THE WHIPPING BOY..
(begun Friday 9th December at 6.30am..)

*It's pretty clear that my Area Controller doesn't know what he wants at this point... To keep his pet ape chattering away mindlessly, or finish her off, that is the question that plagues him....He's come pretty close to the latter since Thursday, and though he runs the Hip frequency at it's lowest level right now, the GW has switched on the telly and I doubt it'll take long before the pain goes back up through the roof... Cest la vie...*

Was that what you took those risks for, during the struggle years?  To ultimately end up aiding and abetting a known Druglord, on the off-chance that he would have you promoted to a position where you imagined you could make a difference for the better?
Did he first whisper to you right back in the nineties, as he diligently began to change his outward appearance to suit the role the Telecom's giants had given him to play?
Did he say how much he admired you, and that when he came to power he would enlist you to assist him?
Did you shrug off the promises and all but forget them, until he called you one day in the early 2000s to remind you?

Was it then that he fed you the tale of the Trojan Horse Surveillance Concept and how, since his Road to Damascus revelation, the authorities had seen fit to create him Overseer of the Project here in the Zone?  That he was to metaphorically sit at the right hand of our Head of Intelligence and direct the Operation here in the Zone, that included the installation of the Wireless/Fibre Over Powerlines technology?
Were you persuaded to swallow the package without question, right up until the time you heard there was a loose-lipped old crone across the way, who held very different views on Barnabas' agenda?
Though there were some glaring omissions in his Sales Pitch, the general outline would've been irresistible.. A premise that could just as well have been outlined to the Microwave Boffin's Missus, except for her husband's ties to Telkom...

It was the now retired Councillor Pepler who'd first sparked my interest in the Druglord's newly adopted disguise, and I'd blogged as much at the time... Any of you care to find out what happened to that one-time IFP Councillor, and see how savagely he was dealt with subsequently?
If Barnabas were to deny that Pepler's home was repeatedly flooded with the more brutal of the wireless frequencies, I would suggest you check the Misery-Purveyor's nose.... *spews...
I would aver that every joint in that unfortunate man's body was subjected to a beating over a period of time via his powerlines, and that his existing disability made him an easy target..

This achievement and many others like it, wouldn't have been included in the glowing outline put before the Struggle Activist... Nor would mention have been made of the fact that the population was to be 'softened' into accepting the Surveillance technology by the deliberate relaxation of laws, a subtle go-slow at specific Police Stations, and by flooding the market with banned substances....
Would she have accepted that the Islamic Community were to be given priority in all matters, due to their heavy investment in this wondrous Project?
That the ShaikBoyz had run their own highly successful pitch to the Muslim Leaders both here and abroad, with astonishing and very visible results?

So yes - I would say that the spiel given to the Struggle Activist short-changed her on levels that in the end may well have had her declining Earl's offer outright, had they been clearly presented to her..
The complete and utter disregard for the health of a community literally being battered by the hugely increased amounts of EMR and wireless frequencies so vital to enhance the access and monitoring of homes and businesses, was never mentioned at all...
At this point my money (such as it is), is on Jannie van Zyl and his Superiors avoiding the subject of health like the plague, and therefore keeping the Druglord himself totally in the dark on the matter of over-exposure related illnesses...
However, once it became clear to Barnabas just what exquisite results could be achieved, he hastened to bone up on the subject and use it to his own advantage... *did he not Balliram dear? Yawns..

LATER at 8.30am

The increased mischief unleashed on our home has without a doubt included our computer.. I switched to the new gmail format simply because I'm too thick to find an alternative, and going to Settings certainly didn't offer me the option of continuing to use the 'old' version..*belches..
Each time it finally lurches into the opening page, a banner exhorts me to change my password as thousands of email accounts are apparently hacked each day... *chokes..
If you haven't got yet that every key I tap on our PC is ruled by Balliram's iron-fisted bullying, then you're lagging too far behind to ever catch up...
Why would there be any point whatsoever in changing my password, when it would immediately become the property of my obsessed Network Administrator?  Pull the other one, why don't you....

