PRECAUTIONARY MEASURES...
(begun Monday 24th October at 3.45am..)
The Tard's lament? I just didn't think? It wouldn't have changed anything anyways... It goes like this -
The GameWrecker was busy in the kitchen Friday evening, when he called out that there'd been an insert on East Coast Radio to the effect that a Danish study had shown there was no link between tumors and cellphone use. I'd called back that that was the study deemed to be worthless, and promptly forgot about it.
Only now, three days later, do I wonder who it was that called the radio station or mailed them, and requested that it be added to the news bulletin. Any ideas Claire? And how many other stations ran that same bit of misleading rubbish on Friday? Control the media and you're halfway home, hey Jannie? *applauds...
OTOH, it's interesting to note that Telkom feels the need to go that route at all...
Are the whispers of unease beginning to ripple out and spread, to the extent that Damage Control took this step?
Were the Rocket Scientist to call the wireless stations and give them enough reasons to refute that Friday insert, would they comply? Hah! How many hundreds of other people heard that report and were relieved that they wouldn't be forced to have a screaming match with young Polly or Ned about their heavy usage, after all?
Vodacom wants kids from Grade 3 up to become familiar with ITC services? *shudders.... Did you see that? *looks at the Poisonous Rabbit.... You starting to get the picture here dewd? Are you at last beginning to see the truth behind this enormous culling exercise?
How are your dogs holding up these days? Do they have what appears to be severe earmites, but isn't? Any army-strength explosions in your neighbourhood, that have your animals peeing themselves with fear?
Don't kid yourself that it's not a carefully engineered part of the Project, for it most certainly is...
Residents weren't given any warning at all prior to that appalling demonstration down at North Beach on Saturday night.. You think I'm exaggerating? Fark - go check out google earth and the distance between our home and the area at the beachfront, and how my two animals huddled next to me as those explosions ripped through the air....
Further mischief caused to ensure you're all agreeable to change...*shrugs... Moving on....
What happened to the Rachel Finlayson Baths? Mikey? You going to give us the real reason behind reducing that once stunning and popular venue to little more than an ugly splash pool? *really curious... Man, did you seriously think I wouldn't notice? It simply doesn't make sense at all, unless there's a really good reason hidden behind that move...
I've blogged already of the serious levels of wireless that literally saturate the beachfront, and in particular, of THESE odd lights with the wires running up to the lamps... May I guess that those babies are seriously not good for one's health? Would the huge amounts of EMR flooding that area, have affected the swimming pool visibly? Can sea-water become as irradiated as fresh water? Another glitch, and something the Planners hadn't foreseen?
You want to hop up to the Lahee Park Public pool in Pinetown, and tell me that they didn't have similar problems up there? Problems that quickly led to steps being taken to deter the public from using that venue? Emptying the pool and leaving it for a year before refilling it, only to find constant problems with the quality of water? *teeth... Have I not already told you how shockingly Millie reacts, both on the beachfront and in Pinetown? A freak of nature I may be, but short of an oscilloscope, you couldn't ask for a more reliable indicator of the huge levels of crud flooding both those areas...
Were young Professor Els to get by his Watchers with his strange gadget, would it launch into noisy overdrive near to either of those two pools?
Of course by now he has his own Area Controller watching his every move up in Sleepy Hollow, and call-outs from concerned citizens will have the usual hasty steps taken to dumb down the levels for his visit, wherever the area may be...
Odds are that by now our rapidly shrinking ex-City Manager has heard of the pesky Rocket Scientist Karl Muller, and has familiarised himself with his posts...Judging from the continued toothy portraits in the Press, this hasn't led to any feelings of guilt whatsoever...
Au contraire - I'd hazard that the Crooked Town Clerk sees himself as much a soldier in the New Army as my own unfortunate cooked-in-the-head Controller does... *chokes..
Another, who for all his attempts to appear educated and civilised, is as savage as the rest of the criminals running the greatest show on earth...
How're you going with that forensic audit Mr. Haripersad? That carpet is starting to look really lumpy, and I'd suggest you look elsewhere to hide the mountain of evidence that grows, no matter how hard you sweep... I must go...
