DOUBLE TROUBLE...
(begun Wednesday 30th November at 3.15am)
I went for a pee at 2.22am and didn't try and get back to sleep afterwards.. Interesting that he still hammers away at my right shoulder and neck, though without warning he'd cranked up the BackFire at 2.35am, and then tried out the Ache from Hip to Knee for a while..*eyeroll... It was quite a good idea to keep a pad and pen handy next to the bed, as there's so much going on overnight.....
At 2.45am exactly, a new bird call arrived instead of the Telkom Box Bird and no, not one of the two pairs of Kurrikane Thrushes that call to each other in the hours before dawn and that visit my garden to run about my flower beds so boldly...
At 3.25am the Telkom box bird gave his first easily recognizable call down by Balliram's front deck as the newbie called way down by Kasim's.. There's also a wireless song operating out there at it's lowest level, and though I went and stood by the GW's open window, it's difficult to say whether it's coming from the biggun nearby or not..*shrugs..
LATER at 3.50am
Right, the dog's food is cooking and I've been out on the front verandah where I can just hear the muted wireless song but again, I can't pinpoint it's source....
I went back into the GW's room and it's much louder in there, though still nothing like the in-your-face levels he was running when I last blogged that familiar sound... What does Jannie van Zyl have to say about the wireless song? *curious.. Does he admit the levels must be fairly high for it to actually be heard?
It's most certainly coming off No. 6's property and I'll take a flyer and say that it is indeed from the light a few yards away stuck on the young adult's bedroom wall... *yawns...
You've gotta laugh.. This is supposed to be an objective report on the varying horrific physical effects that can be achieved by the different wireless frequencies, and instead it could be construed as the ramblings of a hypochondriac refusing point blank to accept the natural ageing process.. *snorts...
I guess I find it no coincidence that three women aged between their early fifties up to their seventies, can all experience identical symptoms.. Besides, the pins and needles aren't restricted to the female of the species as my friend from Everton Road has recently proved.. Nor is the microwave buzzing that my Good Neighbour at No. 10 says he endures as well..
I'd bet that by now, were you to do a door-to-door up in Craigavon, Fourways, you'd find that many of that community have similar symptoms.. It makes no difference that the iBurst Mast was removed, though that did some serious damage while it was up... By now the Wireless/Fibre over the Powerlines Operation is flooding homes in the area, and those whose systems were battered by the mast initially, will be taking the worst strain..
Will any of the COP17 delegates stick their necks out and insist they be taken to see the devastation wrought at the jondolos by the flooding rains? Will any of them request a trip down to Prospecton to witness the appalling pollution that that community endures daily? How many of those International visitors have tagged along specifically to see how the Wireless/Fibre over Powerlines Project is progressing?
By 5.47pm yesterday evening our Area Controller appears to have worked himself into a frothing rage, and as I sat browsing mybroadband with the television on behind me, he gave our power system a vicious whack that knocked the computer off and back to Restart, and also took the TV screen out for a second before it restored the picture.. *blinks... As his Beemer appeared to have been parked on their driveway for most of the day, I suppose it's possible he wasn't well and had called in a Sickie.. That by late afternoon he was feeling more irritable than usual and simply couldn't resist displaying his frustration, knowing that at least he'd get a mention here for his efforts... *pats the sick Bastard...
LATER at 5.15am
I took up the trash to find that several giant reels of fibre cabling have now been moved from the depot higher up the Crescent down to the stopstreet on Jan Smuts, and that vital access hole in the pavement..
Have any of the contractors that scuttle by in their larnie unmarked 4X4's read Karl Muller's words? Have they figured out what they're doing to us here? I gather that Dwight's great-granddaughter claims she was able to break free of the brain-washing techniques employed by the aliens?
Could we then safely assume that Sutcliffe and the Druglord between them had a great deal more success in brain-washing Allen Spence?
The Project is now a runaway train, and there's no stopping it.. There's gold in them thar hills, and the rush is on to see who can thieve the most valuable information via the powerlines...
Despite some pretty damning evidence given at the resumption of young Rajiv Narandas' murder trial on Monday (see Daily News, Front Page, Tues. 29th Nov.) his Lawyer/Attorney doesn't appear to be fazed in the least, and I'm going to guess there's already a plan in place to get the lad off on a technicality, a la Anand Nepaul's favourite modus operandi...*belches...
Although Karl Muller's best efforts can't hope to make so much as a dent in this appalling abuse of human rights that is the Project, you can be grateful that you are among the few privileged to read of the devastating consequences this will have on the population, and are therefore unable to plead ignorance of the facts..
What you do with this knowledge is your business, but if you don't fancy becoming a sheep, simply waiting in line at the abbattoir, again, I suggest you show the Educator your support... I must go...
LATER at 9.20am
On Monday night at 9.23pm the AirWing chopper arrived to circle the Barnard Road Mast and the Overheads a total of nine times, before it headed off into the dark...
Is Phase 2 of the Project set to cause us further physical misery, or will it be restricted to more powercuts, damaged appliances and contaminated water?
I'm told that Missus B.Snr. has gone off down to hospital this morning to see if anything can be done for her now wildly fluctuating blood-sugar levels, her weight loss, and her burning feet..
Did it have to be pointed out to the Cracker that flooding our three homes repeatedly with the same devastating frequencies was more than proof enough of his criminal activities, or did he actually figure it out for himself?
My ongoing reports of the almost identical symptoms endured by three women in separate homes, and of different ages, has at last had this sadistic Sicko employing a different method of attack..
I've not had the opportunity to chat to Sue the Book lately, but I've an idea that her recent suffering probably won't include her feet.. Instead, the cowardly Dick will at last be employing different frequencies in each of our homes in an effort to throw you off the scent... *yawns...
Did anyone actually call Barnabas in response to my whines on Balliram's foul behaviour? *curious... Or did you discuss it amongst yourselves and decide not to rock the boat? That our problems over this side were not your problems, and were therefore to be ignored? Had you the stomach to phone your grand 'friend' he would have had his smooth replies down pat, and I guess that despite the overwhelming evidence I give you, you would happily choose to buy the crud fed to you by the Druglord, rather than incur his displeasure...
Who do you think is behind the tidal wave of drugs that continue to flood into the country? The Nigerians? And behind them? You'd not thought beyond the usual handy scapegoats? *grinds teeth...
Ethekwini and it's suburbs are now so saturated with the Wireless Surveillance technology there is hardly any information Mistuh Barnabas can't obtain if he wants it badly enough...
Think about that for a while, why don't you, and you may just wake up and realise the double-game this Purveyor of Misery is playing with you and yours.. Or not..
Peace...
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Wednesday 30th November 2011 at 1.30pm
