FOR MY SINS...
(begun Wednesday 3rd August at 4.30am..)


Are those lessons for everyone who belongs to the Area Controller Fraternity, or do they fall under Advanced Classes only?  Is learning to hack into DSTV decoders a part of the standard curriculum, or is it reserved for Crime Boss Lackeys only?
I'm guessing as usual, but I'd have to say that the Area Controller for Craigavon has added that particular skill to his/her portfolio by now?
Despite that it's unlikely the Mast Fighter has a TV set in her home, there were several other residents up that way that supported the fight against the illegal iBurst tower, were there not?
It's therefore interesting to speculate how many problems Ms. Dorny's fellow-victims have endured via their powerlines, since the removal of the mast..

In our case, it's reached the point where our TV start-up now varies from day to day.. For a couple of years, since a particularly nasty attack on the TV by the Creep next door, we've had to switch on by using the AV button on the remote, though lately even that has become dodgy, despite the GW replacing the batteries..
Right now, if the remote's AV button doesn't throw up a picture onto the screen, the GW says hitting the equivalent button on the set itself, works..
And it does, but only if the Controller feels like it... *teeth...

I suggested yesterday that maybe we should take the hacked box back to HQ and swop it for another.. One of my sillier ideas, as it would probably only take minutes for Balliram to hack a new decoder anyway....   Do I anticipate an escalation in these problems with the telly, while the GW is away for ten days?  Balliram has a well-earned reputation for going after women on their own, so I leave it to you to figure that out...

They hadn't attempted to hide their arrival down in the valley yesterday morning, and the first thing I'd heard were some dogs going mental up by the Plumber's boundary fence at No. 14...
From the sound of it, I'd thought a stray dog had ventured too close to the fence and that No. 14's killer dog had managed to grab it through the bars, but then a man shouted, and peace was restored...
Five minutes later, and they were down below our wall, and I got up to check them out...  A larnie silver 4x4 was pulled in under the giant strangler fig, and though it was probably an optical illusion, it appeared as if THIS guy had climbed up into the tree itself, for a better view... Of what?  The branches are that dense it could've been merely that he'd hopped across the stormwater drain and gone up the steep bank on the other side, giving the impression that he'd climbed into the tree... *shrugs...

Was that the smell of greasepaint wafting up from the valley floor, or were the two of them there on legitimate business?  I managed to get a shot of the last four digits on their registration plate and one of THIS chap, before my camera batteries suddenly ran dry, and you just knew that our Controller was watching all three of us... *winks...

You  remember the Village People wannabe that postured and pranced with his air rifle over under the gumtrees for my benefit, some years back?  Oddly enough, he popped into my head as I stood waiting for the pale-skinned, brightly dressed duo to re-emerge from the bushes bordering the drain... Which prop box had provided their colourful civilian outfits, for they both appeared to have dressed to ensure they would be seen but not identified, with each of them sporting different headgear... *grins...
The guy in blue had even gone so far as to carry what appeared to be a clipboard, and I was briefly impressed by that little extra touch....

I waited till they were heading back to their car before waving, and one of them politely lifted his hand in reply, before I turned and went indoors.. Five minutes later and they'd gone..*poof!*....
Was their visit merely an exercise in entertainment, designed to have me steaming from both ears with curiosity?
Or had they come down to check whether the storm water drains had begun to back-up again, since the torrential rains last week?  The GW had mentioned aloud a few nights ago that despite the cold, he had a mozzie homing in on him, and maybe that's all it took for H20 to send a couple of stooges down to check whether all the cabling had caused a lake to form, as it did last summer..

The mosquitos had reached plague proportions before, weeks later, there'd been a whole lot of activity down below Kasim's at No. 2, and a friendly wekker in the valley had told me there was a big problem with water backing up down there, which the crew was trying to sort out... If indeed Mutt and Geoff were here on H20 business, let's hope there aren't more drainage problems, as that wouldn't bode well for next summer when the serious rains begin...
Rains that we're really going to need, judging from the huge engineered runoffs that appear so vital to those Blessed with FTTH in our area...

I'd forgotten about our Minister of Communications until I read about him on mybroadband last night, in an article that continues to promote the lies surrounding Telkom and their existing fibre network... He's to try and encourage Telkom to invest in a fibre to the home Project?  Would that be in addition to the existing one that runs to streetlights already, and here in the Zone has been shovelled through selected resident's waterlines into their homes?

Is Mr. Padayachie making any effort to re-introduce Government regulations on Mast emissions, dropped so judiciously in 2002?  As Minister of Communications he will have surely researched the detrimental effects of the Metro Connect's fibre/wireless combination which now invades the homes of unsuspecting citizens, via their powerlines?
Is he suitably appalled by the results achieved so far, here in the Zone?  He will have been given the facts surely?  Alternatively, one has to ask whether our Roy is merely another puppet, diligently trotting out words fed to him by the Authors, in an effort to have you think he actually deserves that over-inflated salary?  *gags...  Shhhh.... *whispers... Is he on first name terms with Ivan Pillay perchance?  A stab in the dark fosho, but I'd lay you odds that's a yes...*winks at the whistleblower...

If Balliram's obsessive interest in the words uttered in our home are intended to wear me down, I'd have to concede he's winning... I find I'm becoming less amused by his thuggish antics, and more fed up by the day, as at each utterance made by the GW or myself, the BackFire frequency is immediately cranked up to enhance BigEar's listening pleasure...

Has word spread of the ex-Sentech employee's skills and knowledge of radio frequencies?  That he either stumbled upon, or was given, the reams of data collected over the years by Boffins studying the effects of microwaves and wireless frequencies upon humans?  That he's worth his weight in gold to every Uber Druglord and Crime Boss across SA, that was ever handed the Surveillance Technology to control?
You find it unsettling that I continue to promote this young man's genius, despite the enormous increase in physical violence since his arrival?

Come - place your feet where mine are, for a moment, and reconsider...
For, of all my reviled and derided assertions and accusations, do you not consider my claims of the use of radio waves as a weapon of war to be the craziest yet?  Rezah is one of a select group who is fully aware that every claim I make regarding what is being done physically to innocent and honest citizens here in the Zone (and let's not forget Tracey Lee Dorny and her family up in Craigavon), by the use of carefully chosen wireless frequencies, is the truth and nothing but the truth... *shrugs...
When I write of the debilitating pain and discomfort that rewards Balliram's efforts, I speak to the Wireless Fundi, and I'm strangely comforted to know that there is at least once person out there who is without any doubt aware of our predicament...

And no - it makes no difference which Team he bats for, as long as he listens, and shares the astonishing results with his Missus... That he tells her that at about 3.40am this morning, I was struck with pain in both hips.. A deep ache that had been sufficient to have me leave the Land of Nod with haste... That he fills her in on Missus B. Snr's trials and tribulations, who today has resorted to going to the hospital as the pain in her left hip and leg (that she shared with me and Sue the Book), has now moved up into her side, and is getting alarmingly close to her heart.... Magic, hey J?  *waves.... 

So there you have it... In return for reminding you repeatedly that theoretically, the Wireless Specialist should be able to name his price, all I ask is that he listens and shares my awe for his talents with his little woman, unlike Balliram, who shuts Missus C out of so many of his escapades....
Peace..

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Wednesday 3rd August 2011 at 12.48pm.