LATER at 5.50am
Looks like it's going to be another sterling day here in godsforsaken acre, at least until the wind kicks in... We're going green? You planted 100 indigenous (sp) trees out in the bundu and now you can sit back, happy that you've done your bit? *eyeroll..
Rather take a look at the reminder a young Smartmouth gave me on the 'Cellphone Radiation Killing you' thread that's been resurrected at mybroadband... Ja, it's those rinky-dink energy-savers rearing their deadly heads again...
Philips and their civic-minded collection boxes placed smarmily at your local Pick and Pay would've got them a nice bit of positive publicity, but I've yet to hear where those mercury-containing bulbs are taken once the boxes are full... A scientifically tested safe disposal unit built on the outskirts of each city, or in our case, down to the Springfield dump in the dead of night?
I guess in a decade or two, when all that mercury makes it's way into our rivers and dams, there'll be freaks far stranger looking then me, bobbing up all over the place...
I know! Let's create an official committee to study the situation, and pay them handsomely to jabber away endlessly about what this will ultimately do to the environment, when of course documentation has been around for yonks already...
That's prettty much what we do best is it not? Create committees and hire experts at enormous cost, to blether on about the obvious, while we sit back and do nothing concrete to save the day.. Your forte I believe, Mistuh Sutcliffe? *winks...
That Kenny Kunene is a right one hey? Did you see the chap making a complete tit of himself on Carte Blanche last night, kitted out to resemble his Idol Gadhafi (sp)? While I abhor the Dictator's barbaric demise, I can't see how it could have ended differently... Will the new Libyan government-in-waiting continue to provide the ShaikBoyz with lavish financial donations to assist with the installation of the Surveillance technology, or did those generous handouts die along with Brother Loonie? Like you'll ever get the answer to that one..*snorts...
I packed up after Carte Blanche last night, and began doing the small chores necessary before going to bed... The jolly sound of Balliram's karaoke system became apparent as soon as I left the lounge, and I grinned before I could stop myself... At least you can hear the tune behind the strangulated efforts of ? his boet-in-law, as opposed to the usual doef-doef of the taxi music he plays... *chokes...I couldn't resist, and muttered aloud deliberately as I went about my business, and sure enough, the noise faded immediately..*eyeroll... I visualised the Stoner flapping his hand frantically at the would-be Crooner, to dumb down the sound as he battled to catch the pearls of wisdom falling from my withered lips... *looks at the Teacher...
Is this really what you signed up for? Is this truly what you were prepared to compromise your integrity for? A ganja-smoking Sadist in charge of YOUR power supplies? My tolerance towards the occasional recreational spliff ends abruptly when it comes to the huge responsibilities held by Area Controllers..
Would you be reassured to know that the great Strategist himself, Jannie van Zyl, has no such reservations, and that in all likelihood, would encourage the use of dagga among his recruits?
Anything to keep them happy at the often grindingly boring job of a Monitor, hey Sir Frangelica?
So what if their chilled state leads to the occasional crippling of a mark, or an electrical fire? You'll talk them through any minor guilt they may feel, and they'll be back on the job within hours, probably with a bankie or two to ease their conscience...
Do us a favour, young man? You can drop the facade when it's just the two of us... I saw you as clear as day when the Mast Fighter queered your pitch, and it wasn't a pretty sight. To pretend you're not involved in the retaliatory assaults on her home via her powerlines would be utterly pointless, and only serves to further tarnish the image you've protected for so long...
Your Superiors aren't in a position to have either you or my Area Controller relocated to Outer Mongolia where you both belong, but I'm guessing your band of dedicated Fanbois is dwindling each day, as they tippytoe away into dark corners hoping you won't notice... *grins..
The PuppetMasters couldn't care less about your reputation, and will regard it as no more than a tiny hiccup as their behemoth inexorably covers the country.. As long as you fill your quota of recruits, you're safe, right Janneman?
Peace...
---oOo---
Monday 24th October 2011 at 8.14am.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
SPITTING DISTANCE...
(begun Saturday 22nd October at 1.15pm..)
I was out on the verandah reading the last few pages of my book, when he decided to have a bit of sport, and the pain hit me in my right ear.. That would be the one nearest der Bunker and the overheads.. Take your pick. *shrugs...I cursed him aloud and said I'd put him on report, which is precisely what I'm doing now...
