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. 

PILL-POPPING..
(begun Thursday 8th December at 7.30pm)

*The sudden cessation of pain had me wondering if our Master had had a change of heart.  To prove my point I've just hot-footed up our 52 stairs to the top, with nothing much more than a dull ache in my hip. Alas, it's no change of heart, but the wekkers he has next door, busy with the electrics.. *falls over.. A gentleman of Balliram's own age or more, up the ladder afixing a brand new little electrical device to the wall outside the kid's room.  So - the power is off completely until they've finished working, when I can guarantee I will once again be crippled.. It's now 10.22am and Balliram struggles to connect to ours as the landline rings and the Radio Station tea-lady asks cheerfully whether she has reached Capital Air*

For a while I considered that Voltaren could be my friend.. I've never cared much for medication as I think it screws with your innards, so the good thing is, that when I'm reduced to pill-popping it generally works.. And so it was - My nailed hip is down to a dull ache for the time being at least, and I'm fairly chilled.. Although sadly, the judicious and repeated use of the relevant frequency upon the primed area, means that there is no really effective pain reliever available...

Can I guess? Can I?  The droogs still beavering away on Balliram's aircon unit after I got home?  Some sort of work-around designed to negate the loss of the TV Satellite dish when I unplug it?  There's not many of you that are so unlucky as to have your Area Controller holed up mere yards from your home, and you should be aware that the Creep's own dish is also within spitting distance of where I sit here at the desk, and the back room where the GW sleeps...
Whether that makes a blind bit of difference to the severely upgraded assaults being made on the both of us, is unknown.. I'd say that's quite a hefty amount of 'stuff' just outside this window and boy, would I like the wireless boffins to take that aircon unit apart with a fine tooth comb....*winks...

You can pack in your scoffing while you're at it... The fact is that I'm thick, and not mentally deranged after all, as much as the Strategist has tried to paint me so...
Righto - A blow-by-blow account?
I'd been sat here just ten minutes before the first twinge has just over-ridden the Voltaren I took after 3pm..*blinks.. I've no doubt at all that there are well-documented cases of similar 'tests' run on humans since the eighties, but clearly Balliram feels the need to try them all out for himself...
*Chirrup goes his remote, as he enhances the connection to ours, and then he gets over-excited and sets his alarm off for a second.. New toys to try out Master?  New tricks to test, since your wekkers left?*

If I can muster up the energy, I'll have a look through my March blogs and see if I actually mentioned how, on the Wednesday night before the shit hit both the fan and my wrist the next day, I'd woken at some point with my hand on fire.. I'm damned sure it's there somewhere, and I remember the pain had stopped and I'd thought nothing more of it until I'd gotten into the Polo some hours later and the agony had kicked in immediately... (BTW, I believe the term booster fits better than enhancer, to cover whatever device has been surreptitiously added to the GW's Polo...
So there you have the irrefutable similarities between that attack and this latest one achieved today, when I'd staggered to the loo in the early hours aching all over, and yet had woken hours later without a twinge...
The groundwork for the major assault is laid the night before, as the prey sleeps?  Fosho it is... And in my case, it's been made that much easier to achieve with the satellite dish directly over my head....

The little Sydenham Heights Rep has had a change of heart and has returned to join the fight.. It turns out that she sports a TopTV dish just outside her window, and I called her yesterday to ask if she would pull the TV plug from the jackpoint and switch it off whenever she wasn't watching... Whether Balliram can see to it that she has a repeat bout of agonising osteo porrhosis (sp!) even without the cable plugged in, is debatable...
The same with my Michan Road friend, as I begged his wife to pull the TV cable out overnight, should his 'cellulitis' threaten to flare up again..
Will they listen and try it, or will they roll their eyes and say it's that crazy woman again? *shrugs...
The MastFighter had said to switch off at the mains, but of course that's not an option my disbelieving husband would ever entertain, and besides, I've proven it does nothing to stop the wireless frequencies flooding our home... Pulling the TV cable however, is doable, however sceptical he is...

It's now 8.05pm and a nasty flicker of BackFire arrives out of the blue.. el Monstro can't go for long without needing to be fed, and I'd not be surprised if I were in for a rougher night than usual...
Has our Controller crowed yet of his major success at No. 4?  That my good friends and fellow-guinea-pigs are going to put up a For Sale sign shortly?  I would happily give the Neighbourhood Pig full credit for that achievement, and no two ways about it...
My goodness, but Missus C must be simply bursting with pride... Still not found the time to read Karl Muller, Tamara?  Still believing the bullshit that you and the kids have nothing to fear?  Man, I hope you're right, as your husband has a history of prevarication easily as rewarding as that of Mr. van Zyl.... *shrugs..

