DRASTIC MEASURES...
(begun Friday 17th February at 4.30am..)


Any change in our Area Controller's routine, however slight, is worthy of a mention... When I'd left after 8am yesterday to go to the shops, he'd been gone already...*blinks.. Most Thursdays the Beemer is still on their driveway, at least until the GW collects me at around 10am for our regular outing...
A special exercise planned for the morning, that needed Balliram to head over to the office earlier than usual, to set up? *nudge, nudge...

Was I surprised to see the three St. Augustine Technical Service employees posing decoratively with a ladder, as I limped my way from the Parking Lot to the surgery just before 11am? *chokes...
Back when I'd paid a flying visit to those rooms the week before last, I'd told his kind nurse quietly that I was justifiably paranoid since the fiasco of Millie ll's removal last March... She'd immediately volunteered to lock up the ampules of anaesthetic required for Millie lll's excision, out of reach of anyone seeking to cause more mischief...  True to her word, she'd done just that, and I'd watched as she'd fished out her keys and retrieved the little box from her cupboard yesterday morning..

Though I'd fussed loudly and continuously over the painful numbing jabs, he'd only needed to use three ampules before he set to work, and I felt nothing as he cut away Millie's ugly sister and put in eight stitches afterwards.. A miracle?  Or did the entire operation go as it should, simply because the anaesthetic had been locked away from mischievious hands?  The kind nurse's colleague had been in a vile mood yesterday, and far from her usual smiling self.. A coincidence, and she was just having a bad day, or was she in any way offended that the anaesthetic had been locked away out of reach?  *curious...   It certainly appears that both the Nurse and my GP, along with his partner, paid dearly for her consideration, and her already arthritic hands were giving her hell, while both doctors were limping badly.  Another coincidence, or had Balliram been flooding those rooms as soon as he'd realised his plans for me had been thwarted? *spews...
Balliram has a long and proven history of ensuring that somebody pays for it when he's crossed, and why not those two elderly medics and their nurse?

I'd gotten home after 2pm to find the TV screen had been smacked to black, leaving Penny without her entertainment.. Another indication of Mistuh Spiteful's displeasure and malice.. He sure is a feather in your cap, Earl...  Just as you'd found Glen Nayager to be your most efficient tool, before he became an unstable liability, and you had your own Pet IT Monkey flood his bolt-hole repeatedly with the same frequency now employed on the innocent Hospice Carer? Man, have you got it wrong...
The more free rein you allow this sadistic pervert, the more his behaviour reflects on you, as the Grand Vizier for the Zone, and the bigger the cracks appear in your disguise...
Your fine silk overlay is rapidly being shredded to reveal the rotten sow's ear beneath... *shrugs...

It's highly unlikely I'll be around to see either you or Balliram get what you both so richly deserve, but you should remember this:  You and your IT Monkey are as much pawns as the lowliest stooge employed by the telecoms giants, and without a doubt there will come a time when your advanced Omnipotence Disease causes your own downfall....
There's no escape feature been built into this horrific game, and any Player wishing to leave or rock the boat in any way, should know that they immediately fall into the Loose-end category, and we all know what happens next, do we not? *winks..
It's your Double-Game playing Agent with his two-faced lies that reflects on you so badly Mr. Barnabas, and hopefully you're too far gone to figure that out..

Saturday 18th February at 5am..

Did yesterday's cyanide spillage into the stream at Newcastle nudge us from 5th down to the 4th worst environmentally unfriendly country in the world?  After all that I've told you here, would you still feign shock if I suggested the unlikelihood that it was an accident?
Are Newcastle and Dundee wired already, or are Groesbeek's H20 fellas still ferreting about in the sewers and waterlines up there, stuffing fibre wherever they can, and running off billions of litres of water in the process?
Again I look at that little SAPS fixed wing plane and wonder who it carries to where?  A four-seater maybe?  That would just about do it for the DreamTeam of Spence, MacLeod and Cornelis, flying up to keep daily tabs on the progress....

