HANDS, KNEES AND BUMPS A DAISY...
(begun Wednesday 23rd November at 4.55pm..)
You wanna chat, Earl? Not a good time for you? Got a call coming in from Colombia? Venezuela? Big shipment due in any day soon, and you have to keep your boys on their toes? Fark that, mannetjie! I'm old and could drop like a stone at any minute, so quit what you're doing and lemme bend your ear for a bit...
Yeah, I know you dropped the Peerage title years ago, when you first began the Dr. Jekyll make-over stunt, but it's so bloody right for you, I just can't seem to lose the habit...
You're not a bad fellow, really? After all, you spent a couple of million of the SBV loot on re-housing your own mum, and a good many other members of your family, so you can't be all bad? Hell, you even saw to it that the Patel boy was supplied regularly with plenty of recreational drugs.. If he was kept happy, Jocintha was happy, so why not? By the sounds that floated up here, he threw some great parties down at No. 2, and I can remember how several of the neighbours used to call the cops out in the early morning in desperation, and they'd arrive down there and stay for an hour or two before leaving, and the party would carry on.. *grins...
Once you'd sat in on the Meetings with Telkom and your homies the ShaikBoyz, and signed the deal, you must have felt like the King of the World! How bloody often have I said you bought Ownership of the Zone with those missing SBV millions? And so you did, but now I'm thinking that once you'd shown Telkom the wad of cash, that was it.. You didn't actually have to give it to anyone, after all? I've waffled on at how you spent so much of it on buying properties dotted about the Zone, and how you put family or carefully chosen friends in as tenants...*waves to Heslop.... What I totally missed was the fact that you had to show Telkom that you had the financial means to buy enough properties in enough streets to get the Project rolling, and that would've chomped a serious amount of that missing what? R70million? Hush now.. Don't give me the R30 mil + crud, as it was nearer double that amount as you well know...
For about four years after that, all you had to do was keep buying up properties and begin spreading the evangelical whispers of the Project that was set to save the country from ruin... You'd already diversified control of your Drug Empire, and had trusted Lieutenants running that side of the business for you..*yawns...
The irony of it all doesn't escape me.. That over the past decade you will have spent literally hundreds of hours on the phone, schmoozing suckers throughout your community into hopping on board the Project.. You used your landline for the majority of calls you made? A cordless phone? Various cellphones, to throw interested parties off the scent? Whatever... Clearly you're a blessed ThickSkin and got away with it.. *shrugs..
So there you were, setting up suitable mini-mini base stations in appropriate residences you'd purchased in Asherville, Clare Estate, Reservoir Hills, Sydenham and of course the kick-off area for the Scheme here in Sherwood... Care to tell me the real reason why Carol relocated from 734 Jan Smuts Highway? Come on boy, spit it out.. Pins and needles in her hands at night? Knives to the wrist, Broken Hands, despite she was off-limits to Balliram's invasions? Young Baron started having problems with his knees?
And then your communications officer suddenly moved right on out of the Zone.. Where's young Alex these days, Earl?
Running the Project over in Malvern or Queensburgh? A good lad he was, with a lovely little family, and I sincerely hope they can all stay one jump ahead of the physical fall-out you've helped subject us all to....
I see in today's Rising Sun Page 3, Train on Fire, that an Area Controller over in Briardene got over-excited and cocked up massively... 38 people injured? Did the Lord High Poobah of Everything that Snaps, Crackles and Pops attend the scene? Or did Mr. Spence stay well in the background as he tried to find out just what went wrong? When I read 'electrical malfunction within the power cables that run above the train' and 'there was an explosion with massive flames running out' there's simply no guesswork involved.. It's a Project related disaster and there are no ifs or buts about it..
That's the area where the Principal works, not so? One of the earliest community members you went after, right, Mistuh Barnabas? Only recently I read that his school was given a whole bunch of brand new computers as a gift.. Lucky man... Did they ask for your help regarding Dawood's Roseann cc. developing their three monstrous blocks almost in their back yard, behind Hugo Road? Ag come, you can tell me? Man, I can almost hear you saying your hands are tied, and that there's bugger-all you can do to stop it..*grins...
