PALE RIDER...
(begun Wednesday 29th February at 3.35am..)


BackFire.  It arrived just as I sat down here at the desk, and I find that I can live with it... *shrugs..
Not long after I'd published Not Missing A Beat yesterday, I was treated to an entire bouquet of nasties that included my jaw, ears, and the back of my head, all caught up in a dull persistent ache.  Included this time was a pain in the area where my right ovary sits, with the BackFire thrown in for good measure... Wow! Something I said? *chokes..

When Flo had finally arrived, I'd taken her down to the bus stop on Berea Road and instead of heading straight back home via Sparks, I'd gone round and up to the San.  Was it there where I hung a right into Silverton from Vause, that my Controller leapt into his Beemer and flew over to his 'office' at theWireless Station, or did he reverse off his driveway the very minute I'd left home with Flo? *interested..
I hadn't needed to make an appointment to have Millie lll's stitches taken out, and had planned on getting it done today, but had changed my mind..
Course, by then the ruddy Parking Lot was full to bursting and I'd had to cruise round and round endlessly in the baking heat... Eventually I'd tucked myself back in the furthest corner and just waited, until a young woman appeared and climbed into her 4x4 right next to me.  Yay!  Alas, there was a young guy in a Golf right behind her, who also had his eye on her spot, and he wasn't going to capitulate without a fight... In the end I simply hung my fugly mug out of the window and called out that he was young and good-looking while I was old and ugly, at which point he had no argument left, and he smiled and nodded before driving off and leaving me the space... Honesty has it's uses after all... *grins..

Did Balliram make it to the Radio Station in time to activate Groenewald's enhancing devices in the aircon unit at my GP's rooms?  I like to assume that he did, and that he heard me tell the nurse that Pinetown was so heavily wired that I'm physically hit by it each time we drive in by Pineville Junction.. Did he hear her say that despite a petition, a CellC Mast was erected on the Mariannhill Road (?) near her home, and that four years ago her husband was diagnosed with a brain tumor?  That a creche that had been operating right next to the ground chosen for the mast had been forced to close after the parents had hastily removed their little ones from the area?  I'd asked her if their home in Pinetown was facing any of the mast panels head on, and she'd replied that all they could see was the red light on top of the tower...*blinks..

Four years ago would make it 2008 when that little alien in her old man's head chose to announce it's presence.. Any satellite dishes added to that mast around that time?  The GW says I already have pictures of that particular symbol of the telecoms industry, but I have so many now that I'll have to check it out first..  The scurvy Bastard will have had the nurse's home pulled up on his Monitor before she'd even tugged the last stitch out of my wrinkled thigh, and my question to you is this...
Are you absolutely 100% sure, that with his history of violent pettiness, the Creep won't arrange to have this good woman's home flooded with additional frequencies, to add to their misery?  Can I count on you to see this doesn't happen?

Hell, I've already told you of the agony she herself endures with her apparently arthritic hands, and that she intends having them operated on, sometime in the future, so she has enough on her plate without any extra attentions arranged for her by Balliram... I tried explaining to her that there was probably very little the matter with her hands that wasn't wireless-related, and that when she shops in say, Sanlam Centre, and suddenly suffers an acute bout of Knives to the Hands, she should know she is passing some sort of aerial or enhancer, even if she can't see it...
Something that Millie has confirmed time and again... *shrugs painfully...

Anyone notice that I un-friended the Wizard from mybb User Profile yesterday evening?  I felt nothing at the time, though I'm damned sure he was relieved...*grins.. May I guess that young halicon is another who's been given the awesome NIA clearance, and is thus also allowed near some 'sensitive' Networks? *chokes... Who among the hundreds of you that were chosen to be on the inside of this gigantic scam, was finally tasked to contact Karl Muller and fill him in?  Did you set up a meeting on some remote golf course and ostentatiously leave your cellphones in the trunk of your vehicle before trudging off to the 9th hole and launching into the Spiel...?  Whatever you may have told him appears to have given him more than just pause for thought, and it's a win/win situation for Jannie and his Superiors, fosho..
Millions will be persuaded that this evil is the only option, if the world is to be saved?  If I hadn't randomly changed the DSTV channel at that point yesterday afternoon, would I still have found myself back in the echo-chamber this morning?  Would I still see the hordes that Mr. van Zyl and his cronies have successfully conned into supporting the Pale Rider?

LATER at 5am.

The hadedas remained silent as I took the dog's food out onto the verandah to cool, and no sudden tapping of a key increased the radio waves sufficiently to startle the birds into wakefulness...
My Master's feeble attempts at caution come light-years too late..*snorts... His over-the-top assaults on our home yesterday alone, make a mockery of his assertion that our ailments are due to bad luck as opposed to his personal vendetta... I'd called Sue the Book at the Library yesterday afternoon, and she'd said that she continues to be plagued by Balliram's latest frequency of choice, and that the ghastly headache had kicked in in the early hours of yesterday morning and had refused to leave, even after she'd headed to work... Does Einstein get a bonus for that particularly savage nastiness?  *vomits freely...

See guys, unfortunately your NIA clearance leaves me as unimpressed as ever, no matter how you huddle together and remind yourselves you're on the Good Team... Tellus if you would... Right now, as you read this update, do you not feel a flicker of irritation that the unpleasant old fart declines to STFU and let you lot continue your efforts to save the world?
Are you not somewhat angry that I refuse to accept that the martyrdom of an entire suburb is necessary for the Cause?  Go look at the iBurst coverage page online, and tell me whether you have an inkling of the amount of suffering that's going on in those densely orange-coloured areas, since the dozens of satellite dishes mushroomed all over the microwave tower in Overport, and were added to masts dotted about the Zone?

The very minute that you accepted the idea that using a Druglord, the Curry Mob, and the Sydenham SAPS Rotten Apples to control the technology here, was the best means of speeding up the installation, you were doomed to be relegated in my book, to an easily manipulated flock of sheep... Do you ever wonder why no-one has attempted to sell the Project's premise to my Vice Chair?  (Though this omission may be rectified at any point and I'd be none the wiser)
Why is it that the Chosen here in the Zone have tippy-toed so cautiously around the Honourable man and have up till now avoided trying to persuade him of the Project's merits?  Instead, you have collectively sat back and watched him be assaulted severely via his powerlines, by one you happily regard as your PEER? *gags...

My whines bounce hollowly against the walls of this echo-chamber and in truth, I don't know why I bother...
You fancy hearing about some good people for a change?  Then check out Page 6 of the latest Witness, Saturday, February 25th, 'Click' as teeth Snap Shut' and be cheered by Chiwawu and his courage... Or go read Abdullah Saeed's letter on Page 13, A Matter of Human Interpretation' to be reminded that all is not yet lost, however depressing it may appear...

In between the eye-watering, nose-running variety of tortures that Balliram deliberately and with malice of forethought unleashes in our homes, there are still plenty of small pleasures to be found, and I make the most of them while I can.  However, nothing you can say will change my opinion at your lack of courage in having this sadistic Psychopath removed, along with his Mentor, Barnabas...
I guess I'm resigned to the fact that you're in too deep to back-pedal at this point, and therefore the Labrats across the Zone can forget about any rescue...

To close, if you'd like to see how my friends at the Sunday Times were conned by a couple of well-practised tricksters, go invest in the latest Noseweek, Issue 149, March 2012.  You can guarantee it's the only version worth reading on the Booysen fiasco, and it should give you some insight into the games being played here in KZN...*eyeroll..
Peace julle...

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Wednesday 29th February 2012 at 9.39am.