Giving him credit for these outrageous assaults only encourages him? Did I actually hear you say that?! The Chop withdrew the earache immediately, but replaced it with a minute's BackFire, to make sure I didn't forget who's the Boss, before directing his attentions elsewhere..
Balliram has been pretty free with the Headache frequency this past week, and my Vice Chair also remarked on it, and said that his eyes appear to be affected when inside his home... Cranking it up a notch are we, Balliram? *snarls.. How I cringe when I recall how I used to grovel and say you looked good wearing a particular colour, when all along only Correctional Services Orange would ever do for a thug of your stature... *yawns...
While I'm at it, you want to tell the wife why you still persist in hanging out in the bathroom with a 66 year-old crone? You've stopped that perverted habit? Bullshit!
Nine damned days out of ten the BackFire frequency is flooded into that small room, simply waiting for me to go and bath, and as it's always around the same time each day, it's a doddle for you to join me.. *gags... You're simply sticking to your orders, as your brief says the guinea-pig is to be studied 24/7? Sure dude, like that'll make your poor unfortunate Missus feel any less humiliated.. I bet she sometimes wishes those halcyon IRC days of cruel sniggering were back, and that the Game hadn't progressed to become as hardcore as it is today..
Once her 'better half' discovered he had a real penchant for inflicting physical pain on innocents via their powerlines, it was all over bar the shouting, and she's pretty much lost her ability to influence him in any way.. While the move over to the Radio Station on Ridge may have taken the spotlight off her involvement, it's opened up a whole new world of fun, fun, fun, for the Sadist.... He always needed her to provide the pseudo-respectibility she gave him, in order to hide his true character, but that's no longer required, since he now has a bolt-hole where he can hang out and impress his like-minded chommies day and night, if need be...
I've not had the Teacher sitting in my gmail since I had the pleasure of meeting her over at Sparks Estate and natch, I wonder if she ever spares me a fleeting thought... She sure pops into my head often enough, as I try to fathom who it was that sold her on the hacking line, and why she bought it.. You've surely not forgotten how the Samaritan, Nadine Maharaj had admitted to hacking their neighbour's system on instructions, but how both she and her husband hadn't been happy about it..? The Teacher would surely have been an even harder nut to crack?
Who on earth would've been able to paint such a blatantly illegal operation as vital to the Cause? Someone she clearly trusted....*waves to the Struggle Activist... Stabbed in the back by those you trusted as well, springs to mind.. Used as a puppet by those with a far different Agenda than the one you were sold, would be next on my list... Melodramatic claptrap? Fingers crossed that's all it is....
You'll know soon enough if you offend the criminals running this Show, as your own power supplies will be accessed and mischief made in your home...*shrugs...
A flashy white Toyota 4X4 (so says the GW) pulled into the horseyard over under the gumtrees some twenty minutes ago, and THIS portly gentleman stepped out and swaggered ostentatiously over to the end of the freeway bluff, before heading back and looking directly at me HERE... A cop in civvies? Some sort of Manager, or Taxi Boss? His passenger appeared rather past her prime, but there's no accounting for some bloke's tastes, is there Balliram dear? *leers horribly...
I finally got through to Missus M up in Cowies Hill Park this morning, and we had a brief but interesting chat... It turns out that once the chap living in THIS mock-Tudor finished house in Sanderson road (within spitting distance of the Pinetown Boys High School) had familiarised himself with the literature on cell towers and the health risks they present, he'd attempted to back out of the contract he'd signed with MTN, but the bullying telecoms giant is having none of it, and has threatened a law suit should he renege on his signature, with the result that the fellow has been cowed into silence..
What a plonker hey? You can bet he and his family each have their own cellphones, and would be devastated if the signal were disrupted... Well, that's the official line, is it not? *winks...
No mention is made of the fact that dozens of additional masts are needed specifically for the wireless/fibre over powerlines surveillance project, and certainly not for an improved cellphone signal.. *snorts.. Lies, lies, and more lies, hey Jannie? *heads off for a cup of tea...
Sunday 23rd October at 4.45am..
I swear he can't help himself.. *sighs.... There I was, sitting here at the desk watching the wind blowing in the gumtrees and feeling pretty mellow, all things considered, when the Creature sidled in with the squeezebox to my ears, and the too-tight cap to my skull...
