THE SCENIC ROUTE TO NIRVANA..
(begun Friday 10th February at 8am...)
I'd gone out the front last night and pushed my way through the shrubs to the wall, to find that it was the light on the far side of No. 25's sweatbox that has been allowed to continue shorting since Saturday 4th... *blinks... Ostensibly there to light the steps down from the deck to Thando's room, it continues to flash all night as it faces the Jan Smuts overheads... While it's laughable to suggest that this could affect that room's inmate, I'd be dead curious to know whether she's feeling any of the effects of the technology in general, or whether she remains a ThickSkin... With our Special Operative's preference for using the short-term employment plan, it's not likely we'll ever get the truth on that score... *yawns...
Could the BWired Project touted for release in 2013, be Joburg's answer to our Metro Connect system? Want to bet that's exactly what it is, and that Fourways and Craigavon, including the greater Gauteng area, are already wired to the maximum? While I feel really sad for Ronald, and my suspicions that keep rearing their head regarding his tragic loss, I guess if he bones up on the Educator's posts, he can take precautions to ensure that lightning won't strike his home and family twice...
Like the Metro Connect Wireless Surveillance system, BWired will have been 'trialling' for a great deal longer than will ever be admitted....
The little light that had been so blatantly activated inside our streetlight cowling as B.Snr. and I chatted at my gates, and the Controller of our Known Universe had swept off up the Crescent in his Beemer, has stubbornly refused to activate since then. At least when I've been checking it out, though no doubt it's used to great effect when the Scrabble-Player and his visitors are on their verge nearby...
Tellus Earl, if you would.. - Any of your other Area Controllers arrogant enough to give away Mr. Spence's techno secrets quite so easily? To confirm without a shadow of a doubt that Telkom's fibre network covers the Zone, and in so many cases, ends at the streetlights? Streetlights whose modern cowlings all contain devices with the ability to monitor movements audio/visually?
How would those residents who've been hijacked at their front gates or terrorised in their own homes feel, were they to know that images may have been relaying a blow-by-blow account of their ordeals back to a watcher or two? Cameras monitored for a couple of years at least, by Glen Nayager and his IT Monkey, Collin P. Balliram, up at Sydenham Station...
Only when it became apparent that the evidence on the Sex Pest wasn't going to go away this time, despite Att. Nepaul's best efforts, was it decided to move our Area Controller lock, stock and barrel over to join the guys already at the Wireless Station on Ridge Road, in an apparent bid to have him appear respectable... Sydenham Detective Branch se GAT!!!!
Saturday 11th February at 2.45am
When both your ovaries feel they've been kicked by a donkey? Yeah - the same frequency employed to such devastating effect on both Sue the Book and Missus B.Snr, and doubtless countless other suckers dotted about the Zone as well...
Whether broken, damaged, or simply missing circuitry, was pretty much how Karl Muller described it in his updated post on the 4G (LTE) health warning thread yesterday, and he put it way better than anything I could've come up with, though I've always laid claim to a similar physical defect in order to explain my incorrigible stupidity..
It would appear that Engineers and techs are basically cold fish, and short on the basics such as compassion and conscience..
Going on the behaviour of the Lord High Poobah of All Things Electrical, our Mr. Allen Spence, I guess the Rocket Scientist isn't far off the mark at all..
Did you see the piece in yesterday's Times, 10th Feb. Page 6, 'Inside the R42m Heist'? Alistair Petersen? A Hollywood director has expressed an interest in making a movie of his career? *chokes...
You can bet that the Telkom Agent will add this article to the Sales Pitch used by his fellow recruitment officers when persuading newbies that hacking, in the case of the Wireless Project, is vital, and can't be considered a crime in any way.. Right Jannie? Sure, Petersen did some time, but overall he's come out ahead and smelling of roses, and you can guarantee his skills will have been snapped up by van Zyl and his Superiors, for the benefit of the Information Theft Project.. *shrugs..
Did Glen Agliotti ever try and persuade Petersen to work for him? I shouldn't be surprised if this was so, though it's unlikely that even that wealthy druglord could afford the hacker's services, after the young man had tasted what it's like to get away with millions...
Read it and weep, Balliram....
