OFFENCE TAKEN...
(begun Monday 23rd April at 7.45am..)


Like I said, surfacing to find I was enveloped in the Nausea frequency earlier, indicates that Balliram is hard-put not to finish me off.. It won't be the first time he's employed it overnight, but I guess that so far I've slept through it.  Do you have any idea of the levels required to achieve that near to puking sensation?  You might want to find out and confirm for yourself that our psychopathic Controller grows more impatient by the day, to silence his yapping monkey..
Scrubbing my yellowed stumps with a toothbrush hasn't removed the metallic taste in my mouth this morning, so it's safe to assume that Balliram achieved his aim....

Is he contacted at all hours by fellow Area Controllers across the country, seeking new and equally unprovable methods of dealing with irritants?  All this entertainment, while the real heavyweight techs get on behind the scenes with systematically toppling the Ruling Party...?  Happily, it would appear that a few of the FatCat Corrupt are actually being locked away at last, but unless new and bigger Correctional facilities are built soon, there will be no cells available for the many Trough-Feeders being outed...
An oversight that shows no real commitment by the PTB at all, and one wonders whether the few who've been jailed are merely distractions to fool you into thinking the situation is set to change for the better..

Does van Zyl crow loudly with feigned delight as the Corrupt officials are revealed in the Media in all their greedy glory?  Does he reassure you that this is what the Surveillance technology is all about, sticking it to the Looters, and not some freakish old crone bleating futilely of the affects that will take their toll on the entire population, innocents included?
Does the slimmer, sleeker telecoms Strategist still brandish his Frangelica bottle in the air, while exhorting the tipsy to sign on the dotted line?  You could be tried for treason were you to break the NIA-clearanced Code of Silence? *roffels... Tried by whom?  An alcoholic judge, corrupt to the core?

How neatly were your lips zipped when you were flattered into believing that being deputised would help you make a difference?  *chokes... What's going on here in Kwa Zulu won't be repeated in the Cape or Gauteng? Says who? Jannie?  *keels on over laughing... The telecoms Agent has been heavily involved in the Surveillance Project here in eThekwini since it's inception, and despite carefully taking a somewhat different approach, the modus operandi will be the same in each Province...  Hand control of the technology to the local Druglords and Crime Bosses, who will see to it that the coverage is spread with speed, as the lucrative rewards will be well worth the effort... The Porker Agliotti would've set up his own Area Controller just as soon as our Michael Barnabas had finished his Sales Pitch.. That's about right, hey Earl?

It's not really difficult to decide which of the tasks that Vincent is ordered to undertake are to legitimately enhance the Blessed signals, and which are carried out purely in the name of vindictive amusement for his Mentor... If indeed the lemon tree is hampering the laser's path along the terrace, to a devastating degree, one would have anticipated it's 'assisted suicide' several years ago... Digging up ants nests and burying them at the foot of established trees, has long been a favourite ploy used by the local Project droogs...
Vincent had in fact looked remarkably offended when I'd mentioned to him last year that the damage to the mullberry trees and the avo tree appeared nothing like the results of a white-ant infestation..  That judging by the blackened appearance of the stumps, left by disintegrating branches, they look to be cooking slowly but inexorably to death on a Medium setting...

Possibly he'd hoped that the tree's ultimate demise could be claimed as being due entirely to his efforts with the ants nests, in which case he could anticipate a reward of sorts...   A great deal of the malicious destruction is designed to do rather more than just amuse you.. Like I said, the guttering and faschia boards looking across onto the mini-base station at the Convent, show far more extreme damage than those at the back of the house.. It couldn't be claimed that the cause of this visible damage emanates from the South, or weather-side, as the GW insists it does, in which case both the back and front of the house would have been equally affected, but are not...
The burglar bars in the front are another classic example of the battering our house takes, while those at the back are only just beginning to show signs of wear and tear...

Placing chemical compounds in the leaves of the mealie plants, although childishly malicious, may have distracted you from the more serious and unavoidably obvious destruction done to our home by the concentrated onslaught of EMR and wireless frequencies that the Charmer next door unleashes upon us 24/7..  The clincher would have to be the corrosion to the galvanised steel plate on the washing machine INSIDE the bathroom....
How often have I reported on the Pervert's avid arrival when I go to bathe of an afternoon, and how Millie reacts irritatedly and announces his presence?  It would take more than an outcrop of rust on steel to convince you that one of your number would stoop so low? Oh, come on now!   He's merely following his Brief to the letter, and is in fact as normal and stable a human being as you could wish for... *collapses frothing...
My Area Controller craves attention and adulation from his peers, and if it means going the extra disgusting mile, to stand out from the pack, then so be it.. Any publicity at all, not so Creep? *spews...

