CAPPED....
(begun Saturday 8th October at 4.35am...)
The Ward Councillor had asked me to let him know as soon as a new date was given for the postponed Motherbody Meeting, which I'd subsequently done..
I had a text from him an hour or so before the Meeting was due to start, saying he was trapped on his folk's property, as their gate engine had suddenly seized, and he was obliged to stick around until the problem had been fixed, or leave his family at risk...
The GW had snorted callously on hearing this, and had said it was probably a creative excuse for not attending the Meeting.. I'm not so sure....
Though I've no idea where the Councillor's family reside, that's a detail that won't have escaped Balliram and his cronies, and you can bet that domicile is well within the reach of the Wireless Station on Ridge Road... Jamming a gate motor via the powerline control is probably something that can be found in the How To section of the Beginner's manual for Area Controllers, and will be used to promote any amount of mischief... *shrugs..
IMO that Meeting wouldn't have been worth the young Councillor sweating at having to miss the proceedings, and I'd told him as much..
Reading through Karl Muller's latest posts on the 'Is MXit worth the money' thread, it becomes more than apparent that the skullduggery employed by the telecoms giants is by no means restricted to Barnabas' kingdom, here in the Zone..
The likelihood that the perforated eardrum suffered by the new Ward Councillor some weeks back, was not related to some random infection, but was caused deliberately by a specific frequency being flooded repeatedly into his home, makes more sense....
The questionable death of a sympathetic Key Player in a car accident, reported by the Educator, should not have come as much of a surprise to you either.... A method long used to rid the Corrupt of pesky dissidents, and fairly easy to achieve.. You'll recall how I got the message loud and clear, when the Racehorse Owner, Roy Moodley, suddenly made it his business to acquire Currie Motors?
The relatively small, hole-in-the-wall vehicle repair shop I'd been using, since the retirement of my trusted mechanic? *teeth....
It's a sad fact that the one service my little Langley had, after our Roy had taken over the business, had her returned with problems she'd not had prior to the service... *winks...
It's also a given that the GW's Polo agents at Alpine Motors in Pinetown have a mechanic or two that are happy to dance to the Curry Mob's tune, and I'd lay odds that both our cars have had wireless enhancing tracking devices added to them.. *yawns...
You're tempted to trot out the tired 'You give yourself too much credit? Don't bother.. The level of obsession displayed daily by Balliram and his chommies, goes a long way to confirming my words.... While I was never anything more than an entertaining guinea-pig for the Blessed Project, I figure I can rest assured that I'm the first thing Balliram thinks of when he wakes, and the last thing, before he sleeps... I can only surmise that this Sadistic Bully's initial delight at my cheek has by now worn thin, and has been replaced by more than a little irritation, if the ongoing assaults via our powerlines are anything to go by..
The threats and malicious whispers that Karl now speaks of, are par for the course here in the Zone...
The decapitated toads in my hadeda pool, glass strewn across our driveway, heavy breathing calls, nails in my tyres, constant carefully placed reminders of overnight visitors to our property - none of these goonda-style actions have deterred me from my original quest to reveal the blatant criminals employed to run the Surveillance Project technology....
A technology that when added to your regular cellphone usage, and the forest of masts going up each week, could shorten your lifespan dramatically over the coming years, whether you're in denial or not...
Sunday 9th October at 5.30am...
There's a north-easter moving in the tops of the gumtrees, though it hasn't reached us down here yet.. It's filling the valley with mist, and muffling the bird-calls, and I can only just make out the mini base station across the way...
A minute ago, as I sat here trying to find the words to describe how eerily beautiful it is out there, el Monstro capped me... *blinks... I felt it being placed on my head, and thought it rather too tight for comfort, though I said nothing out loud... A weird sensation, but as a labrat, one I shall no doubt grow accustomed to... *shrugs...
LATER at 6.15am
I'm wryly amused at how difficult the Creep must find it to curb his zeal and not just finish me off.. Apparently even the Sicko can figure out the basics, or has had them spelled out for him... *eyeroll...
