BRAINWASHING...
(begun Tuesday 3rd January at 3.25am...)
*Gird thy loins, for there is fowlness abroad in the very air that you breathe ... And no, that's not a typo... The wind is up already here in the valley, and our home indoors and out is flooded with the Broken Hip frequency... Over-compensation as usual by our magnificently skilled Controller... How can I tell? Crossing between the usual places indoors ie. the television, next to my bed, and between the two jackpoints in the kitchen, exacerbates the pain mightily and instantly.... Staggering up the stairs one at a shuffling time, it increases as always in the same two areas. *shrugs... *
I've gotten fat and lazy. The lazy I can live with, but the fat may be the death of me yet, and there's no denying it... Trying to lug this extra poundage about while my joints are taking a whipping from Mistuh Cool next door, and his box of wireless frequency killers, is proving less than fun...
The last time I'd let myself blow up like the Michelin Man, I'd somehow managed to shed it, and had sworn I'd not let it happen again. More proof that I have a history of self-delusion.. Bummer...
I'd woken at about 3am, astonishingly free of any of Balliram's painful mischief, and had lain there in that little corner that so resembles a sweat-box these days, thinking about Eisntein's arrival in the neighbourhood in what ? 1998? How he'd have been told to just sit tight and wait, and to practise his Cracker skills until the arrival of the Metro Connect Surveillance technology... *yawns...
What year was it that Barnabas purchased No. 734 Jan Smuts Highway and installed his then Mistress Carol and her two kids up there?
A property that now AFAIK stands abandoned, but continues to run it's many outdoor lights 24/7...*winks...
Even back then there'd often be a Telkom Bakkie or Sydenham SAPS van parked outside No. 6 for hours, while our soon-to-be-Master rattled the nearby window panes with his sound system...
The Curry Mob would've been on the lookout for someone to man Dodge City after the removal of Koobair the Squat, and I'm betting Glen Nayager's name kept popping up, even back then... With hindsight, Koobair would've been set up by his own Team to take the rap for the sale of stolen cars from off of Sydenham SAPS grounds. Judged by Barnabas to be a technophobe, and too old to learn even the basic of computer skills, he was 'let go' without a fight... I was subsequently led to understand that he was given the job of overseeing the various druglords across the country, and if that was the case, he would've been amply compensated for the loss of his position and job in the Forces. *shrugs....
Barnabas got his daughter and her hubby out of No. 2 Harris Crescent well before our Allen arrived to begin work on the Freeway Bridge lights, and Kasim was suckered into buying the property.... Did Dilshaad's horrific back problems miraculously improve once they'd moved over to Sandringham Place some years later? I can only hope so.... To this day it's doubtful that Khaled figured out how they'd been targeted by Nayager and his minions deliberately, in order to soften them into accepting the Surveillance Technology...
Poisoned dogs, repeatedly stolen gate motors, and even a hijacking at their front gate, before it was decided Khaled was ripe for the plucking, and Balliram was tasked to begin his tutoring sessions....
Nayager swiftly became Kasim's new best friend, though once the audio-technology had been set up at No. 2 (those dinky little white Telkom boxes affixed to the phonelines in those days), I've no doubt whatsoever that the old man's opinions uttered aloud in his home were what led to the continued attempted property invasions and mischief they endured.... Think about it Khaled, why don't you? You and your family were set up from the getgo, and your little wife suffered physically as a result of this fantastical Project, and I can only hope that it's turned out to be worth it after all this time...
Missus Bernie up at No. 17 rang yesterday to say she needed a lift to her doctor... Her ankles have been bothering her for a week or more, and have swollen up and turned an ugly red colour... Here I'd been thinking that Balliram would've been employing a modicum of caution since I blog so often of how we down this end of the street share the same odd symptoms, and Mr. Gung-Ho has once again proven me wrong... He will of course have been eavesdropping on that call, and have heard my subsequent remarks made to the GW, and I've no doubt he'll have come up with some sort of alibi... *vomits...
Balliram has been flooding my Vice Chair's home just over in Abrey, with the same grim frequency, since my VC's help was enlisted to assist the wrongly arrested Mr. Maharaj of Clare Estate and the illegal entry and subsequent intimidation of an innocent community member at Aslam Heights by a Mayville based drug squad... Was Captain Lazarus in on the discussions when the decision was made to punish my VC severely via his powerlines, for taking a stand against these latest injustices committed by the cops? That's a given...*waves to the Crumb...
As a result, my VC has now joined our ranks in enduring the exquisite agonies created by the concentrated employment of the Burning Feet frequency.... Swollen ankles and excrutiating pain in the feet, much like Missus Bernie is enduring right now, hey Balliram? And if I were to knock on doors between here and Abrey? How many other innocents are you toying with in this cowardly fashion?
On the plus side, our young Mr. Isaac's 2-year stint of unemployment due to his being over-qualified as an RF engineer, will long be over, and he should by rights, be earning moolla hand over fist....
His knowledge of the wireless frequencies and the effect that specific wavelengths have on humans is priceless, and I shouldn't be surprised were he to have been granted a personal audience with both Schabir Shaik and Michael Barnabas in the flesh....*applauds loudly...
Were these two gentlemen anticipating Rezah's arrival, or did they scramble to meet him only once word of his prowess filtered through to them? Personally, I'd go with the former, as very little about the Project has been left to chance, not so, Janneman? I'd have to guess that 2011 had been circled on the projected plans as a suitable time to introduce this technological weaponry openly, and to demonstrate it's efficacy repeatedly, as a further deterrent to any would-be dissenters... *eyeroll...
It's working like a dream is it not, Mr. van Zyl? To see a man as honest and forthright as my Vice Chair laid low and suffering agonies for simply doing the job he was elected to do, will certainly give many pause for thought...
My previous CPF Chairman was, some time before the arrival of the Surveillance Technology, persuaded to resign his position by means of three hijacking incidents that took place at his front gates, higher up the Crescent... These goonda-style methods are still being employed across the country, but here in the Zone at least, a more direct means of persuasion may now be achieved via the powerlines...
And who better to carry out these dastardly attacks than our own resident cowardly Sadist, Collin P. Balliram? A fellow who's discovered he has acquired an insatiable taste for inflicting pain upon innocents, and whose exploits have earned him the title of the Druglord's No. 1 IT Monkey....*belches...
I'd been sitting in my corner of the lounge yesterday, watching the box, when at 5pm sharp I took a sudden knife to the ear.. *blinks.. Freddie? Did you obligingly activate something at that moment on Balliram's orders? Something in that little Wendy-house perhaps, that's aligned directly to where I sit? *fascinated... Whatever caused that swift and eye-watering pain is pretty darned potent, and it only has to cross the Scrabble-Player's small front yard to reach me... *impressed...
Chances are that it was Balliram himself who'd tapped that particular key, and not the Accountant up at No. 12, as the GW came in a short while later to say there was a Cape Town registered vehicle along with No. 6 Garbutt Road's car, parked outside at the Chickencoop....
Given his history, my Controller will have been showing off his skillz to his visitors, and I can attest to that, as by bedtime I was once again crippled...
Come now Mr. Fireman - Convince me why I shouldn't be anxious for you and your fellow Community members? Because BARNABAS says you have nothing to fear? *falls over choking.. As dangerous as it is to entertain doubts, I'm counting on you and others like you, to connect the dots, and accept that you've been conned...
Whether or not you choose to do something about it, will surely show the level of brainwashing that Barnabas has achieved across the Zone...
Peace..
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Tuesday 3rd January 2012 at 9.34am...
