ONE-WAY TICKET...
(begun Tuesday 13th March at 3.20am...)
My personal Christmas Beetle chorus has just changed tone dramatically, as the BackFire increased accordingly... Why? Did the Special Operative next door think the GameWrecker would drop an audible pearl of wisdom on his way to, or from the loo? A good Agent doesn't miss a trick? *falls over choking as the heat suddenly rises here in the back room..
How's Sue the Book doing, right at this moment? B.Jnr.? Has his mum just come awake to toss and turn in pain, as the Sadist automatically increases the wireless levels in their homes as well? Were these victims to have a champion other than the Village Idiot, would it change anything? He'd be run out of town? Ja right, and I'm up for the Nobel Peace prize..*snorts...
Do us a favour Wanker - Consider keeping your grubby fingers to yourself, and stop making such huge gaps between my published posts here on blogger...
For years this Chop has busily created small and large mischiefs on our computer, and has shrugged off my shrieks of outrage by retorting that it's nothing more than User errors...
Kaspersky's sudden jump from a mind-numbing three and three quarter hours, to complete a Full Scan, is no User error, and neither are the huge gaps between my posts on blogger.. *spits..
We need more RAM? Sure we do, but in the meantime the GW is seriously considering foregoing the Kaspersky upgrade that's due in a couple of months time, and looking elsewhere for a decent anti-virus program...
He simply doesn't get that our PC is as good as zombied, and that whatever anti-virus he buys, will be OWNED by the Cracker within hours of it's installation... *gags...
I foolishly cling to the outdated opinion that a Secret Agent should be just that, and that your average user should be totally unaware of his/her uninvited guest... Just our tough luck that Balliram is a cracker, and simply can't resist showing off at our expense?
Miguel over at durbanite had pointed me to Ben Trovato's column in the latest Sunday Times, and I'd eventually dug it out to find that smart-mouthed journo had hit the nail on the head as usual... See Sunday Times, March 11th, 2012, Page 3 of the Review Section. The Durban Demolition Derby.
From the way he'd described the view from his folk's apartment, overlooking the ruins of the Addington children's hospital, I'm going to take a flyer and guess they live in Gillespie Street?
The journo's mum has cancer? Why am I not surprised? Just when was she diagnosed? Some time after 2005/6? You fancy doing a door-to-door at her apartment block, to find out just how many of her fellow residents have succumbed to the Wireless Surveillance technology since it's installation?
I've bleated more than once of the extreme levels of microwaves that now saturate the beachfront, and it turns out that Millie the Gross wasn't exaggerating in any way when she sounds the alarm on the few occasions I visit that area... It appears in fact, that my labelling the entire Project as an exercise in mass-murder may not be so far off the mark at all...
That old fellow, Mike Bloxham, and his unfortunate wife, live in a flat that's a full block away from the beachfront itself, though the PTB appear to have made sure they didn't escape the Communal Cookout by installing a cellphone panel on the building across the street that faces them full-on...
You can bet that Ben Trovato's folks are even worse off, as they're that much nearer the base-station at uShaka, and godknows how many other booster devices batter their apartment block 24/7. All in the name of progress, right?
When I read the crass posts at mybroadband made by the likes of Garyvdh, I just feel incredibly sad for him.. Sure, there's a million-to-one chance that he's playing a part, but if that's the case, he's become damned good at it, and he certainly has me believing that he's a brain-washed puppet... *grins..
To say I was astonished last night to find a mail from the Mast Fighter, would be an understatement, and it's a clear reminder of just how insecure I really am...
You want to get the Telecom's Agent to fill you in on the latest fun and games he arranged to have take place at Ms. Dorny's home in Craigavon? His most recent successes in his ongoing Payback scheme?
I only got the sketchiest details in the note from the Mast Fighter, but it would appear that her maid became Jannie's latest victim, when she collapsed under the weight of the devastating frequencies flooding that home, via their powerlines..
Apparently paramedics and even a chopper were deployed to successfully save the unfortunate domestic's life..*blinks... Will you spring to van Zyl's defence at this point, or will the bloody scales finally fall from your eyes? May I remind you of the pathetic ongoing vendetta that has Balliram glued fanatically to his smartphone/laptop at any given hour of the day or night? Why would his online Mentor be any different? Why would the jovial Sir Frangelica not burn with rage at how neatly his disguise was penetrated during the iBurst Mast fiasco?
By a WOMAN nogal!
Right there and then our Janneman would've made himself a vow that Ms. Dorny would pay for her cheek, and he's gone all out since then, to prove his point... The majority of you will only have had Mr. Geniality's version of events, if anything, despite that I repeatedly suggest that the Mast Fighter publicly record each and every assault made on their home, on a blog.. I've no doubt there's a justifiable concern that in doing this, her credibility would come into question.. A fact that's never stopped me from telling the truth, hey Jannie? *winks.. If nothing else, I'm consistent, and I'm betting it's getting harder for you to shrug off my allegations and accusations, as each day passes...
Are your Fanbois all as loyal to you as they once were, or do many of them continue to pay you lip-service, while their private thoughts run along different lines altogether? Mind-reading technology isn't available to you just yet, though I've no doubt you consider yourself already an expert in that field..*chokes..
For all their seemingly mindless brown-nosing, can you guarantee that they all continue to regard you with the awe you feel you deserve? Do you already suspect that several of your followers are sitting up and thinking for themselves? You'll deal with them just as you're taking care of Ms. Dorny and her irritatingly successful activism? You bet you will! *nauseated...
LATER at 5.30am
I took the dogs out for a pee ten minutes earlier, and there's a delicious nip in the air.. A nearby hadeda has just given a startled cry, and you just know that Balliram had at that moment cranked up the signal out in the valley... *yawns..
There's chaos in the Intelligence Department? See the Daily News, March 12th, Front page.. After reading that litany of name-calling and finger-pointing, I came away with the clear impression that the groundwork is being laid to excuse a further escalation in crime that's about to be deliberately unleashed on the already battered citizens of this country....
Anyone over in Cullingworth that's feeling the effects of that tidy little addition to the Raftery/Harris cellmast, or have I misjudged the direction it faces?
Anyone spotted the cur Sutcliffe as he does the rounds threatening his erstwhile colleagues with dire consequences, should anyone dare include him in the latest investigations? Does he grind his many sharp little teeth at the frustrations caused him by his own heavily promoted Surveillance technology? It's a fact that he won't be able to use a landline or cellphone without his calls being intercepted and recorded, and he knows it.. It's no longer even viable to scuttle off to a public phone in an effort to throw off the Eavesdroppers, for the cowling cameras will follow his every move... *shrugs...
Do the shadowy figures at the very top of this heap give a toss one way or the other, what fate befalls our ex-City Manager? Will all the hard work and dedication he's put into degrading our City and suburbs, not be well rewarded, after all? Eish Mikey, we'll have to wait and see on that score, but I wouldn't count on getting out your one-way ticket to Goa, or your beach thong, just yet...
Peace..
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Tuesday 13th March 2012 at 9.32am..
