TIGHTROPE...
(begun Friday 24th February at 3.25pm..)

*Problems with iBurst since yesterday morning? You don't say? Booting up much earlier had Desktop throwing up a Windows message saying 'Your computer has recovered from a serious error'.. After that I was treated to a series of Secure Connection Failed and the like.  All this due to a general problem with iBurst? Wow! *winks..  A restore, defrag, and critical areas scan later, and I'm hanging in here by the skin of my teeth..*

Balliram hasn't even bothered to wait until the GW headed off to the shops before he cranked up the levels of BackFire to a spiteful degree.. Hell, why should he bother to hide?
Maybe I've had it wrong from the start.. Maybe the many residents spellbound by the Project's premise were told early on of the cameras and home-invasive audio monitoring abilities of this magical wireless technology.
It's always possible that the Druglord convinced the Suckers that there's no-one available to monitor that side of the technology, and that it's still in it's early testing stages and won't affect them..*chokes...
Meanwhile, back at the old ranch, situated under the red and white radio mast on Ridge Road, it's another story entirely, hey chaps?
Repeated visits to designated targets across the Zone are causing them all manner of ailments, are they not?  By now there will have been more than a few fatalities as a direct result of these attentions, and I guess Jannie will shrug it off as a necessary toughening-up of the Area Controllers for the war that lies ahead.. What war?  So far it's been a one-sided massacre of the innocent of all ages, so tellus, what befokte war?

Is Roy Moodley, Michael Barnabas' counterpart for Umhlanga and Phoenix?
My word, but have you seen just how many companies have signed up for his Royal Security operation?  SAPS!??  *snorts... Is our Roy another who whispers to the Opposition that he supports them, while out in public he wears an ANC BigWig uniform?
Double dealing so rife that it has you unable to tell the Good from the Bad? Just the way Jannie's Superiors like it?

While you may be salivating at the thought of FTTH actually being within your reach, you'd best keep your fingers crossed that Mr. van Zyl finds you worthy of an invite to his Network.. The Chosen here in Sherwood who have had fibre stuffed through their waterlines right into their homes, appear to have escaped the fallout from this magical technology..  This IMHO only confirms that it's due to the deliberate personal attentions of Collin P. Balliram, employing the wireless over powerlines, that has the rest of us on our knees and suffering...

Have Telkom's white wireless boxes made it onto the streetlight poles in your area yet?
Down in Knysna?  Stellenbosch?  Don't be fooled by all the other purveyors of fibre now touting their wares... Telkom's Network is the one to watch... Those canny thieves will be working across the country with your local municipalities, to achieve stealthy access to your homes, via your powerlines...
It should be a fairly simple exercise to follow their progress via your local freesheets, and specifically the Letters to the Editor pages...

Cable theft, lights left on during the day, massive water runoffs, surges taking out your appliances, and your house lights dipping, are all clear indications that you have a gate-crasher visiting your home, and chances are you will find the standard voltage? levels to your house will increase dramatically, and your plug pins will regularly become dangerously hot...
Were your own Area Controller to find your private conversations entertaining, and begin to visit you frequently, you may find that you acquire 'tinnitis' or begin experiencing Knives to the Fingers or Hand or even pins and needles .... These symptoms will be brushed aside airily by that Master of Subterfuge, Jannie van Zyl, as absolutely nothing to worry about..*chokes..

Bearing in mind that his Bosses have had well over a decade to lay the groundwork, any anxious queries raised will be glossed over by a pack of well-rehearsed lies... *yawns... Doubtless you will be made to feel a weakling should you continue to express your concerns, and the threat of becoming ostracised will have you toeing the line smartly...  Has the Telecoms Agent filled your heads with grand tales of the Oppostion ousting the Ruling Party, and corruption becoming a thing of the past, simply through the use of the wireless/fibre technology?  *eyeroll..