You've read Stephen King's Under The Dome? The parallels between that story and ours here in the Crescent are pretty amazing, and though the author tended to lose me at the end, it's a really good read...
LATER at 8.35am
How many of you are still encouraged to snort in disbelief when I insist on the physical mischief being done to us all the way from the Wireless Station? This, despite that from Overport down to Brickfield and then on to Randles, and a mere hop up to St. Theresa Road, you have all obligingly been tutored in the art of hacking into your neighbour's systems by a dysfunctional criminal and his cohorts, making it a simple matter for your own homes and privacy to be invaded.
The many thickos who chirp merrily that they have nothing to hide, may yet come to regret their crass ignorance, for who knows which way the wind will blow tomorrow? Offend someone with a rude remark made in jest, or find that someone feels your business is doing better than theirs, and odds are that both your home and business will be invaded via the powerlines, to your cost....
In a Community where religion plays such a huge role in everyday life, it's frankly astonishing that so many have with such ease, been beguiled into breaking the Law...
That lies are now overlooked sanctimoniously as a means to an end, though at the drop of a hat you will still quote from the Scriptures...
Your faith in fact, was the very thing that Barnabas used in his sales pitch to the Authors over a decade ago... Withold all subsidies and grants to religious and charitable institutions and they will be all too willing to assist the wireless/fibre surveillance scheme when the National Lotto finally comes knocking on their doors to save them from closure with 'upgrades'? That's exactly how it worked here in the Zone, hey Earl?
By now I'm betting you regard yourself as some sort of deity who was born to rule? Was it one of the Shaikboyz who finally pushed the vote in your favour, giving you total Ownership of the Zone? Did they recall how willing you'd been to supply their many functions with 'extras' for the guest's consumption, and the contacts you had at Sydenham SAPS and at Telkom Overport was the clincher? How many millions of the missing SBV loot did you have to fork over to get the deal signed and sealed?
Already a pro at engineering mischief in the suburbs, the thought of having the technology given into your filthy hands to control, must have had you salivating..*spews...
Any of you durbanites hear the twenty minutes of thunderous explosions set off last night in the name of Diwali? Hell, that'll show those dim-witted and whining tree-huggers who's the Boss, right? *teeth... Faffing about bloody animals FFS, hey Mikey? Where were you last night as they lit those explosives down at North Beach? Hiding in your walk-in safe, counting your trillions? Any arrests made, as a result of the blatant disregard for the laughable by-laws? Just kidding dude, as you surely know what side your bread is buttered and you wouldn't dare step out of line..
The Dark Man bought himself a column on Page 2 of today's Sunday Times Extra today... Destitute get burial help offer, and I have to say there's an air of desperation about him as he tosses both his 'wisdom' and millions about in a vain attempt to gain credibility... Sure, he had Rajiv's application to Appeal smacked out of court without breaking sweat, but here's hoping Att. Haneef has some real tricks up his sleeve in store for the next round of this enthralling vendetta... (BTW, our Roy looks dishevelled, sweaty, and worried, or is that his everyday appearance? *curious...)
When I get up and move a few feet away from where I'm sitting out in my corner of the garden, the BackFire disappears.. The minute I sit back down it's extreme..
At 9.33am my ears were squeezed with pressure and the frequency changed noticably.. No time off then, Balliram?
How B.Jnr. had chuckled at his own joke when he'd said there's a satellite monitoring my every move.. But I would hazard that dim-witted as I am, there IS a satellite involved in the monitoring, and that it might well be the same one that feeds the enchanting DSTV bouquet into our home, at such crippling cost... *winks...
LATER at 11.10am
There was a fair amount of fumbling with the remote next door, about ten minutes ago, and now the house alarm is off and running... Whether calculated to disrupt an otherwise quiet day or not, he manages with ease to fill the shoes of a Lout... *pats the poor bastard.... Wherever you are, I hope you have a good one.. Peace...
---oOo---
Sunday 23rd October 2011 at 12.56pm.
(begun Saturday 22nd October at 1.15pm..)
