A LETHAL WEAPON..
(begun Monday 7th November at 3.15am..)

*Edit:  Now Wednesday 9th Nov at 8.40am.  Our internet was neatly scrambled yesterday from about 10am onwards.   Our service provider tradepage was expecting my husband's call, and had been primed.  He asked what area we were in and once the GW said Sherwood, the tech said there were 'problems' in Sherwood last week, they came right over the weekend, and now there are problems again, and iBurst (read Balliram) haven't given him a reason for these problems...*winks...

Whatever happened to the Crown Pool Services HERE?  Tossed aside for the Elim Pool company? *always interested....
He smacked our telly screen to black when he arrived home earlier, and there are now some serious levels of the BackFire frequency when you pass the TV to go out the front door.. *eyeroll...
Another rough day over at the Wireless Station, trying to figure out what your colleagues are really thinking?  Hey halicon!   *waves....(My font here in blogger keeps changing to italics all by itself, except that that little tweak is halicon's signature heheh....)

I called my Michan Road friend's Missus this morning to see if he'd been released from the hospital.. Turns out the doc wanted him to stay till Thursday.  Ten days is set to take a huge bite out of their Medical Aid, hey Balliram?  Always rewarding to hit your targets financially, right?  And the pain I suspect you've put him through simply because he's a Good man?  That'll teach the bugger hey?  *snarls...  Funny how similar the dude's cellulitus symptoms sound, to both my infected elbow and later my wrist, and the doc tells him he could have another episode any time within the next 6 months.. His sisters also had it?  Zone girls?  *fascinated... What year did their problems appear?
You've diarised that on your To Do list Creep?  I bet you have... *vomits profusely...

Did I not wonder here frequently how the Michan Road residents were holding up against the battering they were taking?  How in the early days so many of the bigger dogs over that side would howl with misery when Balliram kicked the signal up? No. 32, practically right on the edge of the playing field, have a really powerful light installed over their back door HERE, for the benefit of the Wireless Project, and it wouldn't surprise me in the least to find that several of those family members are now well acquainted with the Christmas Beetle Chorus, if nothing else...

My friend's home is a little further along the road, but it appears that they didn't escape either... Missus A says that she was diagnosed with osteo-arthritis in 2007 (!) and has since had to have both her knees replaced, just like Sister Maureen up at the Convent a block higher and south east from Michan Road...  A trim little lady who I would have put as younger than me, and yet she was crippled within a few years of the Wireless technology's installation in the area...   (Bear in mind that Balliram has been fumbling with those circuits since at least 2005, when he hit a home run on B.Snr down at No. 4).

I prodded my friend's Missus a bit harder and asked whether she suffered from pins and needles at all, and bingo - she said her hand bothers her badly at night with pins and needles before it goes dead.. She smokes? Not a chance.  Obviously I'd have to say that my Controller, having cooked the cartilage off of her knees, is now working on her hands, and that before long, a scan will reveal that she's in the same boat as I am...
Stay-at-home housewives and pensioners will have been the hardest hit, though my friend himself still works, and gets to escape the area each day..
In the light of which, I'd say his infected leg, or 'cellulitus' as it's been diagnosed, must have been the result of some extremely concentrated attention paid to him overnight via his powerlines.. Just as the Sydenham Heights Rep. was targeted with such precision, and crippled in an astonishingly short period of time, hey Rezah?

Tuesday 8th Novembver at 4.20am

There are people I've met along the way who have fed me elaborate stories that bore very little resemblance to the truth.. In the hopes no doubt, that I'd share these fabrications with you here...*waves to the Reservist... When the Radio Frequency Fundi had cornered me at our CPF Meeting he'd told me he was over-qualified, and for that reason he'd been out of work for two years.. Whether truth or half-truth I wouldn't know... Was his over-qualification an oblique reference to the powder-keg he had in his possission, and how the heck did he come by it?  Was he 'let go' from Sentech, or did he walk out once he realised just what the information he'd acquired/been given, was worth?