Have our Heads of Water and Sanitation, and Electricity, already added consultancy fees to their over-inflated salaries? PE and Capetown are showing clear signs of the deliberate degradation necessary to pave Cornelis' way onto the scene, and heavens knows what Idiot they've left in charge up at Newcastle... Look at what happened to Durban Bay and at the sea front, and how drastically those areas were contaminated during the process, and you're forced to wonder at this latest calamity that's befallen those two inland towns and the surrounding areas.. If not by H20and Fibre City, then who?
The plants at the local copshop, tasked to work with the neighbourhood criminals to create as much mischief as possible, a la our own Rotten Apples up at Sydenham Station?  Were they told their efforts so far had been too tame, and that some drastic measures needed to be taken to terrify the community into welcoming the technology with open arms?

To say I'm disappointed is an understatement.. Instead of standing her ground and fighting against the carefully engineered mischief, the Struggle Activist appears to have fallen off the radar, leaving her understudy to man the ship.  Was this her choice entirely, or a route suggested by her Mentor?  There's been no effort made at all by the newly created Sector Policing Forum to work closely with ours, as was promised, and it would appear that Earl's plan to divide and conquer Sydenham has been as successful as I'd anticipated...
My Vice-Chair? Turns out that he spends more time offline than on these days, due to his dodgy Telkom adsl connection..*winks.. More mischief easily achieved by Barnbabas' No. 1 IT Monkey, fosho, and compounded by the fact that he continues to wake in the dead of night feeling ill, and his foot still bothers him.. 

The Project's scurvy Hero of the hour chose to hit my Nokia brick yesterday, for reasons unknown... I'd gone up top just after 2pm to see the GW off, and found a long-overdue stream of water running down the Crescent to the stop street.. The GW said later that it was coming from the widow's property at No. 20, and that there appeared to be construction wekkers busy up there...
I'd come back down to find the screen on my little brick saying SIM card not accepted, and it was all downhill after that, as the screen blanked out and restored repeatedly.. The GW took the SIM out last night and replaced it, but our Network Administrator was having none of it, and the problems continued...
The control that Nayager and Balliram had over the landlines and cellphones across the Zone (that the Cracker and his colleagues continue to have), had to have been sanctioned by the telecoms industry..
And therefore at this point I must ask if you're still as confident as ever that this huge and inhumane experiment is after all, for the good of the South African population?
That even google has stepped out of the shadows and is assisting where it can, with both the audio and the visual monitoring, should raise the hackles on your neck... No?  You've managed to adopt a philosophical attitude to the culling that's now begun?

See the Mercury, February 17th, Page 4 'Cable Theft causes costly power surges' to find that it's currently the Morningside area that has fallen prey to Mr. Spence's games, and the continuing efforts to invade that community's privacy... The so-called theft of cabling, if true, will have been carried out by one of the myriad contractors created by Sutcliffe, Spence, and their assorted cronies, in order to muddy the waters...
The devastation caused by the resulting surges is as nothing compared to the crippling physical effects that the technology will be having on many of the residents, and it's probably taking it's toll already...

Those whose systems can't stand up to the battering of EMR and wireless frequencies will fall by the wayside, and only the strong will survive, hey Janneman? *waves... Interesting to hear that you yourself were sufficiently anxious as to streamline your own shape for the fray, and that you've shelved your jolly Sir Frangelica persona in favour of a lean, mean, fighting machine? *chokes...
How ironic if you were to succumb to the fruits of your own labours, and some nasty little nodule buried deep within you were to suddenly sit up and say hi... Would it change your perspective at all?
Would it have you apologising to all those that you've hoodwinked over the years, and to those you've had physically assaulted in their own homes via their powerlines?  Probably not.

Mr. van Zyl won't have escaped the clutches of the Omnipotence Disease, and would without doubt go into denial, were he to find himself on the receiving end of the Wireless technology.. Strange to consider then, that the only genuine sympathy he would get if such an event occurred, would be from the very people whose lives he's destroyed... People who would be stupid enough to forgive him and welcome him among their crippled and dying numbers with open arms.. Wouldn't that be one for the history books?  *grins..

LATER

Even as I climbed back onto Cloud 9 at about 7.05am to catch a few minutes of shut-eye, did my poor obsessed Controller's wirelessed nunu begin it's predictable thready squeaking, before it was silenced.. Shame.. *chokes..
Peace julle..

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Saturday 18th February 2012 fat 9.53am..