I was out on the verandah reading the last few pages of my book, when he decided to have a bit of sport, and the pain hit me in my right ear.. That would be the one nearest der Bunker and the overheads.. Take your pick. *shrugs...I cursed him aloud and said I'd put him on report, which is precisely what I'm doing now...
Giving him credit for these outrageous assaults only encourages him? Did I actually hear you say that?! The Chop withdrew the earache immediately, but replaced it with a minute's BackFire, to make sure I didn't forget who's the Boss, before directing his attentions elsewhere..
Balliram has been pretty free with the Headache frequency this past week, and my Vice Chair also remarked on it, and said that his eyes appear to be affected when inside his home... Cranking it up a notch are we, Balliram? *snarls.. How I cringe when I recall how I used to grovel and say you looked good wearing a particular colour, when all along only Correctional Services Orange would ever do for a thug of your stature... *yawns...
While I'm at it, you want to tell the wife why you still persist in hanging out in the bathroom with a 66 year-old crone? You've stopped that perverted habit? Bullshit!
Nine damned days out of ten the BackFire frequency is flooded into that small room, simply waiting for me to go and bath, and as it's always around the same time each day, it's a doddle for you to join me.. *gags... You're simply sticking to your orders, as your brief says the guinea-pig is to be studied 24/7? Sure dude, like that'll make your poor unfortunate Missus feel any less humiliated.. I bet she sometimes wishes those halcyon IRC days of cruel sniggering were back, and that the Game hadn't progressed to become as hardcore as it is today..
Once her 'better half' discovered he had a real penchant for inflicting physical pain on innocents via their powerlines, it was all over bar the shouting, and she's pretty much lost her ability to influence him in any way.. While the move over to the Radio Station on Ridge may have taken the spotlight off her involvement, it's opened up a whole new world of fun, fun, fun, for the Sadist.... He always needed her to provide the pseudo-respectibility she gave him, in order to hide his true character, but that's no longer required, since he now has a bolt-hole where he can hang out and impress his like-minded chommies day and night, if need be...
I've not had the Teacher sitting in my gmail since I had the pleasure of meeting her over at Sparks Estate and natch, I wonder if she ever spares me a fleeting thought... She sure pops into my head often enough, as I try to fathom who it was that sold her on the hacking line, and why she bought it.. You've surely not forgotten how the Samaritan, Nadine Maharaj had admitted to hacking their neighbour's system on instructions, but how both she and her husband hadn't been happy about it..? The Teacher would surely have been an even harder nut to crack?
Who on earth would've been able to paint such a blatantly illegal operation as vital to the Cause? Someone she clearly trusted....*waves to the Struggle Activist... Stabbed in the back by those you trusted as well, springs to mind.. Used as a puppet by those with a far different Agenda than the one you were sold, would be next on my list... Melodramatic claptrap? Fingers crossed that's all it is....
You'll know soon enough if you offend the criminals running this Show, as your own power supplies will be accessed and mischief made in your home...*shrugs...
A flashy white Toyota 4X4 (so says the GW) pulled into the horseyard over under the gumtrees some twenty minutes ago, and THIS portly gentleman stepped out and swaggered ostentatiously over to the end of the freeway bluff, before heading back and looking directly at me HERE... A cop in civvies? Some sort of Manager, or Taxi Boss? His passenger appeared rather past her prime, but there's no accounting for some bloke's tastes, is there Balliram dear? *leers horribly...
I finally got through to Missus M up in Cowies Hill Park this morning, and we had a brief but interesting chat... It turns out that once the chap living in THIS mock-Tudor finished house in Sanderson road (within spitting distance of the Pinetown Boys High School) had familiarised himself with the literature on cell towers and the health risks they present, he'd attempted to back out of the contract he'd signed with MTN, but the bullying telecoms giant is having none of it, and has threatened a law suit should he renege on his signature, with the result that the fellow has been cowed into silence..
What a plonker hey? You can bet he and his family each have their own cellphones, and would be devastated if the signal were disrupted... Well, that's the official line, is it not? *winks...
No mention is made of the fact that dozens of additional masts are needed specifically for the wireless/fibre over powerlines surveillance project, and certainly not for an improved cellphone signal.. *snorts.. Lies, lies, and more lies, hey Jannie? *heads off for a cup of tea...
Sunday 23rd October at 4.45am..