Both the GameWrecker and I have been sneezing and spluttering this morning.  A phenomenon that the old man generally ascribes to the pollen-count, though it's hardly likely to be the cause on such a pleasantly damp and chilly day as today?  *curious...  The old Sneezaroony frequency being employed for a laugh?  The metal taste in my mouth persists, and I'd have to guess that Balliram's attentions overnight, went well above and beyond his normal call of duty, and that the level of the assault carried out was in fact, extreme.. I have to go..

Tuesday 24th April at 3.10am

If he repeated his use of the upgraded attack weapon this morning (and why wouldn't he?) he was careful not to wake me with it, this time..
Just how sharp ARE you? In my case, it was the Nausea Frequency flooding these properties in the latter half of 2005, that has caused me to now be so receptive to the bouquet of delights in Balliram's arsenal...
You're a late-comer and haven't been following?  Suffice to say that it was the nausea frequency that felled B.Snr to the ground in both November and December 2005, while good old Al Spence was busy letting Collin P. Balliram get used to the computerised program that operates our powerlines...

To have re-introduced it into our home yesterday in the wee hours, at such a level as to drag me from my sleep, is, even for this murderously irresponsible bastard, fairly extreme... *yawns...
Jump now to today, and I'd been lying there awake with the Burning Hand at about 2.45am, and had reached out and hooked the curtain back from the window and looked up at the rafters to waggle my fingers at the two little laser bounce-off points he uses...
Almost immediately Sophie had leapt up growling from where she'd been asleep on the sofa in the lounge.. I went through and found that my old man had forgotten to close the window behind the sofa, and the Creep had seen the gap and gone for it...*shrugs..
Are you mightily impressed at how easily he can control the dog's behaviour through the use of what I imagine to be painful frequencies that affect their hearing?  Awed by his prowess?  Careful how you answer that one dudes, as it's a dead give-away of your character....

Sitting here at the desk right now, I leaned over and picked up the camera and switched it on.. Straight away the pitch in my ears changed as BigEar's interest was piqued by the light from the screen monitor...*belches...
Could YOU have survived this long, knowing you've an uninvited and seriously dysfunctional Lout squatting in yours?   A perverted Sicko who obsessively follows you into the loo and the bathroom, while assuring his peers that such diligence is simply a part of his Brief?  Man, if you buy that rubbish you're beyond redemption....*eyeroll...

It wasn't quite raining yesterday when I'd taken myself out onto the wet front lawn at twilight, to see how the holograms reacted to the damp weather...
The sky had cleared to an indigo blue on the western horizon, but I'd figured what the heck, and had taken my pictures anyway...
So far, I'd have to say they're the best results yet.. You want to count how many are up there by the DSTV dish, and around the window where I'm sitting right now?  Thirteen at least.. *curtseys...Different shades and sizes, the two against the paintwork of the house itself are a brilliant white, while many of the others above the roof are quite transparent.. I'd also gone to the edge of the lawn and had aimed towards the Telkom Wireless box on our telephone pole.  A view that netted me all THESE beauties swarming above the boundary wall.. *beams...

So Ahmet - did you get my second attempt at replying to your question yesterday, about why I wish to register at www.holoforum.org?  If, as I suspect, it's a local site, you cannot fail to be aware of the Surveillance project, and I'd have to guess that many of your members already have their own pictures of the holograms that cluster so thickly between specific overheads, base-stations and their Controllers?  Holograms that can be engineered to literally swarm about a designated target's home, depending on the number of laser bounce-off points that have been stealthily applied about their property?
While I've only a vague idea that the sheer amount of these clustered spheres are probably less than good for our health, I'm simply too thick to care, and I shall continue enjoying them while I can.. *waves...
Check out the dog on the grass, apparently oblivious to the shining orb hanging right next to her on the front path HERE...  Stay safe, and
peace...
PS: There was yet another Failed Mail from the holoforum in my box this morning.. A little game designed to amuse? No worries.  If Ahmet is at all interested, he can always find me here.

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Tuesday 24th April 2012 at 9.25am..