HAVING THE LAST WORD...
(begun Sunday 5th February at 3am..)

*Just how much junk is on our PC, that it now takes Kaspersky a whopping 3 hours and 20 minutes to complete a full scan? *winks...*

The Telecoms Agent didn't get where he is today by being careless, and yet there it was again, almost as if he simply couldn't help himself..*fascinated..  He's a Strategist FFS, and should know better than most when it's wiser to leave having the last word to someone else?
Actually being behind the controls of this wirelessed audio/visual marvel of monitoring technology comes with it's own fallout effects, and as I live and breathe, our Jannie van Zyl is himself showing all the signs one would associate with a common-or-garden Area Controller.... Or at the very least, someone who has spent considerable time eavesdropping on private conversations and manipulating power supplies...

I've tried on several previous occasions to describe the almost god-like arrogance and omnipotence that appears to affect those given the ability to now hop into homes via the powerlines, and to gate-crash the most private and intimate conversations taking place... These sick voyeurs then have the added option of torturing their unwitting targets by the use of the wireless frequencies...
Why I'd assumed that the Strategist was above involving himself directly in this perverted practise escapes me, but the sheer smug and barely-contained delight in his brief last word post on the Cooked Conifer thread yesterday, has cleared up that misconception as nothing else could... *beams...
It now appears that Jannie van Zyl has himself been tuning in to the private conversations held in Ms. Dorny's home, and doubtless thoroughly enjoying the sounds of their distress as the house is flooded with devastating transmissions...

I've mentioned before how the feeling of absolute power that assuredly comes with this magical ability, has led to careless mistakes being made.. In Glen Nayager's case, it turns out they were fatal errors...  Balliram has so far been fortunate in that he's had his own dedicated Pooper Scooper scuttling along behind him all these years, to hastily sweep away the evidence of his over-enthusiastic and sadistic arrogance...
Van Zyl's little comment more than shows that he too is suffering from the advanced effects of this inevitable disease, and therefore I must conclude that he's personally been involved in eavesdropping, and employing the horrific transmissions for his own sick self-gratification...
While it's a given that the porker Glen Agliotti hasn't the IT skills required to activate the invasive technology himself, you can guarantee he's spent more than a few hours huddled next to his own tame IT Monkey, listening avidly to stolen conversations, as he too shows clear signs of being riddled with the heady but risky disease of Omnipotence...

The knowledge that you hold the very lives of your unsuspecting targets in the palm of your hand must be quite something, hey Jannie?  I'd hazard you're supremely confident that Karl Muller will never figure out the source of radiation that hit Ms. Dorny's trees so hard, let alone consider that an ordinary-looking streetlight or residential boundary wall light could achieve such destruction?
That the Rocket Scientist would discount such a possibility as impossible to even conceive... A streetlight able to push out such levels of radiation as to cause so much visible damage? No way, Jose...

Back our cowardly and sadistic Area Controller into a corner and just show him your fist, and he'll be happy to tell you that what I say is the truth.. *shrugs...  That he himself destroyed a section of the huge wild fig that stands in the path of THIS light on his Bunker wall... At which point you have to bear in mind that unlike the pine trees, this species appears to stand up well to microwaves, and that to have achieved THIS destruction, the levels being emitted must have been off the chart...
Check out my sturdyYesterday, Today and Tomorrow shrub HERE, and how the side facing THIS wall light almost outside Balliram's kitchen, has stopped growing altogether.. A previously well-proportioned bush that for some reason suddenly died back only on the one side, and now appears unable to recover...

So ja - Karl Muller is barking up the wrong tree (!) by seeking to blame any nearby masts for causing the burned-out appearance of Ms. Dorny's trees, when the real culprit will be standing innocently on the road outside her home, or adorning the neighbour's walls opposite her driveway... *yawns...