I swear he can't help himself.. *sighs.... There I was, sitting here at the desk watching the wind blowing in the gumtrees and feeling pretty mellow, all things considered, when the Creature sidled in with the squeezebox to my ears, and the too-tight cap to my skull...
You've read Stephen King's Under The Dome? The parallels between that story and ours here in the Crescent are pretty amazing, and though the author tended to lose me at the end, it's a really good read...
LATER at 8.35am
How many of you are still encouraged to snort in disbelief when I insist on the physical mischief being done to us all the way from the Wireless Station? This, despite that from Overport down to Brickfield and then on to Randles, and a mere hop up to St. Theresa Road, you have all obligingly been tutored in the art of hacking into your neighbour's systems by a dysfunctional criminal and his cohorts, making it a simple matter for your own homes and privacy to be invaded.
The many thickos who chirp merrily that they have nothing to hide, may yet come to regret their crass ignorance, for who knows which way the wind will blow tomorrow? Offend someone with a rude remark made in jest, or find that someone feels your business is doing better than theirs, and odds are that both your home and business will be invaded via the powerlines, to your cost....
In a Community where religion plays such a huge role in everyday life, it's frankly astonishing that so many have with such ease, been beguiled into breaking the Law...
That lies are now overlooked sanctimoniously as a means to an end, though at the drop of a hat you will still quote from the Scriptures...
Your faith in fact, was the very thing that Barnabas used in his sales pitch to the Authors over a decade ago... Withold all subsidies and grants to religious and charitable institutions and they will be all too willing to assist the wireless/fibre surveillance scheme when the National Lotto finally comes knocking on their doors to save them from closure with 'upgrades'? That's exactly how it worked here in the Zone, hey Earl?
By now I'm betting you regard yourself as some sort of deity who was born to rule? Was it one of the Shaikboyz who finally pushed the vote in your favour, giving you total Ownership of the Zone? Did they recall how willing you'd been to supply their many functions with 'extras' for the guest's consumption, and the contacts you had at Sydenham SAPS and at Telkom Overport was the clincher? How many millions of the missing SBV loot did you have to fork over to get the deal signed and sealed?
Already a pro at engineering mischief in the suburbs, the thought of having the technology given into your filthy hands to control, must have had you salivating..*spews...
Any of you durbanites hear the twenty minutes of thunderous explosions set off last night in the name of Diwali? Hell, that'll show those dim-witted and whining tree-huggers who's the Boss, right? *teeth... Faffing about bloody animals FFS, hey Mikey? Where were you last night as they lit those explosives down at North Beach? Hiding in your walk-in safe, counting your trillions? Any arrests made, as a result of the blatant disregard for the laughable by-laws? Just kidding dude, as you surely know what side your bread is buttered and you wouldn't dare step out of line..
The Dark Man bought himself a column on Page 2 of today's Sunday Times Extra today... Destitute get burial help offer, and I have to say there's an air of desperation about him as he tosses both his 'wisdom' and millions about in a vain attempt to gain credibility... Sure, he had Rajiv's application to Appeal smacked out of court without breaking sweat, but here's hoping Att. Haneef has some real tricks up his sleeve in store for the next round of this enthralling vendetta... (BTW, our Roy looks dishevelled, sweaty, and worried, or is that his everyday appearance? *curious...)
When I get up and move a few feet away from where I'm sitting out in my corner of the garden, the BackFire disappears.. The minute I sit back down it's extreme..
At 9.33am my ears were squeezed with pressure and the frequency changed noticably.. No time off then, Balliram?
How B.Jnr. had chuckled at his own joke when he'd said there's a satellite monitoring my every move.. But I would hazard that dim-witted as I am, there IS a satellite involved in the monitoring, and that it might well be the same one that feeds the enchanting DSTV bouquet into our home, at such crippling cost... *winks...
LATER at 11.10am
There was a fair amount of fumbling with the remote next door, about ten minutes ago, and now the house alarm is off and running... Whether calculated to disrupt an otherwise quiet day or not, he manages with ease to fill the shoes of a Lout... *pats the poor bastard.... Wherever you are, I hope you have a good one.. Peace...
---oOo---
Sunday 23rd October 2011 at 12.56pm.
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