Sunday 26th February at 5.30am

Two rather larger-than-life humans, plus two chubby dogs, crammed on one bed however big, didn't make for much sleep last night...The youngsters are down from Rosetta for a couple of days, and we've had to double up as a result...
Speaking of which - The Telkom lines running by my kid's landlady's home on the Kamberg Road were 'stolen' back in December, and two months later, there's been no sign of them being replaced...  The Aviator had been on the verge of signing up for Telkom's adsl service, as using his cellphone to connect is proving horrendously expensive.. Their landlady is a fairly recent widow and well into her seventies, and is now forced to rely solely on her cellphone for communication ..
A pretty untenable situation when you consider her vulnerability, and the fact that the 'stolen' lines feed all the houses on the opposite side of the road as well...

Having myself witnessed several powerful lights active during daylight hours, from among those homes, I guess it's safe to assume that that stretch of the Kamberg Road is fully wired with the magical surveillance technology and that either Earl or Roy have a stooge installed nearby as Area Controller... Unlikely as it is that either Balliram or his Mentor Barnabas will admit to it, the likelihood that the outbuilding that my kid occupies is wired, is more than probable.... It must have been the year before last, while she'd been visiting the Aviator over in the UK, that news had come that her living quarters had been accessed, but that nothing had been taken... Her 'visitors' had not been surprised during the act, as the breakin had only been discovered sometime during the next day...

My point?  That if, as I strongly suspect, there is a designated Area Controller now living in one of those nearby homes, who is privy to the most intimate of conversations held in what my kid regards as the privacy of her home, the very least that you owe them is to have the landline cabling replaced, and to cut the crap once and for all...
I don't wish to find that either she or her elderly landlady become the victims of some heinous organised crime, where having access to something as basic as a bloody landline could have saved them.. *snarls...
Make a plan Stan... Override the protests of the curry mob or whoever it is that oversees that backwater in Rosetta, and replace their landline.. Make it known that it's off-limits to the crews hired to remove the cabling, and at least up the odds a fraction, that they may survive this engineered holocaust....

My son was finally able to access his Amazon Gift certificate, the night before last.. A small miracle, for which I'm duly grateful...
Whether merely an administrative error or not, is unknown, and I've not yet enquired whether his geyser problems have been sorted out.  His sister tells me that he is currently limping about in pain due to a back problem he acquired at the gym.
Some of you will appreciate why this latest news has my antenna quivering, though most of you will as usual, laugh it off.. If it's nothing to do with his apartment in Camden being wired, a course of Voltaren should see him on the mend quite swiftly, and if not, and he remains inexplicably lame, I would again draw your attention to these remarkable coincidences...
Geyser problems, internet problems, and now physical problems, sound all too familiar, do they not?
You're welcome to toss the paranoid chestnut my way, but to those of you who've managed to evade a total brainwashing, I ask, no, I BEG, that you keep my kids safe from the criminal element that the telecoms industry have seen fit to employ.. Namely, Collin P. Balliram and his colleagues in crime..

I finally staggered through to the lounge this morning after 5am to find a text waiting for me, requesting me to go over to Bechet.. The details show that it arrived on the 25th Feb at 20:41:10, though at 8pm last night the lounge was swarming with family, and yet no-one heard it arrive.  *blinks.. Balliram?  As my personal Network Admin have you any idea why that sms came in on silent, and why?  *regards the crooked Controller with interest...
There are good people over there, and the less I have to do with them, the happier Earl is?
It's now 6.30am and the Sadist enhances his listening pleasure by thumping into the lounge behind the TV, though he's been here with me for ages, and had squeezed my ears to eye-watering levels well over an hour ago, as I sat here next to the computer... *yawns...

LATER at 8am

I went up to fetch the Sunday papers and found Sue the Book at her gates.  A chat revealed that lately, on going to bed, she has been experiencing horrendous headaches...
Our Area Controller's excuse for this latest disgusting display of perverted power?  Sue says that despite the problems with her spine, she hasn't been bothered by headaches at all until recently, and that these only ever occur after she goes to bed... Pretty damning if you ask me, and another reason why this Psychotic Sadist needs to be incarcerated as soon as possible..
Peace..

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Sunday 26th FEbruary 2012 at 11.46am.