockery of the Druglord's quite probable claims that he's now been born again...

I've got it all wrong?  Then you only need whisper in my shell-like at the earliest opportunity to tell me HOW I've misjudged the situation, and leave me to mull over the error of my ways.. *grins... Somehow, I don't see that happening anytime soon....

If you're paying any sort of attention at all, you'll be aware that Barnabas' paid tentacles are busily working over at Sydenham Heights, and have been for a long time.. That there's rather more going on now than just the decades long tradition of drug sales to the residents.. That since the arrival of the Tutor and his box of wireless frequency tricks, the more vocal of our CPF members has been seriously abused in her own home, by what can only be referred to as a pair of Sick Bastards....
Is this the Master Plan that it would appear so many support so keenly?  The single genius strategy that will save us all from being slaughtered in our beds?  From where I'm battling to stand, it looks remarkably like a bunch of low-life thugs given more power than was wise... What or who is big enough and callous enough to have allowed this, nay, encouraged this to happen?  We know, don't we Janneman?  *winks horribly...

LATER at 12.10pm

After a predictable amount of panic and faffing on my part, the four of us eventually hit the road before 7am this morning, and headed up to the Shongweni Farmer's Market...
The sun was still behind the hills when we arrived, and I'd had to haul my coat and gloves out of the boot, it was that nippy...
We'd been strolling along almost at the North-East end of the field when I was suddenly hit by a wave of heat that had me shedding my coat as quickly as I'd donned it... I'd not gone five more paces when I saw the reason for my sudden astounding rise in temperature...
TWO enormous rectangular lights on a pole at the edge of the grass, that were active, despite that it was daylight... Godknows what was running out of those lamps, but once we'd passed them and rounded the corner of the field, I cooled off rapidly back down to normal...
As I passed each subsequent active light (and if you go to that Market you'll see there are several), I was hit with varying levels of BackFire, though the heatwave sensation didn't re-occur... *mops brow...

My hip and knee, that I'd forgotten about while strolling round the stalls, kicked in as we pulled up at my gates, and once inside my home my knee threatened to buckle under me, as I felt the bones grinding together... It's truly magic, hey Rezah?  *waves to the RF Specialist....
Peace..

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Saturday 9th July 2011 at 1.59pm.