MAN THE TRENCHES...
(begun Wednesday 21st December at 9am..)


I'd dropped Flo off at the Tollgate bus stop, and turned into Vause as usual, to head home via Sparks Road.  I hadn't gone far when I came across those staunch Muni Contractors, Howard's Electrical, diligently trimming the branches off of trees for LOS.
I'd pulled up on my verge a short while later and another Howard's truck went by up the Crescent. The same guys?  The sight of them in the area had me wondering who exactly was to be without power today, and for how long, as the load-shed quota has to be met...

Another of Allen Spence's brilliant ideas? Haul all the old Muni Sparkys out of retirement, and create them each their own little front company and you have their undying loyalty and a means of muddying the waters to the extent that Joe Soap can't tell your cable-thieves from your official repairmen... *applauds enthusiastically... Oh, don't mind me Al, I'm just a dumb-ass.....

Thursday 22nd December at 1.57am

The tap of a key to push the level of Broken Hip frequency up just enough to keep the old cow from her sleep? Subtlety's the trick here, and unaccustomed as Balliram is to it, for once he's forced to take advice and use it.. Not for a moment did I think I'd get away scott-free with my shrieks directed at the Merc. Pinetown Financial Manager.  Though I have to wonder at how she'd react were she to hear of the increased levels of pain being carefully pumped into our home.. Would she roll her eyes and say I'm talking rubbish, or would she shrug and say I ask for it?   Either way, not a pretty picture of one so gifted with grey matter.... *shrugs..

The GW got home last night to say there was a river running down the little by-road on Jan Smuts, from the sub-station just above Carol's now abandoned home, and down to the Harris Crescent stop street.  Are these engineered runoffs designed to replace the floods that regularly poured down the Crescent itself?  Have the lines been diverted so that this incredible but vital wastage will hopefully not come to my attention?  *teeth..
The GW dutifully called in a Fault, but it's guaranteed that water will continue to run for a specific number of hours before it's turned off.. You're still okay with this?  *looks at the good Fireman...
In spite of discovering the enormous risks to your family's health down there in Sparks Road?  Risks that were never mentioned up until Karl Muller began spilling the beans? Are you still so enraptured by Barnabas' Sales Pitch to the extent that you can condone this appalling corruption?
Any ideas why the second satellite dish attached to the cellmast between Raftery and Harris Crescents was subsequently removed? *interested... Did tales of severe reactions begin to filter back until it was deemed wiser to get rid of it?  If you missed where I'd remarked weeks ago on it's disappearance, you might like to make some enquiries, if you dare?

Though my source let me down on the matter of the unfortunate Mr. Maharaj being incarcerated in the Sydenham SAPS holding cells for three hours, and he'd insisted that Mr. M was an Asherville resident, I now see that according to the latest Weekly Gazette www.tabloidmedia.co.za Issue 608 December 21st, that he was from Clare Estate all along.  I guess these mistakes can happen...*shrugs..
I already told you that on the couple of rare visits we've made down to Sutcliffe's upgraded beach front area, how the wireless monitoring saturating the place had made several areas extremely unpleasant for me, and for Millie the Gross in particular..

The reason for this finally became apparent on Page 6 of the Weekly Gazette "Vodacom spends R6bn to improve cellphone network".*shudders... Bursting with obvious pride, Albert Breed tells how they've built a base-station inside the funnel of the Phantom ship at uShaka, and how they are using radio transmitters on light poles along the beachfront.. *vomits freely...Would a snap survey on the health of shop-keepers and their staff at uShaka reveal that Mr. Breeds pride is misplaced, and that placing a base station inside that shopping centre deserves jail time, rather than accolades?

I'd blogged of how ill I'd felt at the time, and how badly I'd been affected each time I passed by one of THESE odd-looking lightpoles, and I guess it shows I now function almost as well as one of Prof. Elf's measuring devices.... If pressed, I've no doubt Mr. Breed will insist that my extreme discomfort would've been due to Balliram's regular Thursday tracking exercise, and that the system was running on high as the Ridge Road Wireless Station monitors followed our meandering path using the GW's cellphone to keep us in sight..
That's about right, hey Albert?
You'd have us all believe that the EMR and wireless frequency levels are only cranked up like that if there's an exercise underway?  *chokes...
Care to try selling that bullshit to the unfortunate shop managers and their employees, who are forced to spend hours each day within mere feet of your little base station, and your gung-ho operative's activities? *spews...

Sure, it's a bonus to have my claims verified at last, but surely there are International guidelines and laws FFS, that make it a criminal offence to run a base station in a public-frequented and densely populated area? Hell, what am I saying... It was only a few months back that MTN announced their intentions to erect a mast and base station within spitting distance of two schools over at Westridge, and by now I figure that's a fait accompli... *gags..
Have I met Mr. Breed before?  Does he not look remarkably similar to the portrait I took of THIS gentleman sitting in his Telkom bakkie outside a business in Brickfield Road, some years ago?  A charming fellow who didn't appear to mind in the least when the old Crone approached him for a snap... *grins.
That was back in the early days when I was still struggling to make sense of it all, and the only thing I was certain of, was Telkom's involvement in the corruption taking place.... If indeed it was Albert Breed, he's certainly gone up in the world since I met him...
Managing Executive of Operations KZN is almost as larnie a title as Allen Spence's Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, and those two are probably on more than just nodding terms..

Right, it's now 3.15am, and I'm going to have a shot at resting my burning eyes for a bit, before it's time to rise and shine for the day.. The Casio reads 29.5C in my little corner of the bedroom, and judging by the sound of the grinding wirelessed nunu nearby, the Creep is as usual fully focused on the Object of his obsession... *chortles.. Cheers...

Back just ten minutes later and typically, Balliram doesn't know when to call it a day... Is he looking forward more than usual to joining us on today's excursion in the GW's wired Polo?  Am I destined to acquire a ferocious infection in my hip joint to equal or better the attack on my wrist made back in March?  An infection that will appear like magic during the hours spent in the GW's vehicle? *fascinated...
Should this occur, it would make it the third time my GP has been stumped by my symptoms, just as he was baffled by the deep ache in the GW's calf, last week...

Did Mr. Yamamoto and Mr. Petrov give any thought to my suggestion that they fund the building of a medical institution dedicated to radiation-related illnesses here in SA, or are they still choking at my cheek?  It's unlikely the idea would be taken seriously, as they have an entire country of expendible guinea-pigs to study, and none among them to speak out against this horror-show run by the telecom's giants..
Besides, testing on humans will have been running steadily since the eighties, and there will be little if anything that is not already thoroughly documented.. *waves to the RF Specialist...

Anyone on the Educator's own Team that whispers to him repeatedly that I am an over-imaginitive Flake who sucks her lurid tales from her own thumb?  That's something he's going to have to decide for himself as he battles to keep one step ahead of these uber-powerful criminals...
Alas, I lost the Mast Fighter somewhere along the way, though hopefully she and her family are surviving the attempts to silence her, as she continues to fight the advancing army of masts....
I stepped out onto the cool verandah at 4am only to be assailed by a wave of Wireless Song coming from the Recreation Centre at the Convent. Will they be forced to empty out that swimming pool regularly, or will it be decided that such cosmetic cover-ups are too costly, and not worth the effort?  It's quite remarkable how the pain and discomfort in my hip joint disappear when I leave Cloud 9. .. On second thoughts, it isn't surprising at all, is it Balliram? *winks..
Man the trenches dudes!  It's time to pick which Team you bat for, and stick to it.. Have you the cojones to do the right thing?

Peace...

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Thursday 22nd December 2011 at 3.56pm.