There's always been a pattern to the nasty games played by you and your underlings, and that development was most definitely your idea of a little joke... *spews... Tell the Principal it's the Muslim faction and that they're so heavily invested in the Project that he can't deny them the promises made them by our Head of Intelligence himself?
I'll bet when you trotted out that bullshit was about when the Muso finally saw the writing on the wall?
It's now 6.10pm, and the Controller tentatively activates his thready-sounding wireless device outside my window, and I spit in greeting ..Next comes the chirrup of his remote as he tightens up the connection to ours... *belches...
What I really wanted to tell you has fallen by the wayside with all my waffling, but I'll try and pick up the threads in the morning...
Thursday 24th November at 3.25am
My Christmas Beetle chorus had just changed key dramatically, letting me know that Itself is in my house, as Millie confirms it irritably....
How many years did I spend writing of the Burning Hands frequency and how it causes at least three of us here such misery? When Penny lived in the room under the Scrabble Player's garage she suffered the same problems, until she left and became a day-tripper to ours instead...
It's been my experience that to access homes via the power supplies and to enhance private conversations sufficiently for monitoring purposes, there are only two main frequencies that get the job done efficiently...
One of them at least, is probably the standard one used for phonecalls etc. and has always been around, but not on the hugely increased levels that need to be pumped into a home to access the audio chats within... That would be the same frequency that most offends Millie the Gross...The now well-known Back
Fire special...Oddly enough, not every call I make or take wakes her up, and I can only guess that it's the calls that Balliram is particularly interested in, that have her roaring with rage...
The other most used frequency is what I call the Burning Hands or Broken Hands special, that involves pins and needles at first, then numbness, and then escalates to the sensation that your hands are about to spontaneously combust.. What I'd like to know is this.. For all the time that I incoherently attempted to describe the torture we were enduring, did Mistuh van Zyl ever make any enquiries about this charming frequency in particular, and whether it was causing us lasting damage?
I imagine you've figured out by now that it's cartilage-cooking abilities aren't restricted to the hands alone, and that young chaps experiencing knee problems are going through the same process... Not only males either, as I suspect that little Missus Michan Road and Sister Maureen were forced to have their knees replaced as a direct result of over-exposure to this cartilage destroying delight.. Balliram even broadened his attacks to include our feet at one stage, and I'd confirmed this with both the unfortunate Missus B.Snr and Sue the Book, and blogged it at the time..
All of this took place prior to the Tutor arriving from Johannesburg with his stash of archived frequency test results in order to coach a select few in the art of precision attacks via the power circuits... Even as I scribble here now at 4am, a sharp and unpleasant pain jabs me behind the eye nearest der Bunker and leaves as quickly as it came.. *gags...
My point is this - It should now be a simple matter to establish which homes here in the Zone are being/have been subjected to surreptitious visits by Colin P. Balliram and Nayager... The community members who experience pins and needles in their hands or feet that eventually escalate to the other horrors I've described, are the ones that for whatever reasons, have had way more than a passing visit by these two criminals...
Do your own research why don't you? *looks at the Struggle Activist... Next time you bump into an acquaintance from Grindrod, Raftery, Mayflower, Mayfield, Barns, or anywhere in the Zone, ask after their health and in particular whether they suffer from pins and needles in their extremities, and I guarantee you'll be appalled by the number of innocent people that are well on their way to being permanently crippled by having their cartilage cooked off...
The GW told me this week that there was a Death Notice in the Press for a lady at no. 12 Garbutt Road.. Not a name that I recognised, and for all I know she was way past her sell-by date and would've expired of natural causes... *peers at Balliram's brother-in-law from No. 6 Garbutt Road..
Any idea about how or why the woman croaked? Anything running off your property that could have hastened her departure from this mortal coil? *interested... What havoc and destruction the Druglord wreaks upon the community with his ongoing banned substance operations, pales by comparison to the damage he now inflicts on his own people via their powerlines..
Our Earl will attempt to defend himself by whining that he had no idea the technology could do that much physical damage, and I believe that in the very beginning, this was true... As it stands now, Barnabas knows better than most of the killing properties this technology is capable of, and he uses it to his full advantage.. Lynch mob, anyone?
Peace..
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Thursday 24th November 2011 at 5.50pm.