It was after 5pm when I booted up for the second time yesterday afternoon, and as I switched on the desk lamp the bulb blew.. Over-enthusiasm perchance, Balliram?
I have to shudder at the fuss being made over the Secrecy Bill when you're all going to sit back and allow a law to be passed that bans ordinary light bulbs while promoting mercury containing CFL's..*blinks...
May I remind you that the only reason there may be a shortage of power is due to the huge amounts of energy required by the Wireless/Fibre Surveillance Project and the smart lights necessary to promote the signal...That the CFL's give off a low wireless frequency and are therefore extremely compatible to the monitoring technology is something you should take note of...

There's stuff happening out there, huge stuff, and we're the bloody piggy in the middle of it all....
Sure, I'm lucky to be around to see it, though I'd be eternally grateful if some of you could find the cojones to shoot Balliram down in flames before the two of us are totally crippled..I've earned my damned stripes and I'd rather not be sporting them from a wheelchair, if you don't mind...*snarls...
Jannie?  Don't waste your time... Revealing that gentleman's true colours and his role in all of this, has earned me his undying dislike, no matter what mask he chooses to wear.. He is a Strategist for Telkom, and as cold and calculating a bastard as you'll come across anywhere... *belches loudly...  Why do you think Balliram has been permitted to upgrade his torture with impunity?  On Barnabas' instructions alone? *chokes...

As a result of the hysterics on Monday night, I was in two minds whether to attend tonight's Sparks Estate CPF Meeting, though I was sent an invite.. By this morning I'd already decided against going, and it's finally occurred to me, slow as I am, that my deliberate crippling was calculated to prevent me from going to the Meeting this evening.. As simple as that, Balliram?  The concentrated battering I took in the early hours of the morning, that had culminated in the coup de gras once again being administered in the Polo, was designed to stop me from attending that gathering?  *fetches the bucket and uses it....

I discovered that what I consider an attempt was made to placate the staunch Marillier after Nayager had so blatantly arranged for the Good cop to be transferred to Mariannhill, though his return to police the Zone itself was carefully avoided... Was a similar upgrade offered to my friend Augustine Mngomezulu? Earl? No-one could accuse you of being racist, or that you had a hidden Agenda?  *rolls on the ground...

Friday 9th December at 3.55am

The cat has just slid under the drawn curtains to climb onto the windowsill... What was it that suddenly piqued her interest...?*curious...
As anticipated, I'd had an *coughs* eventful night. I'd taken myself to bed at 8.41pm and read for a bit.  My crippled hip, that had improved tremendously since I'd swallowed the Voltaren, began to protest within minutes of Balliram chirruping his remote..*winks..
At the risk of incurring your disbelief, it was almost as if our Area Controller wished to inflict the most damage he could, while the GW continued to watch the TV, and before the plug to the dish was pulled out at the end of the evening...
By 10.55pm I was forced to try another pain-killer and noted with fascination that the level of discomfort improved dramatically just by leaving the bedroom...
Even later, I'd discovered the GW had fallen asleep on the sofa, and I'd turned the telly off and unplugged the lead from the jackpoint and staggered back to bed...  I've no idea whether it was the pill or the unplugging that allowed me to fall asleep eventually, only to be woken by the dogs tearing down the passage to put off an imagined intruder....
I settled them back down and finally woke after 3.30am to come here and chat with you...
Right now I'm going to scuttle back aboard Cloud 9 and try and sneak a few more zz's.. Whether Balliram has managed to compensate for the loss of the satellite dish remains to be seen...

LATER at 4.30am...

I guess that last was a yes... I've had to abandon any hope of getting more shut-eye and have retreated from my bed back to the desk, where the discomfort is hardly noticable.. Magic...
Has anyone yet figured out the function/purpose of the lumo finish applied to so many areas that surround me?  HERE on Freddie the Accountant's upper story wall right next to where the cabling enters his house?
An astonishingly lucky picture taken purely because I found it odd that the house-painters had left that misshapen area unpainted for a while...
The lumo effect had only shown up after I'd had prints made...  THESE two little staggered squares on the Scrabble Player's garage wall had been treated in similar fashion, as was his bathroom wall directly outside our lounge...

Then you have the odd results pictured HERE of the faschia board on Balliram's roof, just outside the room where the GW sleeps , and you will realise that one way or another there's not a sound or movement on our property that our Controller isn't privy to, and that you should bear this in mind at all times.. *winks..
Peace..

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Friday 9th December 2011 at 11.12am.