STAYING ALIVE...
(begun Monday 9th January at 7.25am..)


Woop! Woop! goes our Controller's newest acquisition, as he enhances his connection to ours... What's his story?  Does he try to convince you that it's something to do with the old-fashioned cctv cameras that finally and ostentatiously adorn his Chickencoop, after all these years?  Within minutes the pain from the BackFire frequency begins to sparkle and increase, and my face suddenly feels it's ready to burst into flames.. The latter usually fades immediately, though I would guess that inside our home it remains far hotter than it should be at this hour of the day... Another single woop! sounds nearby. Just in case I missed the first two?
The re-introduction of this new remote tells me that they've finally devised what they consider to be a plausible reason for it's existence, though they sure took their time doing so.... *winks..

Whatever.. The almost immediate and remarkable effect this device has on me, along with the gruelling Broken Hip frequency, would seem to indicate that my days as an entertainer are numbered, if not over... The Special Operative has set aside his Ringmaster's gear and opted for his Pest Controller suit instead... *yawns...

Tuesday 10th January at 4.10am

In case you were wondering, (unlikely), Penny did eventually send me an sms to say she was staying on for an extra week with her family in the Transkei, and that she'd be back at work next Thursday.. Mystery solved...
Of rather more interest would be my Vice Chair's feedback on the results of his hospital stay...
He tells me that this latest specialist had studied the test results and diagnosed gout to be the cause of the suffering he endures, and that he was duly prescribed the relevant medication..
Medication that my VC insists does nothing whatsoever to alleviate the astonishing pain that continues to arrive after dark in his home...

He even went so far as to send all his test results to a qualified friend in Gauteng, for a second opinion, and the reply had come back to the effect that my VC should NOT be suffering from gout.  His life-style alone is light years from that of a gout sufferer...
As Karl Muller has pointed out, there are no medical practitioners qualified in microwave-related illness in this country, and therefore no-one to connect the dots and sound the alarm.  No doubt another excellent reason why South Africa was chosen to run this devastating technological experiment...*shrugs..

Does the realisation that so many of the local people I know are pro-Barnabas, mean I should automatically dislike them?  It ain't gonna happen, folks...
He's had eleven years to sit on the phone and hand out favours like candy, and his diligence has paid off bigtime..  Does he have his beady eye set on No. 4 Harris Crescent, and will he arrange for someone to buy it on his behalf?  *curious..
Were the people he's assisted financially to be made aware that much of the money he tosses about so generously is, if not from his banned-substance empire, the proceeds from the SBV Heist in Pinetown, would it change anything?
My guess would be that denial would kick in quite promptly, as we do tend to believe only what suits us, hey Earl?  *winks...

There've been some really big drug busts reported in the Press recently, and I'd be all to happy to rejoice, were it not for my innate cynicism that rears it's pesky head..
If I knew for a fact that someone with say, my VC's principles, were in complete and total charge of destroying these confiscated drugs, I would certainly feel that law enforcement was making some sort of headway..
As it is, it's more likely that the seized goods go up for tender to the likes of Agliotti and Barnabas, and eventually find their way onto the local market after all...

On a lesser scale, there's the matter of the orange re-cycling bags here in Ethekwini that ratepayers are told to fill with plastic and card... A noble scheme and one that I embraced happily, until one day I read that Kwa Zulu doesn't have the right machinery to correctly recycle these products...
So I have to ask, what is the point of my diligently separating these items from the trash each day, and who is making money off a scheme that appears doomed to fail?
Which leads me again to the matter of the mercury-containing CFL bulbs, and how many thousands are already lying on the official dumping sites spread across the country?
Why is the disposal of these little killers not being rigidly controlled?  By the time the results of all that mercury seeping into the water table becomes apparent, your Superiors are confident they will have the entire country linked to the Wireless Project, and the few howls of outrage will be quashed with ease, hey Janneman?
Manisha? Wayne?  As horticulturists, how can you condone this deliberate destruction that's looming on the horizon?  HowTF have you been persuaded to think it's okay?  For every day that passes, there are hundreds more of those bulbs being tossed into the trash, and if there's a plan to reverse the damage this will inevitably cause, I'd be delighted to hear it...

So ja - To those who would lable me a shit-stirrer, I guess I qualify, and always have done...
When the Parks wekkers blatantly tip gasoline onto the bush here in the valley and set alight to it, before hastily beating a retreat (often on a Friday afternoon), who is it that gets on the phone to snitch to the authorities?  The mischief-maker, natch... *curtseys... And no, it's not something you can simply overlook.. If there's a North-Easter blowing at the time, the smoke can obscure both Jan Smuts and the Freeway, and if the breeze is blowing from the South, the choking clouds head over into the densely populated Sydenham area, for the elderly and asthmatic to endure...  But you'd rather I didn't rock the boat on these occasions, right?
I should simply mind my own damned business and leave it to someone else to attend to?  *snarls...

There's usually one or two of us in every neighbourhood, is there not?  Inquisitive, gossiping old bags who firmly believe that a problem shared, is a problem halved... An attitude that goes against everything the Wireless Project stands for, and the lies and secrets it promotes... *yawns...
If ever there was a scheme designed to divide and control both the haves and the have-nots in this country, you need look no further than the Telecom's giant's Wireless Project...

LATER at 6.15am

Once again I question the apparent effort Balliram is now going to, to have you believe his vicious attacks are restricted to 'after hours'..  Dare I hope that several of our scurvy Controller's peers have expressed their repugnance at the level of attacks carried out on the hapless guinea-pigs since Christmas?
That although at the outset of these recent and seriously upgraded assaults, we were being hammered relentlessly 24/7, Collin P. Balliram would now have someone believe that our suffering is due to the unavoidable increase in wireless activity after dark?  More bullshit from a practised Liar...
Until you rid yourselves of the likes of this Psychopathic Scum and the carefully re-furbished Bastards they answer to, you'll forgive me for my inability to see any good in this scheme at all...

The Mast Fighter is gaining respect across the country for her efforts to assist communities in fighting the erection of masts in their neighbourhoods, and the attacks on her home via her power supply have been stepped up dramatically as a result...
She's fortunate to, (for the moment at least), have a bolt-hole.  A luxury not afforded to the financially embattled labrats down here in the Crescent...
Another factor that no doubt played a vital part in the choice of our homes to kick-start the Surveillance Project?  *belches... It might be an idea to contact the staunch Mast Fighter at her emrrfsa site and to urge her to begin blogging asap, for as much as you've regarded my reports as so much lunatic hyperbole, can you not fail to see that Ms. Dorny is my complete opposite, and that she is literally riddled with logic and commonsense..*grins..
Perhaps her version of the payback attacks on her home and family, engineered by Jannie van Zyl, will serve to finally jog you into wakefulness... Dumb as I remain, I'm still a firm believer in miracles...
Peace..

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Tuesday 10th January 2012 at 9.19am.