The dude got caught, so he's not that good after all? I can't argue with that, though the fellow is sure sitting pretty right now, and his mischief appears to have put some sort of seal of approval on the art of hacking. Another little step in the direction that so suits the telecoms giants, fosho...
After 7 days spent in Parklands, my Vice Chair was finally discharged, no wiser than he was on his admission to hospital... Although I'd understood that all the tests they'd run on him had come back negative, the most chilling thing had been that his white cell count had dropped to an alarming degree, and that fact was what probably had the doctors so concerned...
Did you get a nice fat bonus for your efforts, Creep?
This time you stopped just short of downright murder, and I'd have to bet that was simply the old self-preservation kicking in... After all, it's a fact that way too many people are now aware that your Boss, Earl Michael Barnabas, has come to regard my Vice Chair as a thorn in his rotten side, and as such, he's encouraged you to flood the honourable chap's home with all manner of nasties...
Strange behaviour for a supposedly reformed Dealer who has only the interests of his community at heart? *snorts derisively...
You see much of Jacqui these days Earl, or do you carefully keep your contact with her to a minimum?
I did what I was told, and when the GW had googled smartXchange, who did we find, but none other than our always busy Ms. Subban, trumpeting smartXchange's success in wiring up several schools in the area.. *nauseated... Another Player who will have been far too busy increasing her own personal fortune to have found the time to read Karl Muller, and the home truths he dishes out for your education...
See, I'm bound and determined to insist that the list of unwitting martyrs to the Project is growing by the day, and that in fact, murder is being committed across the Zone by the likes of Balliram and his counterparts, on a scale previously unheard of...
My friend from Asherville who'd agreed to stand in the last local elections, and was almost immediately struck down by terminal cancer? Kind Mr. Essay from No. 20, who didn't smoke, but died of lung cancer? Young Gary from No. 17, who wasn't warned that it was foolhardy for an advanced diabetic to sit out on his front verandah so often, in DLOS to both the Barnard Rd. cellmast and the mini-base station operating from St. Theresa's Convent?
That would've been about the same time I was blogging how all the dogs over in Grindrod/Mary and Michan would howl desperately as Balliram increased the level of wireless transmissions mightily, in order to hop the signal across the playing field..*sick
Unfortunate, but inevitable casualties, who didn't really have the opportunity to adapt, hey Janneman? There will of course have been dozens more innocents felled permanently between 2005 and 2010, whereafter the RF Engineer finally arrived with his box of tricks and the knowledge of how to employ the wireless transmissions to achieve specific and precise results...
Magic, hey Balliram? *snarls... I'd say that by now, for every twenty that continue to rubbish my claims, there is at least one who sees the truth, and has you pegged for the sadistic killer you surely are....
Just following orders?
Who ingodsname would get you to wake me at 2.30am by smacking me in the ovaries, FFS? I would have it that you do some of your most creative assaults independently, in the hours before dawn, and that these assaults are by no means restricted to our home...
I will repeat that you have become more of a liability to the Project than ever, as your own head is steadily cooked by the Omnipotence Disease.... Have you considered that there is a paramedic out there who holds the balance of the 'stabilising' drug that finished off your one-time close buddy, Nayager, as he lay in the back of the ambulance, taking the scenic route to Nirvana? There was never any risk of an autopsy, as the stage had been so cunningly set the week prior to the Hearings...
You think Barnabas wouldn't resort to something equally creative in your case, should the need arise? Hah!
The only energy I expend on thoughts of your possible downfall is here on these pages, and once written, they're gone, as you well know...
It's a given that my warnings will do little but serve to inflame you further *eyeroll...
Is Mistuh Barnabas prepared to keep you on, poorly disguised as you now are, as a member of the so-called Good Team operating up at the Wireless Station? Or has he finally recognised in you the same symptoms that forced him to have Nayager eradicated permanently? Wanna chat, Creep? Come to think of it, I'm probably the only person who'd understand where you're coming from, and that ain't no feather in my cap... *yawns...
LATER at 4.50am
A toppie has just chirruped his good morning on this deliciously damp and overcast day, and I'm off to sneak back aboard Cloud 9, in the hope that the Sadist has grown bored and moved his attentions elsewhere... Have a good one and
peace..
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Saturday 11th February 2012 at 9.30am...