As a 'victim' of his new-found knowledge, I guess it's okay for me to say he's a dangerous young man, but once again, maybe I'm giving him too much credit.. I've speculated before on whether he stumbled over the archived results of wireless frequencies tested on humans, or whether he was deliberately given them..
You can only begin to imagine what this find would be worth to the Criminals running the Wireless Surveillance project... A detailed and documented history of specific frequencies and the tried and tested results they have on humans?
You want to send a copy through to Karl Muller, Rezah?  After all, it's not going to change anything now, and I guess the Rocket Scientist is among the few in this country who would really be impressed by such a find.. It's pretty much a detailed manual showing precisely how to obtain different results through repeated use of specific frequencies, not so?

Though I'm not sure how long before or after I met this young man, it became so glaringly apparent that the mostly overnight assaults had upgraded to become precision attacks on certain chosen areas of our physiques, even to a retard, it was obvious...
Was the RF Specialist the sole owner of this valuable information, or was his find engineered by the Project Authors, and were several other Bright Sparks around the country destined to 'stumble' across these archived tests at the same time?  *winks...
I guess only the Educator himself will understand when I say that it's as if the Author's Army of Controllers had been equipped with catapaults up until the arrival of these documented records, and then everything changed dramatically.. It's as if they've now been handed a deadly rifle with the most powerful telescopic sight imaginable, and they simply can't miss their targets... *shrugs...

I hadn't been paying much attention to the Bengal Tiger's ailments up until last night, when his Missus had been quoted in the Press as expressing her surprise at the speed with which he'd gone down.. Straight away I perked up, for it's a given the chap has offended more than a few of his political counterparts and what better way to nail him than via his powerlines?
Would our Allen Spence be able to say whether Mr. Rajbansi's home is linked to the grid or not?
C'mon Al, whisper to us here whether you handed HIS circuit over to a criminal to operate, and if this were so, it's guaranteed you'd also know the name and address of the Controller employed to monitor Mr. Rajbansi's home...
You were going to give that information to the Good Team to investigate my allegations?  There IS no Good team, and right now you can't tell one from the other? Figures... *snorts....

Do you question why, if all that I tell you is true, I don't get terminally whacked for shooting off my mouth?  I'd have to hazard there've been several occasions when our Earl has been hard put to prevent his Monkey from administering the coup de gras...  But like I've said before, I'm still doing a grand job of frightening the bejaysus out of many of you wussies, and am in fact, keeping you nicely in line for Jannie's Superiors... Besides, any fool has only to look at me and see that despite my nauseating cheerfulness, I'm taking massive strain..
I'm well aware that when my own usefulness is deemed to have run out, it won't take much more than a nudge to push me over the edge into oblivion.. *yawns...
You've a replacement lined up for the Poor Sod next door?  You've found someone equally stupid, to distract him when I'm gone?  His euphoria at my demise would be short-lived, and I predict that unless you've another suitable target lined up for him in the wings, he'll go off the rails totally, and be useless as a Controller, or anything else for that matter....

Funny how I feel that you'd care less either way.. That Balliram is now an easily replacable cog in this giant wheel of corruption, and that though he's the Druglord's current Tool of Choice, there are by now more than a few with the skills and required callousness to replace him...*belches...
Speaking of whom... What a pleasure to hear Barnabas' name trotted out last night, openly, and with justifiable venom... *beams..
Seems like there are still many here in the Zone that weren't fooled for one minute by your make-over, Earl... It's amazing the speed at which events can change, and overnight I have to question whether my faith in the Struggle Activist and her professed intentions, is misplaced after all...
Small matters are coming to light that, when added to together, raise more than a few questions on her true committment... Will I be pushed into sharing them with you?  Much as the Crumb would dance a merry jig were I to voice my concerns here, will I wait a little longer before feeding that particular Troll...

LATER at 5.55am

There were fifteen of us at last night's CPF Meeting.. Fifteen loyal regulars who ensured a pleasant hour was spent, and I confess I'm more than happy with the smaller numbers... Captain Soobrathi had called me a couple of hours earlier, and alas, I'd burst out laughing even before the poor fellow had proffered his apologies.. Much as I like the guy, (and believe me, if he's on your side, you couldn't wish for a better cop), his lack of attendance at our meetings is now so predictable that his call just cracked me up... *grins...
Fark it, I've haemorraged again, and must go deal with Miss Monstrosity... Cheers..
Peace..

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Wednesday 9th November 2011 at 9.27am...