THE HAMSTER WHEEL...
(begun Tuesday 30th August at 4.40am...)


I heard the GameWrecker on the phone yesterday morning, reporting to Faults that all the streetlights apart from ours are out, and had been since the powercut on the 22nd August... He simply doesn't get the idea that it's load-shedding, does he Balliram?  *winks...
That those lights will simply come back on when you've quite finished brown-nosing your Superiors, and not before...
I have to say I was startled last night when I turned up into Garbutt and found the Harris/Raftery mast standing dark and unlit against the night sky... *blinks... It had been our ex-CPF Chairman that had requested you activate the pretty red lights on top of that mast, as he'd said the Airwing choppers were making such low passes overhead, he feared an accident.... *shrugs...

Once again this morning I was rudely woken by the vicious Ache to the Hip frequency and I clawed my way out of sleep to snarl aloud that I would phone Tamara if he didn't quit his nonsense.. This sadistic Pervert is highly amused by his own wake-up calls, and yet if I so much as mention the Missus, he has the nerve to take offence? *eyeroll...

The mast wasn't the only thing that took me by surprise last night, and I'm delighted to report that we've met our elusive new Ward Councillor at last....
She was accompanied by two heavyweight gentlemen, and she actually remarked to the forum at one point that it wasn't really safe for her to venture out at night.. Scoff if you will, but I'm inclined to believe her... Life is pretty darned cheap here in SA at the moment, and if you have the right connections to any of the criminals operating the surveillance technology for Metro-Connect, a contract killing should be no biggie to achieve..

Simply activate the Target's audio-monitoring in their home via the powerlines and wait to hear which appointments they're planning on attending, and when, and then bingo, you can have your quarry picked off at the most opportune moment....
What the Controller misses during the eavesdropping sessions in the home, can now easily be verified by tapping into the mark's phones, not so Jannie?  Official warrants allowing the invasion of a citizen's home, and giving access to their phonelines, are truly a thing of the past, are they not?

With the advent of the Metro Connect Surveillance and Information theft technology, petty details like written permission are not even a consideration, though I imagine some form of paperwork can be fudged if the matter came to Court?
It looks like even Willie Hofmeyr was squirming when he admitted that the NPA were not party to a court application for permission for conversations to be bugged... What Court application, Willie?  Can we see it?  *teeth.....
Read on (New Battle Rages Over Zuma Tapes, Times, August 26th) and it becomes glaringly apparent that no official permission was obtained, and that it's been years, if ever, that such niceties were observed...*chokes...
Hell, you've got no quarrel with the Fat Cats being monitored, right?  Except of course that it never stops there, and pretty soon it's the Criminals monitoring the Good Guys, for their own gain.... 

Right now I have to question your ability to tell Good from Bad, for the lines have been blurred astonishingly, since 2004, have they not?  If the WhiteHats had ridden  to our rescue here in the Crescent some years back, when it first became obvious that our Constitutional Rights were being systematically violated, one could possibly see some merit to the Metro Connect technology, knowing that the Monitors were themselves being monitored....
As it's turned out, it would appear that in most cases here in the Zone, the law-breaking Area Controllers themselves answer to Criminals such as Earl Michael Barnabas, and the so-called Good Guys turn a blind eye to these activities....

Am I doing sterling PR work for the Project's Terror campaign, or what?  C'mon Janneman, admit it.. Were the few that bother to wade through my incoherent babblings to consider my words to be the truth and to realise they've been sold downriver, would they not go rigid with fright?
How many of your supporters have already taken you aside and whispered that the Christmas Beetles have taken up residence in their ears?
To how many have you replied jovially that they should consider such a thing as a right of passage and not a sign that their immune system is going down?  Will there be any veiled threats inserted into your amiable banter?  To the effect that were the mug who's acquired the microwave buzzing to make a fuss about it, they would be ostracized and regarded by their Peers as a lunatic?

To play on their fragile egos until they come to see the acquisition of the Christmas Beetle chorus from YOUR point of view, which is to say not a problem at all?  *teeth...
What if it doesn't stop there, and they come back knocking on the Telecom's Agent's door at a later stage to say that they're now experiencing something remarkably like the Dead and Burning Hands symptoms?
Or agonising pains in their wrist joints and elbows, or godforbid, shocking headaches?
Will Jannie simply continue to stall and insist their symptoms have nothing to do with the countrywide Wireless Project and the hugely increased amounts of EMR?