While the levels of attacks on our home have yet to escalate to those that Jannie employs against the Mast Fighter, Balliram is not doing too badly himself... I'd put my bedside light out at 8.10pm last night and had fallen asleep almost immediately, thankfully without the usual grinding pain in the top of my leg that's kicked in within minutes of laying on Cloud 9, since that particular charmer was first enlisted last December...
I'd reared from an astonishingly vivid and complicated dream almost exactly one hour later, only to hear the regular steady whine of my Christmas Beetle chorus pulsating in long slow waves..*startled...
This was a first, and was that peculiar that I'd staggered out of bed and gone to chat to the GW who was still in the lounge.. As you'd expect, my 'tinnitis' settled back down straight away to it's single drone... When I'd gone back to bed a short while later I'd asked Balliram out loud whether that unusual phenomenon had anything at all to do with the light that appeared to be shorting on his front deck...

Naturally, he didn't reply, but I was allowed to go back to sleep until 2.30am, when I got up to pee and discovered I now had serious lower back issues... *blinks... A pain that had reduced to a dull ache as soon as I'd moved away from Cloud 9.  I figure I'm now rather like Pavlov's dog, and have come to regard any weirdness with my Controller's lighting system with somewhat nervous anticipation...You'll perhaps recall the events blogged last March and the strange 'whoomp' sound accompanied by a flash of light from the direction of Balliram's Bunker?
How it had continued at odd hours for a couple of weeks before my wrist had gained a mysterious infection and my hand and forearm had swollen up like a sausage?  How I'd tossed and turned on Cloud 9 night after night, hoping to die and escape the pain?  *grins...
Hell, you may have forgotten, but I certainly haven't...

When I'd taken the dogs out at bedtime for their pee last night it was to find one of Balliram's front deck lights flashing on and off intermittently.. I'm guessing it's the biggun above der Bunker's french doors that faces onto B.Snr's home directly?  I figure I could be forgiven for immediately wondering what physical toll this will take on any one of us nearby.. Along with his streetlight, my Area Controller's outdoor lighting is the single most important means he uses to invade the nearby homes, and therefore a genuinely faulty light would have his Sparky out there within the hour...
Unless of course the on/off flashing is being deliberately engineered with a purpose, in which case it will be left to short for weeks... Whether my sudden overnight lower back pain was due in any way to that flashing light, remains to be seen.. I wait with interest to see just how long it takes before the light is repaired, and just how much physical damage is caused in the interim... Will a contractor eventually have to climb the streetlight pole in order to fix the flashing light on my Controller's deck, as happened back in March HERE?

LATER at 4.45am

Though he'd activated his wirelessed 'nunus' yesterday evening and I'd remarked on it immediately to the GW, he'd subsequently kept them at a cautiously quiet level, although when I'd put my bedside light on just prior to going to bed, in his excitement he'd had the nearest 'nunu' reacting noisily.. *eyeroll..

Your thoughts on the Deadly Bug hits Beaches situation reported on the front page of yesterday's Independent on Saturday?  You notice how soon after Sutcliffe's departure that the shit has literally hit the fan?  A careful ruse employed to dissuade the majority from visiting the beachfront for some project-related reason, or a genuinely catastrophic situation caused by unskilled wekkers employed to push the cabling through the sewage and waterlines?  Just as was the case with the pollution of the Durban harbour and the loss of the Blue Flag status, under the crooked Town Clerk's Watch...

I'd limped along to Vetchie's with the kids the Sunday before last, and she and I had made up our minds that our next visit to the beach would include a swim... If the horrific tales in the newspaper are true, swimming down there is no longer an option for me, as Millie the Gross would happily embrace any foul bacteria that lurked in those waters...
The list of charges that can be laid directly at Sutcliffe's door will continue to grow long after his official departure... That particular Emissary of Satan has more than laid the groundwork for the misery and chaos to come, and in doing so, will have gained whatever admiration the telecom's giants are capable of... *spews...
Will he himself escape the physical backlash of his actions?  Sod's Law tells me that's a yes.  That he and his equally foul colleagues will prosper and thrive, while so many innocents go down under the wave of wireless transmissions..
Did Jannie not amuse himself mightily by coming right out with it on the Cooked Conifer thread?  Did he not say that only the strong will survive?  His overwhelming arrogance has already led to his credibility being called into question.. Dare I hope for a repeat performance?  Take care julle..
Peace..

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Sunday 5th February 2012 at 9.49am.