EAU DU JOUR....
(begun Thursday 24th November at 5.30am...)
Gunshots, or an exhaust back-firing? Against the fierce wind that's blowing out there, it's hard to tell, and could be either.. *shrugs...
Any chance the Rocket Scientist would concede that it certainly sounds as if we here in the Zone have, and are being subjected to inhumane levels of abuse via our power supplies? Will any of his more recent acquaintances remind him that I hold the title of Village Idiot for good reason, and therefore my words are worthless?
Did I tell you that the little Park just up the road opposite my ex-Treasurer's home at No. 33 has become a storage depot for a large amount of fibre optic cabling? That yesterday alone, the GW had driven by and reported seeing at least eight unmarked vehicles parked there, as the Occupants held what appeared to be deep discussions? Are the pale-faced drivers who increase their speed and hide their faces behind their cellphones as they pass me by on their way to this depot, experiencing pangs of shame or embarrassment? As if... *chokes..
I've little doubt they've been informed of my interest in their operations, and advised to steer well clear of me.. Do the PTB consider we've not been sufficiently exposed to the technology required for the Wireless/Fibre Over Powerlines Surveillance Project, and have now arrived to install Phase 2 of their Grand Plan? *nauseated...
The Cover-up, where several different companies will come on in and add their cables to the picture, further obscuring Telkom's role in all of this corrupt mess... ?
So what's it to be? We've endured our roads and verges being carved up repeatedly since 2004, rivers of often contaminated water flooding regularly down this little street, powercuts for as much as five days, appliances surged and spiked to death, polluted tap-water, irrepairable physical damage, and it's no wonder that mix of Contractors now avoid my eye and drive unmarked cars... *snorts...
There are more vehicles and people bustling about up in that little area of parkland now, than there were with all the previous dodgy goings-on, so I'd hazard whatever they're doing is a biggie?
The GW says they've dug another trench all the way down Jan Smuts Highway past Carol's ex-home, and I can't help but hope that's it. That they've no need to rip up our verges and driveways again, but we'll have to wait and see.. *sighs... It's a given that our so-called Festive Season will have us battling more load-shedding blackouts and waterline 'breaks' than ever before, hey Balliram? *gags..
Friday 25th November at 5.30am..
I've already told you that my little Bosch mower that was fixed to run as new for R250 had to be returned to Westville Mowers this week, as, on the first attempt to use it since it was 'repaired', the cylinder was jammed? *winks..
The GW duly took it back and was told that it had had the wrong drive belt put on at some stage, and that was the cause of the problem..*astonished.. As I've been the sole User for all these years, up until very recently when I let young Vincent share enjoying it's use, I don't really know what Westville Mowers are going on about, and I've certainly no recollection of it ever having it's drive belt replaced... It's always run without a problem, right up until that Friday recently when I stood on the front lawn while my Master savagely spiked the machine.. *yawns...
The GW dutifully went off to the Bosch Agents and ordered a new drive belt to be sent to Westville Mowers, and he was told this would take a few more weeks. Not a problem, as I've long since added the Bosch to my Sacrificed to the Project List, and written it off, along alas, with the previously excellent Westville Mower company... A whiff of Rot? It's the cologne du jour these days and you'd best get used to it.. *shrugs...
As posted last night in the DSTV Forum on mybroadband, the GW had called our nearest Multi-Choice Agent at the Workshop in town, to be told that he should take the decoder out to the Main office at Umhlanga to swop the SmartCard.
Considerably more than just nipping around the corner to your local Agents, but hey, it was a pleasant enough drive even in all the mist and drizzle... Persia couldn't have been kinder and had us sorted in about fifteen minutes.. I'm wagering it took even less than that for Balliram to hack his way back into the updated decoder overnight.. Techs arrested se VOET!!!
Those guys would've been enabling Channels for their mates at reduced rates, and that's the only reason that they were made an example of by the law....
I would suggest that Balliram's control of our TV and decoder is a legitimate (hah!) part of Project Area Controller's agendas across the country, and that the guys that got caught were simply greedy independents... *belches...