And here's another interesting point.. That the current pain in my hip is directly proportional to the amount of the relevant wireless frequency that the Sadist floods into our home.. You follow?  That at any point he chooses, my hip can pretty much undergo a miraculous recovery from pain, despite that you know the cartilage is being systematically eroded...
BackFire?  It's been non-existent while Balliram employs his Dedicated to the Hip frequency, which you'll surely agree is pretty magical in itself?
Have I still not convinced the Struggle Activist that these attacks are in no way being restricted to our household, but are being carried out against some of the very Best of her fellow community members?
I've asked repeatedly how many of the more heavily involved Players can sleep comfortably at night, since they became aware of what's happening, and I continue to be met with a stony silence...

Saturday 10th December at 6.55am

By 3pm yesterday I figure the Sparkys were long gone, and we were right back up to speed.. I was both alight with BackFire and as lame as a one-legged duck..
By 7pm I could barely drag myself about without screaming, as the pain increased around the entire hip joint and into my groin... No BackFire at that point, as he was apparently concentrating fully on the hip...
I had to literally grovel to my sceptical husband at 9.45pm to switch off the TV and unplug it, as I couldn't even heave myself onto Cloud 9 by that stage... *eyeroll...

After he'd kindly done that, I managed with a great deal of muttered curses to get on the bed and actually fall asleep.. Up twice in the night to pee, amazingly, I managed without my stick...*startled... Though I'm still in a great deal of discomfort as Balliram floods our home with the Hip frequency, I've managed to do my chores and climb up the top, one step at a time, to unlock the gates for Vincent...It's a miracle!
The GW has just tottered out of bed and his usual routine is to go straight through to the lounge and turn on the TV. Something that will ensure the return of yesterday evening's excrutiating levels of pain? *shrugs...
It's not my intention to frighten you, but as far as I'm concerned, the events that began on Thursday in the early hours and which have culminated in my lowest point yet, prove conclusively that I was right, and the satellite dishes are very much a part of the Surveillance operation...

Ironic that I'm so devoted to our DSTV, and yet it's enabling the Sadist to carry out the very worst of his attacks.. Though we always switch the set off at bedtime, we've never bothered to pull the plug out of the jackpoint unless there's a storm brewing...
This will have to change if we're to survive, as I suspect that both the GameWrecker's bad shoulder and his calf are areas that have had more than a little overnight attention from the Druglord's Creature and like I said, the prescribed anti-inflammatories appear to be futile..
Once the major damage has been achieved while you sleep, it's a simple matter for Balliram to flood the house daily with the relevant frequency, and no amount of Voltaren is going to help...

LATER at 7.35am

It appears a last-ditch attempt is being made to change the Management up at Sydenham Station.. I was told that an Asherville resident was pulled over on Thursday ? by our boys in blue, and taken up to Dodge city for not wearing his safety-belt.. He was put in an office with another 'offender' who was roughed up while the Resident watched in fear...
From there he was placed in the tiny holding cell with a mixture of other members of the Community, and left for three hours as the cops said they needed to take photos...
No mention was made of any call to a lawyer, but it's possible the frightened fellow called the Head of the Asherville CPF who in turn would have called the Head of the Motherbody at Clare Estate...

While he was being kept in the holding cell, two of his fellow inmates were removed, one of whom returned shortly saying he'd been beaten, and he had the blood to show for it.. *eyeroll..
Who is responsible for this latest theatrical production?  Lazzie?  Naturally the onus will fall upon the Station Commander to carry the can for these rogue cop's behaviour, and the Rotten Apples will be waiting with bated breath in the hopes that our Station Head will toss in the towel and transfer out.. *winks...
Was it a complicated set-up, having to ensure that it was an Asherville Resident that was picked up, and that he contacted the Asherville CPF? *grins...  The Head of Clare Estate is a really nice chap, who has been persistently wooed by the Convicted Felon in a desperate attempt to regain both his job and his throne at Sydenham SAPS Station, and Mr. A. most certainly has the power to raise Cain over this repugnant display of bullying, and to see to it that the Commanding Officer is made culpable.. Neat... *nauseated...
(Edited on Sunday morning for once again muddling the two Sector Forums)
Peace.

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Saturday 10th December 2011 at 9.16am.