Wednesday 31 August at 3.35am...

Is there a limit to my endless rhetoric?  This hamster wheel of words I'm on?
I'd glanced up out of the kitchen window just before 6pm last night, and muttered aloud that the Scrabble Player's wall enhancer was on but our streetlight wasn't... I took myself straight into the lounge and sat down in my TV corner and at 6pm sharp the kettle jack clicked loudly as the lights dipped, and I got up to check only to find that our streetlight had come on.. WTF?  Quite how much more than 233V hits our home at that precise moment, to create such noticeable results?

The Muni strikers are supposedly back to work today, and it's going to be interesting to see if the rest of our streetlights start functioning tonight, or whether this obvious load-shedding exercise is set to continue indefinitely....

I fell asleep last night to the sound of a toad calling out by the hadeda pool, and I remembered having to slow down as I drove home on Monday night, to let one of the little fellas cross the Crescent safely... Encouraging ja, but whether they're healthy specimens and will live to reproduce, remains to be seen.. H20's operations here in the valley have seen to it they'll never return in the numbers we used to have ...
Whether the frequencies that are having such a startling effect on the residents, affects the birdlife in a similar fashion, I wouldn't know, but the weavers have built down in the fever tree again, and a couple of days ago I saw a rainbird perched in the gumtree.. I've not seen or heard it since, but it will be interesting to see if it hangs around..
Is the air now clear enough to fool the flora and fauna into thinking it's safe?  If I had half a brain, could I figure it out?

LATER at 4.45am

The first of Balliram's attempts at activating his wirelessed nunu have ceased for the moment, though up till then it had been really quiet out there...
Our Controller had had a different lot of wekkers beavering away at his for the day yesterday, and who knows but that he's fire-proofing his home ahead of his next demonstration of idiocy, or having the stench of burned out electricals removed from his furniture...
Did I tell you that our new Ward Councillor announced at the Meeting that she hasn't been allocated an office?  IMO further proof of the unseemly haste with which the Ward demarcation lines were so drastically altered just prior to the local elections... *spews...

The first signs of the BackFire have just begun to increase along with my Controller's arrival for the day..
It's officially Eid!   At 5am the call rang out from the Sparks Road mosque as clear as if the dude was standing here in the valley, and I wish the Muslim community all happiness, and hope that my dire predictions never affect them or their families.... *waves..

LATER at 5.30am

I'd just sat down in the lounge for a minute to catch up on the BackChat Page in the Daily News, Monday August 29th, when Balliram came thumping in behind the television to check on me.. *yawns... I suppose after all this time there's little point in him making an effort to be quiet... *belches...
The letter mentioning the dead palm trees decorating so much of the beachfront, raises the question of who it was that landed that particular tender... I find it hard to believe that Park's Christo Swart had a hand in such a blatantly stupid endeavour, so who is it that lined their pockets on that account, and will they now return the thousands they were paid, as there's such visible proof of their failure?

There's a letter there for Councillor Chapman to answer as well... Claire wrote that water had been running down Davenport Road for over 12 hours and Warwick must forgive me if I once again point a finger at the fantabulous Metro Connect Wireless/Fibre Project.. Whether it's a deliberate runoff or the lines simply couldn't take the pressure build-up due to having to share their capacity with the cabling, makes little difference  ..  When the water crisis comes, as it soon will, Neil McLeod will happily continue perpetuating the lies... *shrugs..

Is the Telecoms Strategist weirdly chuffed that I've elevated him to Main Player status?  Does he insist amiably that I give him more credit than he's due?  *curious..
Tis true that he is but a tiny cog in this vast machine run by the Project Authors, and that I would happily include Pieter Bezuidenhout and the elusive Shaggy of mweb's irc chat days, were I aware of the roles they play.. I'm not, therefore Jannie van Zyl will have to do...

Peace...

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Published on Wednesday 31st August 2011 at 12.19pm.