LATER at 6am..
As regards my dear Controller's attentions of late? The new frequency he's begun to employ was increased mightily for the day, and when I stand between the kettle and fridge jackpoints, my shoulder and arm now often acquire a deep unpleasant ache that runs right up my withered neck to my ear...
This delight was for some reason employed in the Polo yesterday, for most of the time I'd spent out with the GW.. I'd forgotten about it by last night, and was sitting in my corner around 8pm watching TV, when out of the blue it arrived and was increased to the point that I developed earache, and my ear itself grew so hot that I suspected Balliram was attempting to repeat the perforated eardrum trick he'd pulled on the young Ward 31 Councillor for the DA, well over a month ago... *blinks...
I can't remember if I spoke out loud to the Thug at that point, but it began to fade and disappeared completely shortly afterwards.... You curtseying coyly right now, o Master mine? You're really chuffed with your latest achievements? Do you describe them in minute detail to your little Missus? How you can make all the fillings in my fat mouth roar with offence at more than one point in my home? Is she impressed, or have I got it wrong again, and your physical attacks made on innocents are never a part of your casual conversations with your wife?
Does she continue to deny to herself that you're capable of such extreme behaviour, and tells herself that I'm lying? Shame... *sighs..
We were driving through Umhlanga yesterday when I'd asked the GW if he'd volunteer his services to Karl Muller as a taxi, should the Rocket Scientist ever make it down here to the Zone... Astonishingly, he'd replied without hesitation in the affirmative, and he'd mumbled to the effect that the guy is honest and knows what he's talking about.. High praise indeed from a Disbeliever... *chokes..
It was only recently that he finally accepted that fibre could and is being run through the waterlines, though he steadfastly refuses to believe that Balliram squats in our home...
The idea that such an offensive Lout has the means to control the power circuits and to eavesdrop on private conversations in any address of his choosing, is simply beyond my old man's comprehension, and though it frustrates me at times beyond measure, it's not really a bad thing.. Whereas I had the ability to turn being in the spotlight 24/7 into an art form, my SO would surely crack under the stress of such a life-style, were the scales to miraculously fall from his eyes....
OTOH, I've managed to persuade him to read more than a few of the Educator's posts on mybb, though not all, and he's clearly been impressed by what he's read... Sometimes I have to wonder whether the GW is a closet snob FFS... *eyeroll....
There's absolutely no point in suggesting that Karl Muller test the Barnard Road Mast emissions as Prof. Els tried that route unsuccessfully.. The only way now to slow this killing machine down, would be to literally do a door-to-door across the Zone and I'm confident the results would prove my claims irrefutably...
Our Earl can pick up his phone and 'request' that certain of his subjects refuse to give such a Survey-Taker the time of day, but alas, in his wild rampages through the Zone circuits, Balliram will have damaged the health of more Community members than the Druglord could ever threaten.. Ooops?
Will the passing of the Protection of Information Bill have my blog shut down and myself locked away indefinitely in some dark and dank cell? As if.. *chokes...
As a non-partisan Simpleton of the first order, I figure I'll be allowed to whitter on futilely until Doomsday.. (Which at the speed the Project is being installed, may not be that far ahead in the future..)
Once again our Julie-May Ellingson crows of the Blue Drop quality of Ethekwini's tap water, and that the COP17 delegates will be denied bottled water, in her attempts to make a point..
Zain? You want to keep tabs on that angle while the visitors are here, and report on all and any cases of the Splatters? *winks...
The sun has broken through the clouds for a bit and I'm off to hang the laundry out.. Cheers...
Peace..
PS. Later at 9.32am: Balliram appeared to arrive back home some fifteen minutes ago, to 'manage' this update? You gottit! The levels of BackFire here at the PC have soared as a result... *eyeroll....
Friday 25th November 2011 at 10.21am.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
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..
---oOo---
Thursday 24th November 2011 at 5.50pm.
(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..
---oOo---
Thursday 24th November 2011 at 5.50pm.
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