One little too-tight, over-enthusiastic squeeze to my head, and chances are he'll be minus the only dedicated PRO he's ever likely to have.. *snorts...
Treading softly has never been a part of his repertoire, and a more ludicrous travesty of a Secret Agent would be impossible to find...
Reading Karl Muller's posts on the Is MXit worth the money thread, I'm relieved to find that the Educator is more than familiar with the methods used by the telecoms giants to silence their critics, be they the thuggish tampering with cars, or the more subtle use of frequencies to physically damage their prey....
It's hoped that the Project Authors are aware that should the Rocket Scientist so much as stumble and graze a knee, tis they that will be regarded with extreme suspicion... That unlike the Mast Fighter, he's not susceptible to careful whispers, and may, even at a stretch, see beyond the Cloak of Unpleasantness that I wear, to the truth beneath....
Eh - like I care either way... *shrugs.. What matters is whether he was listening when I told him of the fancy streetlight cowlings that now saturate the towns and suburbs... That they bear miniscule cameras which may be activated merely by typing in a specific pole's code number.. I've stood beneath our streetlight during a so-called powercut and watched with delight as a tiny light inside the cowling was hastily doused once my Controller became aware of my interest... Oops!
Karl Muller is also no doubt aware that a car's battery may be drained remotely, and that a battery operated camera may be dealt with in a similar fashion?
That should any vehicle that he uses display mechanical problems, it would be unwise to employ anyone other than the closest of friends or relatives to fix it.. Leaving a vehicle at a dealership for repair will guarantee that it leaves the premises with a little 'extra' added surreptitiously.... It matters not that it's a trusted establishment you've used for years, for the Curry Mob have the means to call on the most unlikely of candidates to do their bidding...
I don't presume that Karl Muller needs lessons in egg-sucking, but I merely pass on what my Seriously Disturbed Area Controller has seen fit to show me, over the years he's had me at his mercy... *shrugs...
That the simple streetlight nearest you may be adjusted and employed to scramble rather more than just your head, and in fact, do you serious physical damage....
It's now 7.05am and I've just had a text to say my friend from Asherville has finally left the building for good.. While I'm relieved that he managed to locate the Exit door and escape from his pain, his family will be devastated.. Another good man down, to be replaced with what? A New Age Thinker, who has no regard whatsoever, for his fellow-man?
The sort of person who continues to be amused and entertained by tales of deliberate torture and mischief enacted upon a band of vulnerable hostages? Yeah dewd - that would be you I'm talking to...
LATER at 9.30am
Women and children mill about on the Creep's front deck, a few feet from where I'm sitting in my corner of the garden, and they're seemingly unaware of the high levels of BackFire the head of their house has carelessly enabled outdoors... *gags...
A woman's voice floats over the wall behind me as she loudly mentions my name, and I cough equally noisily in reply...*grins...A small theatrical production for my benefit? Though I can't guess at it's purpose right now, I'm certain I'll find out soon enough.. Trees are to be cut, or have been cut? *vaguely interested...
It's a stunning day, though the heat may drive me indoors sooner than I'd have liked...
Though I've yet to buy the Tribune, the Sunday Times failed to excite me with anything new, as it ploughs on, revealing the Trough-Feeders greed, and the ease with which most of them evade justice...
Narandas and his pals feature in the Extra supplement, and you can rest assured it's highly unlikely that any of them will actually wield a bucket or broom during their community service 'punishment'.. They will serve their 'time' under the watchful eye of their local copshops? *rolls on the ground with mirth... Pics or it ain't happening.... It's slightly disturbing to note that the journo quotes Roy Moodley almost as if it were he that handed down the sentence (such as it is), and not the Magistrate, and you can bet that's pretty much what took place.. *spews...
How will young Rajiv manage without his steroid supply? Will he wither away and become a shadow of his former self, albeit a somewhat less aggressive version? Just kidding folks....
You'd be an eejit to think these rich, spoiled kids will be deprived of anything at all, not even on a court judgement... *shrugs...
Peace..
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Sunday 9th October 2011 at 1.43pm.
